Page 40 of Winter Ends
I huffed in annoyance, hand wrapping around my cock and giving it a few hard pumps. The lack of lubrication made my toes curl, but not in an overall unpleasurable way.
“Shawn. For fuck’s sake. I’ve been dying for this. Don’t make me take it back, because so help me, I will. Now, do you want my ass, or am I getting up and taking care of this myself?” My hand worked up and down my length a few more times, his eyes glued to the motion the entire time.
That seemed to be all it took to motivate him. One knee onto the bed and then the other, he stalked toward me. He was a sexy beast on the prowl, hungry for the meal I was presenting. I was a feast in a time of famine.
“Be careful what you ask for. I called you mine. There’s no taking that back. Not after this.”
My breath caught, but the idea didn’t scare me. Being stuck with Shawn had been the worst imaginable fate I could think of when I started this trip, but now that we were here, with him crawling between my spread thighs, I wanted him there forever.
His large, warm hand trailed down my chest, stopping at the patch of hair above my groin before his fingers worked around the base of my erection. A hiss escaped my lips as he took over my ministrations, jacking me with slow, even pulls.
“If you’re mine, that means this is mine as well. Mine to do with as I please whenever I want. Is that understood?”
Yes. Fuck yes. Why the hell was that so hot?
When I didn’t answer, Shawn stopped moving, causing a whimper to fall from my lips. “I need you to answer me.”
“Yes.”
He hummed his approval, hand resuming its motion up and down my length. “When I ask you questions, always answer me. I like it when my partners understand and respond to my orders.”
I whined and nodded, an airy little ‘yeah’ falling from my mouth. If he kept it up, I wouldn’t be able to talk much longer. His grip was firm and even as he kept stroking me, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. How the hell did he know how to touch me just right?
And then it all stopped. Shawn’s hands left my body as he climbed from the bed. My eyes stuck to the monster between his legs and I swallowed thickly as I remembered that thing had to go inside me at some point today. It was totally possible. People did it in porn all the time. But they trained for that shit, right? Or maybe I was just overthinking it.
Shawn caught onto my panicked spiral, his expression softening as he looked down at me on the bed. “Don’t worry. I’mgoing to be very gentle with you. You brought lube, yes? It’s in your room?”
My throat was dry, but I managed to croak out an answer, watching as he left the room. And damn, watching him leave was no hardship. Shawn had a nice, firm ass that was plump, round, and begged for me to sink my teeth into it.
He wasn’t gone long, and when he came back, he was flipping the bottle in his hand, but he wore a look of concern.
“Is—is something wrong?” I asked, wondering why he was confused about the lube.
He sighed, setting the bottle on the bedside table before leaning over me and giving me a quick peck on the lips.
“It depends. We have lube. That’s great. But as much as I like to play the playboy, I have no other supplies. You don’t happen to have anything else, do you?”
Condoms. That’s what he was asking about. The fact that I hadn’t had any desire for sex since everything went down with the arrests and having to get tested, no, I didn’t have anything.
“Is it a problem if I don’t? I—I already told you about getting tested...”
Shawn held up a hand before I could ramble on again about how ashamed I’d felt after Art and Tilly.
“I believe you. The question is if you trust me. We’ve never gotten along and asking you to give me this level of trust is absurd, considering that.”
He had a point, but it didn’t change the fact that I wanted it. That I didn’t care that there was a risk involved, and that I had to put my trust in someone when I really shouldn’t. Everything in my being screamed at me that this was a horrific idea. That I should get up and put my clothes back on. I’d waited this fucking long. I could wait a little longer.
But of course, logic didn’t win. No. My dick did. Because, fuck, was he dying.
Before I could second guess anything else, my hand hooked behind Shawn’s neck, bringing his mouth down to mine. Our lips met in a sloppy kiss that was full of tongue and teeth. If that wasn’t reassurance enough, I’d die. My body thrummed with relief as he crawled back over me, blanketing me with his warmth. The feel of his skin against mine sent tingles of desire shooting everywhere. This was it. This was the moment I craved.
Shawn reached for the bottle on the nightstand, almost knocking it off since I wouldn’t let go of his face, sucking his lips and tongue like they alone were enough to sustain me for the rest of my life. The snick of the cap opening wasn’t enough to snap me out of my haze, but when the cool feel of Shawn’s wet fingers trailed behind my balls, my entire body locked up.
“Daniel, you need to relax, babe. If you don’t, it’s going to hurt. Hurting you is the last thing I want.”
I released a shuddery breath, biting into my bottom lip, and nodding. Why the hell was he being so nice? This wasn’t the Shawn I was used to, but I was growing to like this version of him. This was the version that took care of me. Wanted me.Claimed me.
With one more deep breath, I willed my muscles to unclench. Shawn’s cool, wet digit circled the tight pucker of my entrance, easing me into the sensation.
