Page 59 of A Flighty Fake Boyfriend
“But why?”
He shot me a look that made me feel fifteen again. “Well, when I like a boy very much, I usually try to put my tongue in his mouth and my dick in his ass, and that’s called—”
“Shut up. I meant, why now, at this moment.”
“I saved you from a fate worse than death.” He gave my cheek a little pinch. “That means you’re mine now.”
“Epic—”
“No. We’ve danced around this…thing between us for a couple days now. It’s fine if you’re not interested, or you don’t want to, or this isn’t the right time for you. If you don’t consent, it’s fine.”
“But?” I wanted to hear him say it.
“But I want you, Ryan. I don’t know how many ways you need me to tell you or show you how much I want you, but I will jump through whatever hoops you need me to. I’ll be good to you. I’ll be goodforyou. I will never let you feel less than or look at another man when you’re around—”
“Epic—”
“And I don’t want to hear that you aren’t going to be around for very much longer because I knew that going in.” He turned and lifted his leg over mine so he straddled me. “I know this is temporary. Don’t waste any more time. Do you want this?”
“Yes,” I whispered because it was all I wanted.
All I could think of.
All that mattered.
Epic met my lips in a bruising kiss and took charge from there—cupping my face and turning me this way and that so he could deepen the connection between us.
He plundered my mouth, then trailed hot kisses over my cheeks and neck while I pecked at whatever part of him my lips could reach and simply tried to breathe him in.
He smelled delicious—a heady mixture of flowers and sea air and healthy male sweat. He tasted of the sweet sauce that had accompanied his duck breast—cherries and black pepper. Before I realized what I was doing, I’d dug both hands into his thick dark hair. The strands slid through my fingers like silk.
“Mm. I like that. Pull it. I enjoy things a little rough.” He pulled back and switched his attention to one of my nipples. “What about you?”
“Some.” That’s what most people wanted to hear. I needed to be drinking or totally in the heat of things to endure any kind of pain while making love, but lots of people bit, or pulled hair, or scratched mindlessly, and so I told a little lie to smooth the way.
I gasped when Epic lightly bit my nipple. He studied my face.
“Maybe you’d like me to be gentle with you? You like that better, don’t you?”
“Maybe?”
“All right. You don’t have to be careful with me because I don’t mind a bite here or there, but when I worship your body, I’ll be careful.” He whispered, “I’ll treat you like blown glass if you want.”
“Blown is good.” My face heated with some kind of shame. I was a man after all; I could take a little manhandling. “Glass not so much.”
“If that’s what you like, that’s what I want to do.” He unbuttoned my shirt, and as he did, he placed tiny, gentle kisses on my throat, my chest, each nipple, and down my treasure trail. My belt came next, then my zipper. “Okay?”
“Yes.” He took my cock from my briefs and gave it a long stroke.“Oh.”
“Lift.” I did as he asked, lifting my hips so he could pull down my jeans and briefs. Next came shoes and socks. He smoothed his hands over my thighs, his touch so light it gave me goosebumps. “Do you want me to suck your cock, Ryan?”
Lips pinched shut, I nodded.
Why couldn’t I say it out loud?
Probably a combination of fear that speaking would spoil the moment and fear that I’d blurt out something shrill likeNow, do it now!
“Mm.” Epic licked a line from my balls to my glans. I shivered all over and sank farther into the seat. My back arched, making my dick slap my belly like a seal asking for a fish.
