Page 160 of Paradox
He dips his head to the side; “Maybe,” and continues to look past me out to the track ahead. “I mean, I don’t hate the idea.”
“Uh, hell yeah," I respond far too desperately, and work overtime to reel myself back in. “I—ah. I didn’t think that’s something you’d ever want.”
“It wasn’t. But you also told me you never wanted to be in control, either. And that’s changed.”
"Shut up." I shrug, trying to act coy. "I might do it one day."
“You never have to do anything you don’t want.”
“I really like the idea. It's just that I also like… being yours… if that makes any sense?”
“It makes all the sense in the world.”
“Thanks.”
“There’s nothing to thank me for. I love how you look when I’m inside you—whether my hands are around your throat or yours are around mine. Just don’t get jealous if I use a substitute when you’re not around.”
“Oh my god.” I breathe against the side of his neck, and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Does that turn you on?”
“Yes, Hyung. How could it not?”
“Have you ever used one?” I shake my head and rub my forehead into the crook of his neck. “Have you lost your words again?”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“When our dicks are out you make the filthiest noises.”
“It’s different.”
“Should I start fingering your ass, then?”
“It’s not like I actually say more when we’re naked.”
“True. It's about the only time I can get you to stop talking.” My legs tighten around Eden’s thighs and I can feel my skin blushing. “I love seeing you flustered.”
“You just have to be shirtless around me and that happens.”
I feel Eden lean his head against the top of mine. "I've thought about you using one. Before anything happened. Back when we hated each other."
"What was I doing?"
"I thought it was too embarrassing?"
"It's not when you talk."
His hand is heavy on my back as it rubs circles, never getting too low, never hinting that this conversation will turn into something more. "If you're a good boy, I'll tell you later."
"I'm always a good boy."
I don't hear him laugh, but I can feel his body shaking. "I know youthinkthat's true. But good boys don't beg for their asses to be destroyed."
With my hands on Eden's shoulder's, I push myself back so I can look straight at him. "I wouldn't have to if you'd—" The hand on my back moves to push my head aside so he can see the track. "I wouldn't have to if you'd just fuck me. Properly. Hard."
"And when we get home, I will. I'll start with a vibrator, and when you've taken a full dildo, I'll fuck the everloving shit out of you."
The truck comes to a stop and Eden reaches around me to put it into park and turn off the ignition. He's hard, and so am I. I want so badly for him to throw me down on the bench and take me right here.
