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“Face down, Arin, darling.”
He poured oil on his hands from a bottle I’d never seen before, clearly having planned for this earlier in the day. Rubbing oil over his hands several strides away, his cock was as interested as the hunger in his eyes.
I rolled onto my front, unsure if he wanted me ass-up or flat, or—
Warm, oiled hands swept over my ass, dipped into my waist, swept up my back, and then kneaded over my shoulders, applying firm pressure. I moaned again, already falling under his spell. Then his thumbs rolled in toward my spine and my moan lengthened.
“Gods, yes.” I folded my arms under my chin and closed my eyes. The bed rocked, the mattress dipped, then his hands rode downward again. His fingers dug into my buttocks and kneaded hard, almost too hard. He pinched, and I bucked, tossing him a scowl.
Of course, he laughed. “Just testing your threshold.”
I melted again the moment he returned to massaging my shoulders and back until my whole body buzzed, skin prickling hot and sensitive. I was so damned hard every tiny shift in pressure had me wishing he’d flip me over and swallow me to the balls. Or slide himself deep inside. Every time his fingers strayed to my ass and spread and squeezed, he teased a little closer, expertly building to what we both knew I wanted. I knew it was coming, and panted for it, so primed I lost all ability to think, becoming a creature of need.
Then he let go, leaving me writhing and desperate.Now, let it be now.But when the tight push of his cock didn’t come, I glanced over my shoulder. He was there, kneeling over the backs of my knees, his cock willing but his expression distant. He looked…throughme.
“What is it?” Had I done something wrong?
“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He tried to smile and failed—he never failed.
I twisted, quickly. Had he not enjoyed this? Should I have done something more, been more involved? I’d thought he’d wanted me compliant? “Lark, talk to me. Did you want me to do something?”
“No.” He chuckled. “It’s not you, I…” He trailed off again, appearing pained by his own thoughts.
“Ask it, anything.”
He stroked my jaw, tilting my chin up, and I was unsure if I’d ever seen him so raw and vulnerable. “Will you take me, as I take you?” he asked.
Take him… how? “I don’t—oh.” Likethat—our positions reversed. “I haven’t ever… I don’t know how.” There were steps involved, like lubricant, steps he did so well. What if I fumbled things and made a fool of myself?
“It’s really not difficult, once you’ve begun, and there are no mistakes you can make with me.”
Not for him, perhaps, with his countless lovers. “I thought… We haven’t and you seem to like me like that, so I didn’t want to switch things around. All this time, have you wanted me to?”
“No, it’s… complicated. And you weren’t wrong, I do like to fuck you in the ass, Arin. I like it very much, in fact. And as you enjoy it, we’ll continue in that manner. Forget I said anything.”
I could not forget it when he wanted it, needed it even. He’d asked because it had meant more to him than a fleeting idea. I couldn’t deny him after he’d been so generous with me. “If you want me to, I will. I may need some direction, but I want to.”
The smile he’d lost earlier crept back to his lips. He really did want this. I’d wondered, sometimes, what it might be like to pleasure him as he pleasured me. But we’d fallen so easily into his taking charge that I hadn’t cared to ask. But now the idea might become reality, and I might have Lark under me… My heart thumped harder, burning up my nerves with need.
“Ah, but there’s more.” He turned his face away.
“Tell me, please. Talk to me. Don’t shut me out.” I cupped his face and turned his head back.
“You are aware I need pain to finish? While you’re inside me, I need it to hurt.”
Wait, hewantedme to hurt him? I had in the past, in the throes of passion. He’d demanded it, and I hadn’t hesitated, but this seemed different. What was he asking exactly? How much pain?
He licked his lips, gaze averted again. “It’ll take more than a bite, Arin.”
More like… the cuts on his chest? Or more like… choking him? That wasn’t what lovemaking meant for me. I couldn’t hurt him that way. “Lark, I don’t think I can. I’m not Razak. I can’tbehim for you.”
He tore himself away in a rush and stumbled from the bed. “That’s not it. I shouldn’t have asked. Forget it—”
“Wait, don’t leave. Talk to me.”
He stopped, head bowed, alone in the middle of the room, cold and naked in the moonlight. “I’m not asking you to be him, Arin. Quite the opposite. I want him gone, I want him out of my head and you in his place. I need you to take me, and own me, so I no longer think of him when we…” His throat clicked as he swallowed. “When we’re together.”
He swooped back to the bed and gathered my hands in his. “I need you in me, so you’re in my dreams too. I need to see your face as you come inside me—not his smile. Gods, I know how it sounds. I’m sorry if it’s wrong. I won’t make you do it. But I never want you to be him.” Breathless, he perched on the edge of the bed. “I should have stayed quiet. Have I ruined everything?”
