Page 78 of Rescuing Dr. Marian
“It’s not. Not always,” I found myself saying. Looking away, I cleared my throat. “So you really never considered being with a guy before, ah… before Hawaii?”
Before me.
Tommy shrugged. “I thought Ihadconsidered it. With as many gay and bi men as there are in my family, I couldn’t not. And it’s possible there’s been a long-standing Captain America thing I might have misinterpreted as hero worship…”
“Spandex suit got you?”
“More the muscles under the suit, I think.” He ran an appreciative hand over my chest that had me stifling a groan. “But my point is, I’ve always been open to being attracted to anyone. I’ve just never been attracted enough to a man to label it. Or to act on it.” Those heart-stealing hazel eyes met mine. “Until you.”
I grabbed his face and kissed him, hard.
“Want to fuck you so fucking bad,” I admitted against his lips before pulling back and meeting his eyes. “But we’ll start the other way tonight, okay?”
I could tell from the heat in Tommy’s eyes the idea wasveryokay.
We continued kissing and touching, yanking clothes off each other, until we were humping each other on the bed, panting with need. I grabbed a bottle of lube and poured some onto my fingers. “Haven’t been with anyone like this since…” I glanced at him from under my lashes. “Ah… New Year’s. So. All tests negative.”
His cheeks darkened. “Yeah? Um. Same. I had a panel done last month. Negative.”
Before I could reach around and begin prepping myself, Tommy took the lube from my hands and poured some into his own. “I’ve been told I have good hands,” he teased. “You should let me do that.”
Instead of reaching for myself, I moved my slick fingers to his cock. “Sounds like a plan.”
His eyes rolled back as he sucked in a breath. “Wait, fuck. If you do that, I won’t be able to… oh fuck, Foster.”
We played with each other a little while, teasing and stroking, stretching and taunting, until both of us were rock hard and out of breath.
Tommy pushed me over until I was sprawled beneath him on my stomach, one knee pushed up toward my chest. “You okay?” His voice was insistent as he gently moved the lubed head of his cock across my hole.
“This your way of drawing out the anticipation? Fuck me already. I’m not the cherry here.” I reached back for his hip and held on to it, urging him forward.
“If you could cease referring to previous experience while I’m preparing to fuck you, that’d be appreciated,” he grumbled.
“Tommy, sweetheart, you’re not going to hurt me. Take a breath and soldier on. I promise you’ll like it.”
He pinched my ass. “Jackass.”
When the tip of his cock stretched into my hole, I focused on breathing and relaxing. For all the big talk, it had actually been a long time since I’d bottomed for anyone. I was up for it, especially with Tommy, but it didn’t come so naturally to me. And I wanted to make it good for him.
“Oh fucking fuck.” The high-pitched edge to his voice as he sank into me was worth every moment of discomfort as my body tried to ease around his cock. “Foster. Oh god. You’re so fucking tight and hot.”
I squeezed around him involuntarily, making him jolt and groan. “What can I do to make it good for you? Because I’m… oh god… I’m not gonna…”
He moved tentatively in and out, pushing deeper with each thrust into me. The warm dampness of his chest pressed against my back as his lips landed at the base of my neck. “Thank fuck. Thank Christ. Oh fuck.” His words ran together, a breathless, incredulous whimper.
I reached back and threaded my fingers into his hair, pushing back with my hips to meet his thrusts and encourage him to keep going.
The shift in angles did the exact right thing to my nerve endings, and on the next pull, his dick dragged across my gland, making me slur, “Just like that.”
It was quick, which was probably a good thing, but feeling Tommy inside of me like that—and knowing he’d never donethis with another man—made me feel a fierce possessiveness. Like he was mine.
I didn’t want him ever doing this with another man.
To be honest, I didn’t want him doing this with another soul.
It was sacred. Too much and not enough all at once. I’d never, ever felt this kind of connection and trust with another person before.
His hand came around to grip my chin. “You’re mine,” he said through his teeth. “Do you understand me? I don’t want you letting anyone else inside you like this but me. Please, Foster. Please tell me you won’t—” His voice broke on the secondplease.
