Page 42 of Galen
Foreplay had been pretty nonexistent for me in the past. I normally sucked the guy’s dick, he fingered my ass just enough to open me, and then he climbed on top of me and fucked me until he nutted. I wasn’t used to this. Galen was taking his time. Making it last.
Suddenly, he stopped. I glanced down to see him staring at the door. Then, he shook his head with a soft laugh.
“What?” I asked.
“Bellamy,” he said, returning his eyes to me. “Check the nightstand drawer. He just told me he put something in there for us.”
“He told you? Oh, right. The telepathy thing.” I opened the drawer to find a bottle of lube.
“You’re blushing.”
“No, I’m not.” I grabbed the lube and placed it beside me on the bed. “When did he sneak that in here?”
“When he set up your room.” Galen tilted his head. “Still blushing.”
“It’s just my face,” I lied, feeling my cheeks heat even more. I didn’t know why seeing the lube embarrassed me. Especially since my dick was bobbing next to his mouth right that freaking moment. “Do you fuck all humans you bring home? Is that why he assumed we’d hook up?”
That jealous feeling gnawed at my chest again. I hated it.
“You’re the first human I’ve ever brought here. It’s why Alastair was so angry. Now you’re smiling.”
“Stop.” I covered my face with both hands. “I’m turning off the light.”
“No. I want to see you.”
I peeked at him between my fingers. “I want to see you too.”
“Then stop hiding from me and let’s continue.”
“You can’t just boss me around,” I said, dropping my hands back to the bed. “Just because—fuck!”
He deep-throated me. I shuddered and gripped the strands of his hair, watching as I sunk in and out of his mouth. Those gray eyes flickered to me as he swirled his tongue across my slit.
“Ready for more?” he asked in that sexy-as-hell husky voice.
He coated his fingers in lube before teasing my hole with one of them. As he wrapped his lips around my dick again, he slid the tip of a finger inside me. I sucked in a breath and tipped my head back as he pushed it knuckle-deep, moving it in slow circles.
Galen said he fucked hard. Yet, he prepped me with care. It made me think of the kindness I knew existed within him.
“I thought you said you don’t do gentle.”
He peered up at me with a wickedly hot gleam in his eyes. “Be patient. I might like to fuck rough, but I’m not an asshole. I don’t want to hurt you.”
The sound of a zipper snagged my attention. Galen shoved down his pants, and I softly groaned as his hard cock sprung free.
“What about condoms?” I asked.
“Don’t need them.” He kissed up my body before softly biting at my bottom lip. “Diseases don’t affect us. We can’t spread them either.”
“What about pregnancy?”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that.”
I chuckled, feeling a blush spread to my cheeks. “No. I mean. If you wanted to have kids, could you have them?”
“Yes.” He glided the back of his knuckles along my jaw. “But a majority of us only bed men.”
“So you’re all gay?”
