Page 93 of Ruin
His gaze goes from happy to heated in a millisecond.
“Fuck,” he groans under his breath, stepping inside and wrapping his arm around my waist. His mouth is hot on my neck as he licks and sucks. My dick gets hard instantly.
“Ride me tonight,” he whispers in my ear, hand going around to squeeze my ass.
“Anything you want,” I tell him.
My cheeks get all warm at my confession. Though it’s true, it’s been a long time since I’ve said anything like that. It means more now than it ever did before, but it’s the truth. That’s what I fear the most, though. Giving too much and getting nothing in return.
“Thank you, sweet boy,” he whispers, kissing my cheek before we head upstairs.
Lucian goes for the buttons on his shirt, but I swat them away and undo them myself. All the while, he watches me with an interested smile. I work on each button carefully, pull out his shirt from his pants, push it down his shoulders and watch as it flutters to the floor. I continue with his pants, all while holding his gaze. I shove my hand inside and grasp his hard dick. He grunts, face turning to pleasure as I slowly jerk him, feeling him harden in my hand.
“Rough day?” I ask in a low tone.
“Just missed you,” he responds.
“You know what I missed?”
“Hm?”
“This fat cock.”
“Show me how much,” he pleads, the desperation in his voice loud and clear.
Maybe I should ask him what’s wrong and why he’s so needy all of a sudden, but I’d much rather give him what he wants now and ask questions later.
I kiss him deeply, sliding my tongue into his mouth and sucking on his as I guide him backward toward my bed. He sits on it and scoots up to the head of the bed, and I grab the lube from the drawer before climbing on after him.
“Let me watch you do it,” he says.
I know exactly what he means.
I straddle his legs so my ass is facing him. I spread lube onto my fingers, bend over, and shove a finger inside. His hands slide up my thighs and back down. I feel his gaze on me, hot and needy as I fuck myself for him to watch.
I go slow, because that’s what he likes. I add a second finger and moan when I hit my prostate.
“You are so beautiful, Kolton,” he says in a low tone.
I add a third finger easily, wanting him to be inside me as soon as possible.
He shifts around behind me, the sound of skin across sheets filling the room. Then there’s something warm on my ass cheek—his tongue. He licks and kisses every inch of it, sliding his tongue inside, beside my fingers.
He moans against my skin, his breath hot as he nips and bites, his hands caressing everywhere they can reach.
“I love you, sweet boy,” he whispers. “I don’t know how I’ve been without you all these years.”
The emotion is too much for me. It’s all too much too fast, so I pull my fingers out and spin around. He doesn’t look shocked at my movement, but there is a flash of disappointment in his eyes. It’s gone as quickly as it came when I scoot up and sit on his lap, squishing his dick beneath me.
He groans deeply, head falling back on his shoulders.
With me being a big guy, this isn’t the most comfortable or easy position. When I was younger, it was a struggle enough, but I’ve bulked up since then.
Lucian isn’t a small man by any means, he may even have a few pounds on me despite me being taller, but like this, he seems small. I tower over him in this position, but I think that’s what he likes about it sometimes.
I lift up, grab his dick and guide it to my hole. His eyes open, and he watches me carefully as I sink onto him. I bite my lip, forcing my eyes to stay open so I can see his face turn to pleasure. It’s a slow softening of his features. His lips parting, eyelids fluttering. He sighs when he bottoms out and I lean down to kiss him again, and then I start to move.
It’s slow at first, while I try to build a rhythm. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, and it feels awkward as hell, but I want to do it, so I will. I rock back and forth, go up and down, until I get a motion that feels so good I can’t stop.
