Page 36 of Ruin
I don’t want to think about the fact he still fucks his wife on occasion.
He told me the condoms are for my protection, because he’s worried about what she may give him, not the other way around.
But if he’s so worried about it, he shouldn’t be with her.
He said it isn’t that simple.
And maybe it’s not. I’m not married, so I don’t know. My mother died when I was ten, and I don’t remember much of her and my father’s marriage. All I know is what I see in the club, and all those guys fuck anything that walks, even though they have a wife at home.
I could never do that. If Lucian left his wife to be with me, I’d be with only him. It would be only us. And I wouldn’t need the club anymore. We would leave, get as far away as possible.
The bed dips when he kneels on it, and he crawls over me, his weight welcome.
“I need to lose myself inside you today, Kolton.”
I reach up to grab the nape of his neck.
“Do whatever youneed to me.”
He sits back on his knees, drizzling lube over my dick before using his fingers to rub it in, then he’s shoving a finger inside me harshly. I love when he’s rough with me. I love feeling his fingers in me days after they’ve been there. I like the reminder of him being here. It helps me escape when things get bad at home.
“You’re always so tight,” he growls, shoving his fingers deeper and wiggling them around like he’s trying to get to places he hasn’t already been.
That’s impossible.
He’s been buried so deep inside me I’ve felt it in my chest.
“I love the way you feel, Kolton,” he says, leaning forward and placing his hand by my hip to balance himself. He uses his weight to shove into me and I groan, my head pressing back into the pillow. He pushes into me so hard my body shifts up the bed, and it’s exactly what I need to forget. “So soft, so warm, so fucking perfect.”
Lucian pulls his fingers out, then adds a third when he goes in again. It burns a little, but slides in smoothly, and he presses down on my prostate which has a bead of precum trickling out of my dick. He’s already got my body buzzing, and the need to come is driving me insane.
But he gets to come first today, and just knowing what that means has me fighting off the need.
“I think you’re ready for me,” he says.
“Always.”
He chuckles low, then sits back on his knees before lathering his dick and moving forward again to line up with my achinghole. He presses against me and I can’t help but smile, my body lighting up over the familiar feel of him needing entrance.
“I’ve been waiting for this all goddamn day,” he says as he slides in all in one go.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my back bowing from the bed as he bottoms out.
Lucian’s hands slide along my thighs and settle on my hips to pull me into him as he rocks into me. He has this way of fucking… It’s fucking but it’s so much more than that. It’s an art.
He’s the only person who’s ever been inside me this way, so I don’t have anything to go by, but I know it’s different. I know it’s rare. To feel it hard yet feel the emotions too. He’s rough with me yet tender at the same time. I feel how much he needs this in the way he is with me. He does all the right things when I need him to. We’re so in tune, and it makes everything that much better.
“I wish I could be inside you all day.”
“One day,” I tell him, gripping onto the sheets to stay in place so he can go deeper.
“Yeah, sweet boy. One day you’ll be all mine and I’ll be all yours.” His palm slides up my abs to settle over my chest for a moment before he scrapes his nails down, leaving red marks.
I moan loudly as he hits a spot inside that has me nearly spilling my load. He keeps a slow yet firm rhythm, driving me absolutely mad. He works himself up, letting out quick grunts and sharp breaths as he nears his orgasm.
“Kolton, fuck. I need it, sweet boy. Tell me I can do it now.”
“Yes,” I hiss. “Yes, come inside me, Lucian. Please.”
