Page 56 of Contingently Yours
My phone dings, making his gaze ping to it in alarm. I don’t even have to open the message to read it. The preview is still showing on my home screen.
Terry: For the love of God, don’t prod! It’s not a dartboard. And LUBE. I cannot stress that enough!
Snagging it up, I hit the power button and then fling it over my shoulder. The coffee table cockblocker will not ruin this for us.
“Hey,” I call down to Lucas, getting his eyes back on me. “Do you trust me?”
The length of the pause before he answers is discouraging. “I…don’t know.”
Okay. I can’t fault him for his perpetual honesty.
“Can youtryto trust me?” I digress, running my palm up his cock and twisting my closed grip over his cockhead.
A puff of breath leaves his lips. “Y-yeah,” he concedes, panting from that small tease.
Fucking hell. He’s like a keyboard full of buttons that all have my name on them.
Keeping his gaze, I press my fingertip forward, holding my breath that my magic spell doesn’t fade from his eyes. He’s hot, hugging the tip of my finger like a snug, terrified inferno. His brows knit together, and his mouth drops open even further, as his gaze flicks to the ceiling. He looks like he’s searching for an answer, but I want it to be the right one.
“Breathe, Lucas,” I soothe, giving his cock a stroke.
Closing his eyes, he listens, his stomach falling on a slow stream of air. I give his cock another stroke, and the tension in his ring eases around my finger. I don’t feel anything yet, but my hands are too occupied to send a complaint text to Shaw. Plus, I’m not about to kill the mood by fetching my phone. I can’t see my second knuckle, but then again, a sphincter isn’t exactly a paper-thin muscle. Did he mean the middle knuckle once it’spastthe sphincter? And in which direction do I aim once I’m further inside?
Fuck. I should have asked him to send me a map.
Offering up a silent plea to the sex gods, I slip deeper into his heat, searching for any change in the texture inside his channel.My fingertip connects with something soft and spongy, a nub, if you will. Interesting. This is truly not how a person should get an anatomy lesson, and I honestly feel sorry for Lucas right now fortryingto trust me. But for fuck’s sake, if I’ve ever done anything good in my life, now would be a great time for the universe to pay me back for it by cutting me some slack.
An unholy noise peels out of Lucas. It sounds like a bear taking a satisfying stretch after a long winter hibernating, and it startles me so much that I retreat a fraction.
His chest is arched, head thrown back, and if I thought his mouth was open wide before, he’s at risk of catching flies now more than ever. The groan dies on his lips, and he lets out a breath, along with a little whimper. His eyes unroll from his head and look at me. They’re completely bottomless.
Hell. I actually found it. Who needs a fucking map?
“You like that, big man?”
His bewildered gaze flicks to where my hand disappears below his junk like he’s expecting to see a magic wand rather than just my finger. I want to tell him there’s more where that came from, but I decide it doesn’t sound sexy at all. It’s just a fucking finger, and more isn’t necessarily better, according to Shaw.
“You like it when I tell you what to do?” I remind him instead. “Here’s what I want you to do now—nothing.”
He blinks, confused, until I slip my finger deeper again, connecting with that bundle of nerves. His chest expands on a gasp, and his eyes slam shut. The way his cock flexes in my hand tells me everything I need to know. I hope his prostate isn’t shy, because I’m officially making it my new best friend if he looks like that when I give it some love.
“Nothing,” I repeat, circling my fingertip over it while I start working his cock. “I want you to do nothing but lie there and let me hear how good you feel.”
The moan he emits as he raises his other arm to clutch his pillow is music to my ears. Quiet, restrained Lucas, who looks like he never indulges in anything, not even an overabundance of granola bars, looks good fighting not to let go. Maybe revelations don’t often come from having your finger inside someone else, but this puts something into perspective. As I tease his cockhead and his gland, I see a guy who always has to have it together. A guy who needs to be strong for two little sisters and his mom, and probably has for a long time. He’s the opposite of me in every way. I think I’ve exploited being the weak one in my family for so long that it became comfortable. Let them think of me what they will. Never try because they don’t expect me to try. I’m aware I should probably analyze that some other time, but right now, I can’t fix myself. Lucas doesn’t need fixing in my opinion, but he damn well needs to stop fucking trying for everyone else so much. He should look like this at least three times a week. Who the hell can live like he has, silently swallowing every serving of misery I assume he’s been dealt?
“Drew…” he pants, his head thrashing between his arms.
My cock is in pain at this point from being untouched. It’s a welcome agony, though, snuffing out that sickening vulnerability his words in the sunroom exploded in my chest.
“Let go, Lucas. Let go,” I urge, bending down to capture one of his nipples. I have to release him from my grip to brace myself on the mattress. The feel of my cock bumping into his sends a rush of electricity down my legs. To hell with going untouched any longer. I can’t take it.
“Give me your hand,” I demand, even as I reach up and capture his wrist. I bring it between us as I straddle his thigh for a better angle to line us up without having to let up on his ass. The second I get his palm wrapped around both of us underneath mine, my body jolts from the sensation. I didn’t know a dick could do that to another dick.
“Shit, that feels good,” I slur over the groan he lets out.
His strokes are timid and shy, even though he sounds like he could go over at any moment. It’s both endearing and frustrating. I realize I told him to do nothing, but I reserve the right to change my mind.
“Show me how you stroke it, sweetheart.”
