Page 149 of Twisted Trails
He scowls. “Come on.”
I kiss him softly. “Ask again.”
“Again?” He sighs, lips brushing mine. “Will you put it in for me?”
“No.”
He groans. “I hate you.”
“You don’t, and I’m almost convinced.”
He gives me a look, and I have to suppress a laugh. Arguing with him about this shouldn’t be this hot, but goddamn, it feels like edging.
“Then put it in for me.”
“Nope.”
“You beautiful bastard.”
I chuckle, stroking along his jaw. “One last time.Begfor it.”
“One last time?”
“Ask for what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
He rises to his knees, kisses me hard, and whispers against my lips, “I wantyouinside me.”
Wait a damn minute.
“Oh?” I murmur, heart hammering. “I thought we were talking about the dildo?”
“I want you. Not that silicone shit.You.”
My brain stalls, becausefuck yes,butisn’t this too soon?
“You were struggling with the toy.”
“I wasn’t with your fingers.”
“Fuck.”
“Is that a yes?”
I kiss him, my hand curling around the back of his neck. My lips brushing his, I breathe, “How could I say no to that?”
Then I kiss him again and again until he’s gasping against my mouth, and nothing else matters except making him feel every inch of what he’s asked for, of whatIwant to give.
I shift us without thinking, muscles working on instinct, until he’s flat on his back beneath me, his breaths coming in shallow under my hands.
Perfect.
I get up and strip the rest of the way down. When my sweats hit the floor, I climb back over him, and he juststaresas I grab the lube and slick it over my cock in slow strokes, but I want him watching. Want himwanting. The sound is wet, obscene, but I don’t rush it. I want him to ache for me.
His spine arches at the sight like his body is answering mine.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, eyes dragging over every inch of him. He’s flushed, trembling, andglowing. “So damn hot.”
He licks his lips. “So are you, Pretty Boy.”
