Page 34 of Duke's Daring Bookworm
Consent was very important, after all.
His hands tightened in my hair, and the littlest bit of pain shot through my scalp from his grip before he loosened it. It surprised me that I liked that pain. A lot.
“Yes.” He spoke the word like a hammer, firm and commanding. I liked that, as well.
“I’m not sure what to do, though. Will you teach me?” It was only partially an act. I wanted his commands again, but more importantly, I wanted to know what he liked. I also knew it would tease him, and that sounded like an excellent idea. The sharp sting on my scalp and Duke’s equally sharp intake of breath told me I succeeded.
“Take it out.” His voice sounded low and strained, and the bulge I caressed jumped, trying to break free.
I ran my hands along the smooth, fine wool to the zipper and dragged it down. The sound of the slider catching and releasing the teeth echoed around the room, filling the space where our breaths should have been.
Dark green silky boxers came into view, stretched tight over his hard cock, outlining it in a way that made it look obscene and massive.
I swallowed hard at the sight.
“It won’t bite you,” Duke said, startling me out of my focus. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting there staring at him.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said gently. He let go of my hair and ran an equally gentle finger along my cheek.
“That isn’t—I’m not scared. Just taking a moment.” I glared at him. He just smiled and ran his fingers throughmy hair.
“I know. You need time to admire me. I’m glorious.” He had a teasing glint in his eyes as he returned his hands to my hair.
“So full of yourself,” I chided as I shook my head.
“Play your cards right and you’ll be the one full of me.”
I snorted with laughter.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?” He played with my hair as we spoke, staring at the silky red strands.
“Know exactly what to say to put me at ease. Know what I need.” I balanced myself on his thighs, still on my knees before him, wanting to suck his cock. This whole situation intimidated me, but he was still my best friend.
“I know you.”
He didn’t push me. No more instructions. He just stood there, cock almost out, combing through my hair, waiting for me to decide what I wanted to do.
“If I say no, what happens?”
Duke slid down the wall and brought us face to face. I hadn’t realized how much I strained my neck looking at his giant frame until I no longer had to.
“Nothing happens to us, Lily.” He ran his fingers along my cheek and cupped my jaw, the sensation soothing. I focused on that touch. “You are the most important person in the world to me, and I never want to do anything to hurt you. Whether you say yes or no, that will never change.”
I nodded my head.
“It was all just too much for a second. I want this, but can you—can you just show me your penis?” I spoke quickly, afraid that if I didn’t get the words out fast, they wouldn’t come out at all. My voice squeaked on the word penis and my cheeks heated in embarrassment, but Dukestill looked patient, if a bit amused.
“Don’t call it a penis while we’re having sex.”
“Sorry, can I see your John Thomas?” My lips twitched, trying to hold back a smile. I’d looked up euphemisms for penis just to tease him when we were younger, and it thrilled me to use them now.
“That’s somehow worse.”
“Oh, right, sorry. How about willy? Can I see your willy?” I walked my fingers along his chest to his abs. Duke laughed and shook his head.
“Nope. I’d rather you call it a John Thomas than a willy. Willy makes it sound tiny and small and like it will never be hard again.”
