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Heat sends a shiver through my body, and I don’t hesitate to back up and pull my clothes off. I still keep my chest to him so he can’t see my back with all the scars. Then I drop to my knees in front of Lucas and look up at him. “I want to pleasure you in every way possible.”
Lucas smiles and reaches out to cup my cheek. “And I want to make you come in every way possible. I want you bent over at the waist, hands on the mattress.”
Now I pause, nerves pushing through the lust in my veins. “I— My back—”
“I’m not afraid of your scars, Shawn,” Lucas says, his voice firm. “If you’re afraid to show them to me, you don’t have to. But if you’re not afraid and just nervous about what I think, then bend over and put your hands on the mattress. Now.”
He doesn’t make a move toward me to force the issue,
I hear him pop the top off a bottle of lube, then his fingers are at my entrance.
“You know,” he starts, pushing a finger deep into me, “I like it when you take me without any kind of preparation.” He pulls the first finger out to shove it back in, along with a second. “But there’s something about being knuckle deep inside you that does something to me. I love the heat of you. How tightly you squeeze my fingers.”
I whimper, and my knees shake, but I stay standing in the position he put me in. His fingers work me open effortlessly, taking his time to feel every inch of me that he can reach. Brushing my prostate over and over without lingering at all. Giving me just a glimpse of how good it’s going to feel when he’s finally inside me.
“Lucas…”
“Not yet, baby,” he cuts me off before I can even ask for anything. The term of endearment has more heat pooling in my belly. I don’t know why the word is so much sexier coming out of Lucas’s mouth, but it makes me feel so desirable. So wanted.
I try to press my ass back, seeking his cock, but he puts his free hand on my right cheek, halting any movement.
“Be good if you want me to fuck you,” he teases, slowly pulling his fingers out before thrusting them back in again.
My knees hit the mattress, and I grip the blankets tightly in my fists. “Fuck, Lucas.”
“I want to take you just like this,” he murmurs. “Bent over with your ass on display for me. Begging me to fuck you.”
“Please, I want it too. Lucas, I can’t—”
He shushes me as he slowly eases his fingers out of me. He doesn’t push them back in this time, but he doesn’t start fucking me either. Instead, he just remains behind me, and I can feel his gaze on my body, just looking.
I feel the urge to fidget or shift, but I refrain. I need him inside me, and following his instructions is the best way to make that happen. Because I’m afraid if he doesn’t get his cock in me soon, I’m going to combust.
Finally, after what feels like a century, I hear the condom wrapper opening. Then Lucas grips my hips and pulls me back, sliding his thick cock deep inside me.
I sigh at the rightness of it, even as the twinges of pain start. No matter how much he stretches me with his fingers, they’re still no match for his girth.
He keeps hold of my hips as he pulls out all the way to the tip before slamming back into me again.
I cry out and grip the blankets tighter, my fingers digging into the mattress. He doesn’t give me a second to adjust before he does it again and then a third time, snapping his hips harder with each thrust.
I widen my stance a little more, trying to accommodate his pace and strength, but it doesn’t help much. All I can do is stay bent over while he plows into me over and over. And I realize I like it. I love the feeling of Lucas taking whatever he wants, using my body however he wants. Because I want to be the one to give him everything. To make him see how much I love him.
“You feel so fucking good,” Lucas says, panting with each word. “You take me so well.”
“I always want to take you.” My breath hitches as he slams into me again, nearly making me collapse on the mattress. “I never want anyone else to touch you again.”
“You don’t have to worry about that.” He rocks into me again, sending me onto my tiptoes to stay upright. “I could spend the rest of my life watching you come.”
A whimper falls from my mouth as Lucas slides one hand between my legs to pump my leaking cock. His touch is all it takes. I come with a scream, my vision nearly whiting out as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
Lucas keeps pounding into me even when I’m empty, but I ignore the pain starting from the oversensitivity and keep my back arched, allowing him to sink in as deep as he needs to.
“Fuck, Shawn.” His words come out as a growl, then he pulls me even closer to him as he spills his load into me. He leans forward, pressing his chest to my back. One of his hands moves from my hip to lie beside mine on the mattress.
Lucas runs his thumb over the back of my hand and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “I love you.”
I want to tell him the same, but the words get lodged in my throat. I’ve never said that to anyone. So what I say instead is, “No one’s ever told me that before.”
