Page 147 of Twisted Trails
After a long while of teasing strokes, one finger becomes two, and the stretch burns. I feel it in the way his breath catches again and in the tremble of his thighs, but he takes it, hips rolling like he wants more, and goddamn, now I’m the one leaking.
My cock is so fucking hard it hurts. He’s so soft and warm, and I have to bite my lower lip at the feeling. Visions of my cock sliding into him, sinking deep, have me groaning.
“Jesus.” I scissor my fingers gently, working him open inch by inch. “You feel insane around me.”
I grit my teeth. Every flex of him around my fingers is a test of willpower. My whole body is wound tight, hips straining not to rut into the sheets like a goddamn teenager.
He moans into my neck, and I turn my head to kiss him, claiming his mouth. He melts into it, pliant and desperate, tasting like trust, want, andhim.
“You’re ready,” I whisper, pulling back just enough to drag my thumb over the head of his cock. “Now you can play with your toy.”
My fingers twitch with the urge to just flip him over and sink into him now, chase that heat until I break, but I won’t, not until he asks.
“You sure?” Luc’s voice is barely a whisper. His eyes flick to the toy on the bed like it might bite.
“It’ll be fine. I loosened you up. You won’t hurt yourself.”
He swallows hard, shifting on the bed. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”
His shoulders are tight, and there’s a wariness in his eyes that I guess has more to do with letting someone see him like this than with the toy, so I climb behind him and pull him between my legs, tugging him back into my chest. He melts into me instantly, like he was waiting for me to hold him together.
I reach for the toy, slide it into his hand, and help curl his fingers around it.
It’s heavier than it looks.
“Don’t worry too much.” I grab the lube and slick the dildo with slow strokes that coat the length, my palm gliding up and down like I’m fapping it. “You can always stop, you’re the one in control.” Luc twitches against my thigh, hard and needy, and I can’t help the quiet laugh that slips out. “Try it, baby. Try your toy.”
He hesitates at first, then I feel him shift as his hand moves, angling the dildo down and back, but then he freezes. His body goes stiff, his muscles clenching tight.
“I don’t think I can do it,” Luc murmurs, frustration thick in his voice. “It doesn’t feel like what you just did. It feels off.”
I press a kiss to the side of his neck. “You don’t have to do this, but if you want to, you have to relax again. You’re too tense.”
He tries. I feel his breath go long and slow, but it’s not enough. His whole body is braced, and I know that feeling too well, trying to force your way past fear instead of letting it melt.
So I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock again. “Let me help you relax a little.”
The second I touch him, soft gasps spill from his lips. My grip is firm as I stroke him, building the tension back upin the right way, heat instead of fear, want instead of worry, and little by little, I feel him ease.
The toy slides deeper. Not all the way, but enough that he gasps again, his body going still when the pressure hits something unexpected.
I hold him tighter, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You okay?”
Luc nods, but it’s shaky. His breath stutters as he asks, “Can you… can you do it for me? Push it in?”
“I’m just here to help. That was the deal.”
He said he wanted to try this himself. Letting me be here at all is already huge, and the last thing I want is to push him faster than he’s ready for.
“Please?” he asks again, his voice softer this time when he pulls the toy free. “It’s not feeling right.”
Ahshit.
Luc-fucking-Delacroix pleading will be the end of me.
“No.” I bite his neck softly. “When you want that toy in your ass, you gotta put it in yourself. Maybe use some more lube.”
He groans, dramatic as hell, and fumbles for the bottle. I hear a cap pop, then—squelch. Way too much.
