Page 47 of Too Hostile

But I don’t rush him this time. I let him explore every part of my torso with his mouth. “Your body is so fucking crazy.”

I laugh, my muscles flexing tight with the motion. “Home gym at my parents’ and now one in my building.”

I can feel him smiling against my skin before he drags his tongue over the V leading down to my dick, but of course, this smug bastard bypasses the needy flesh. He kisses my thighs all the way down to my calves and then back up, his hands moving to my knees as he lies between my legs, he pushes my knees up, and I widen them, opening myself to him.

“Fuck.” He lets out a deep, shaky moan when he stares right at my hole. “Every part of you is perfect.”

“Please, Ronan,” I beg, even though I’m not sure what I’m asking for, but Ronan seems to.

He doesn’t waste any time. Just dives right in. His tongue sweeps over my hole, lighting up so many nerve endings I didn’t even know I had as he licks me. He drags his lush tongue over my hole, over and over, softening it to let him inside. His hands are resting on my knees as he eats me out. The sounds he makes are obscene as he licks and sucks on my hole, making me needy and desperate.

My hands go to his hair, but I’m not pulling him away. I’m sweating and panting as I thrust my cock into the air, needing to come. “I’m so close. Holy fuck, I’m so close,” I babble. My cock is dripping so much pre-cum, just sliding down my shaft, and I want to touch myself.

I want to come with his mouth devouring my hole, but I want him inside me even more than I want that. “Please, Ronan. Inside me.”

He doesn’t let up though. He just continues to lick his way inside me. “Goddamn, you taste good,” he says, his breath tickling my balls and nearly sending me over.

“Please. I want your dick inside me now.” My fingers tighten in his hair, and every single muscle I have is pulled tight. I feel like I could burst, but I need this.

Finally, he reaches for the lube, and I place it in his hand. I watch him apply some on his fingers, and that’s when the nerves kick in. Maybe I should tell him I’ve never bottomed before, but I’m too afraid he won’t do it.

I know I want this—crave it. But when his first finger slips inside of me, he stops, his very aware eyes on mine as he watches me. The man misses nothing. “Have you done this before?”

I won’t lie to him.

“No, but I want it. I fucking crave it. Please.” Damn, how many times have I said please to this man? Don’t care.

His eyes are dark and stormy with need and lust, but also concern as he watches me. “Would you rather fuck me?”

My cock jerks violently, and yeah okay, that sounds damn good, but no. “No. I mean yes,” I quickly say, “I want that so damn badly, but I want you inside me first, Ronan.” I keep my eyes on his as I look up at him with determination. “I can’t explain it, but I need this.”

I watch him battle with himself for several seconds, but then he nods. “Okay, relax for me.” He’s so damn gentle when he adds one finger, slowly opening me up. It doesn’t hurt, my hole already softened from his glorious tongue-fucking. When he adds a second one, I definitely feel the stretch and burn a little more.

By the time he adds a third finger and a lot more lube, the burn is still there, but it’s morphed into hot pleasure too. “More. Your dick. Now.” I can’t use full sentences, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“If you want me to stop, tell me,” he says firmly before removing his fingers and making me whine with desperation. His mouth morphs into a cocky, confident grin as he slathers his cock with lube, and then the head is at my entrance.

He looks down at me, one hand on one of my knees, holding me open for him and the other beside my head, bracing his weight. I think he wants to say something. Stupid hope races through my mind at the prospect of what he wants to say, but then he only leans forward and kisses me as he slowly starts to push inside.

And okay, his fingers are nowhere near as big as his dick, and it hurts, but I listen to him and breathe through it. I relax my body as much as I can and focus on the fact that this is Ronan.

That he’s making me his in a way that I’ve never allowed anyone else to do.

And when he’s finally inside me all the way, I’m pleading with him to move. But he stays frozen, his cock filling me, stretching me as his forehead meets mine, and we just breathe together.

“You’re going to wreck me.”

I’m confused for a moment because I’m pretty sure it’s his massive cock that’s going to wreck me, but then I realize that’s not what he’s talking about.

Not at all.

RONAN

Being inside Fletcher is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I don’t think it really has that much to do with the tight heat wrapped around my cock or his beautiful body underneath mine.

I mean, that’s part of it, yes, but the connection I feel... it’s unmatched.

And I’m never coming back from this. I know it deep down. I’ll never be the same.

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