Page 39 of Crossed Sticks

“Tell me, babe. Let me know how much you need it.”

“Fuck you. You know I do.”

He chuckled yet again, but this time, there was a playful edge. “That won’t get you what you want. You need this, right?”

“I need it so goddamn bad I can’t think.” I didn’t sound friendly, but I could only plead horniness delirium. “Give it to me.” Wisely, I refrained from adding, “You bastard.”

“Are you really a bottom, baby? Or do you just want to walk on the wild side?”

I almost shouted at him, but his voice made me hesitate. It was soft and sweet; his taunting tone had disappeared. “I’m abottom. I’ve topped because I had to, but I need you to fuck me. I’m losing my mind here. Please do it, Luca.”

He pointed the tip at my hole, pushing slightly.

“How long’s it been since someone took care of you?”

I didn’t want to tell anyone, especially Luca, that I’d only been fucked once, six years earlier. Or that ever since, my only relief had been from toys I used on myself. “A long time. Years. Please, Luca, I’m desperate.”

“I’m so sorry.” Leaning his head down beside mine, he kissed me. His stubble burned my cheek, shooting a fiery bolt of desire through me. “You want to keep playing,” he asked, “or do you want my big boy now?”

I turned onto my side so I could see him. “Please fuck me. Then we’ll play every game we can think of for as long as you want.”

“Good call. My dick’s having a tantrum. He can’t wait to be inside your awesome hockey butt.”

Relieved to know I’d be getting it soon, I sighed. “Careful. My glutes may be bruised, but they’re as tough as steel.”

“You’d better not hurt me, or we won’t be able to do this again. I want to help you make up for lost time.”

“Better work out hard, then. You’ll need a lot of stamina.”

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“You’re ready for it, eh?”

“I was ready the night we met.”

I got off the bed, walked around to the other side, and knelt next to Harper’s head. “Tell me what you want.”

He blinked at me. “I already did.”

I wanted to hear him say it again, using the dirtiest words possible, and I also needed us both to be absolutely clear about what he was consenting to. “Do you still want me to…”

“Fuck me, Luca.”

“How? Tell meexactlywhat you want me to do.”

He bunched his eyebrows together and gave me a pleading look. When I shook my head, he swallowed hard. “Do it from behind.”

“And?” He said nothing, which wasn’t unusual. Even people who love filthy talk can get shy when they’re told to do it. “We both like dirty talk, Harper. It’ll make it better for both of us if you say it.”

“I… W-would you… I-I’d…”

It was clearly time to up the dominance a click, so I used my stop-fooling-around voice. “Be a filthy boy and tell me what you’d like me to do. If you want me to fuck you, you’d better tellme how you want it. I can just stick my dick in and thrust it back and forth, or I can fulfill your kinkiest fantasies. Which do you want?”

His cheeks flamed, and there was no mistaking the glint of lust in his eyes. “Stick your dirty cock up my ass. I’m so tight you’ll have to hold me still while you work it in, so make sure I grunt and squirm. Then, hold me down and plow me like you’ve been craving it as long as I have. Like you hurt inside needing to fuck somebody and you’re never allowed to. Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone. Do it so hard I scream, and make it last. Make me come so much I lose my mind.”

Holy shit. I was about to blow my load just from hearing that. “You still want me to be in charge?”

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