Page 29 of Honey Heat
Ethan started to tremble, cursing under his breath when he couldn’t stop himself from shaking.
“Relax for me,” Lucio murmured, lips brushing the nape of Ethan’s neck. “There’s no need to be nervous, Ethan. What we’re doing is natural, osito.”
“I—” Ethan swallowed, refusing to confess his inexperience.
“I know,” Lucio said. “And I’m honored to be your first.”
Something warm and wet pressed against him, and Ethan realized it was the head of Lucio’s cock. He braced for the pain, but instead of pushing in, Lucio held still. A warm, slick sensation followed then another, Lucio’s precum easing the way.
“Te sientes increíble,” Lucio murmured, his accent thickening with desire. “Como si estuvieras hecho para mí.”
The Spanish flowed over Ethan like warm honey, making his skin prickle with goosebumps. He had no idea what Lucio was saying, but the reverence in his voice was unmistakable.
Ethan felt his entrance relaxing, opening up for his mate. When Lucio finally began to press forward, the stretch was intense. His mate moved with agonizing slowness, giving Ethan time to adjust to each inch.
Ethan gritted his teeth, trying his best to relax. He’d never felt so damn full in his life. Stewart had warned him about this part, and his best friend hadn’t exaggerated. The burn almost made him call a time-out.
“Voy a hacerte mío,” Lucio breathed against his ear. “Te voy a llenar tan bien, mi amor.”
Ethan had no idea what the words meant, but the way Lucio said them, voice rough with desire, made heat pool low in his belly. When Lucio was fully seated inside him, he paused, pressing kisses to Ethan’s shoulders.
“Just… give me a minute.” Ethan blew out a series of breaths. “Please.”
“Not gonna move until you tell me,” Lucio promised, his hand skimming down Ethan’s side. “You’re too tense, mi amor. You have to relax.”
“I’ll get right on that.”
Lucio softly chuckled, kissing the top of Ethan’s spine, making Ethan’s brain short-circuit as he remembered how good those lips felt on his prick.
“I look forward to teaching how to suck my cock,” Lucio murmured. “I’m going to show you all the pleasures of the body.”
Ethan wished he would stop talking. The dirtier Lucio’s words, the closer Ethan was to coming. “I’m relaxed. You can move.”
Lucio began to rock his hips in a slow, circular motion that hit places inside Ethan he never knew could feel so good. Each thrust was measured, controlled, yet Ethan could feel the restraint in Lucio’s body, the tension in the arm wrapped around his waist.
“You don’t have to move that slow,” Ethan gasped, bracing himself on his elbows. “I promise I won’t break.”
Lucio complied, his thrust becoming more powerful. One hand slid around to grasp Ethan’s erection, stroking in time with the lunges.
Pleasure built inside Ethan, coiling tighter with each roll of Lucio’s hips. The dual sensations of being filled and stroked were overwhelming, pushing him closer to the edge with every movement.
“Lucio,” Ethan whimpered, feeling a buildup wrap around his groin.
“Let go,” Lucio said, his rhythm never faltering. “Don’t fight it, elegido. Surrender to it.”
Ethan’s release hit him hard, tearing a cry from his throat as pleasure crashed through him in pulsing waves. His body clenched around Lucio, who groaned in response, his thrusts becoming erratic.
With a low, guttural sound, his mate sank his canines into Ethan’s shoulder. A kaleidoscope of color burst behind his eyelids as he felt their bond snap into place.
“Lucio!” Ethan’s orgasm intensified, his cum spilling on the bedding beneath him.
His mate followed him over the edge, his body going rigid as he spilled inside Ethan’s ass. Then he pulled his canines free, tilted his head forward just enough so Ethan could pierce soft flesh with his sharp teeth.
Lucio shouted, burying his cock deep inside Ethan. The snap resonated, deepening their bond as Ethan extracted his teeth.
For a moment, they stayed frozen in that position, connected in the most intimate way possible, before Lucio carefully eased out and collapsed beside him.
Gentle hands turned Ethan over, and Lucio gathered him against his chest, mindful of the wet spot on the bed. His lips pressed against Ethan’s neck, his breathing still ragged.
