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His answer is so raw, so much more than I expected from him. He means it. He’s afraid I’ll leave. “Saint, do you really think I would have made my way here, gone through all the shit I did, then walk away from you? You’re why I’m here. You’re my everything. And now it’s time to prove it to you. Take me to your bed, Sir.”
I don’t know what I expected, but being thrown over his shoulder would never have been a guess. I shriek with laughter as his hand comes down hard on my bum. He takes me up to his flat without any shortness of breath, I never realised he was this strong.
He kicks the door shut with his booted foot and takes me to his bedroom. I land on the bed and let out another laugh. I like this side of Saint. I prop up on my elbows and look him up and down, his broad shoulders and tight muscular chest that looks like it could bust out of his T-shirt at any time. His thick legs encased in black jeans, down to the heavy leather biker boots. He’s edgy, sexy, a little bit scary, but mine. “Hmm, you can do that to me any time.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, a ghost of a smile playing over his full lips as he assesses me like I’ve just done to him. “After this first time, there will be rules. It won’t be the same as when we’re at the club, but I still expect obedience. I don’t expect to ever have a situation here that will need a safe word. If you don’t like or don’t understand, then say stop, and wecan talk through it. Do you still want to do this?” he asks, his eyes boring into mine.
“Yes.” My voice cracks. I clear it and repeat my answer.
“Good. Stand up and strip.” As I scramble off the bed, he kicks off his boots and pulls his leather belt free from his jeans. My mouth goes dry at the thought of that supple material striking my arse.
I finish undressing, surprised how confident I feel being naked with him. Maybe it’s thanks to the scorching heat that’s blazing from his eyes as he strips his jeans off, leaving him as naked as me. I’ve seen his cock enough times to know it’s a big one, thick, weighty, and delicious, especially with the tip glistening from the precum in the slit. But now I get his full, heavy balls hanging between the apex of his thighs to salivate over. I know what his dick feels like in my mouth and throat, but now that monster is going to fitting into somewhere much smaller and tighter.
“You’ll be so worked up, babe, you’ll be begging for it.” He stalks the few steps towards me, before cupping my face in his hands and kissing me. It’s slow, sensual, as his tongue licks tenderly over mine, they tangle together, each giving and taking equally. As his tongue flicks over the roof of my mouth, I moan deeply into his.
I want more and push into him, letting our bodies press together. I expect him to move away, instead, his hands leave my face to grab my arse cheeks, his broad hands gripping tightly, almost enough to be painful. I’m so turned on just by his kiss that I hardly notice. All I do is groan, an unashamedly dirty groan that vibrates through my whole body. God, how can one kiss like this have me so horny, so desperate for more. He liftsme up off my feet, and all I can do is wrap them around his waist and hold on.
I expect him to drop me on the bed, but he lowers us gently, letting go of my bum to cage me in, his arms by my head. “I’m going to take a long time getting you ready, you’ll be screaming for me by the time I enter you. I’ve been wanting to do this since you first walked into the studio. Drop your legs. I’m going to run my hands and mouth over every inch of you.”
“Please,” I plead.
Time fades as I lose myself to his touch, even with as little experience as I have, I can tell he’s a master, skilled in ways I didn’t know existed. My legs are spread wide, his hands keeping them in place as he licks up and over my inner thighs. I writhe as his hot breath washes over my balls, but all he does is push my legs apart a little more. His grip will probably leave bruises, but fuck me, it’s worth it. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve begged and pleaded with him to touch my cock, for his mouth or fingers to pay some attention to the parts of me that feel like they’re on fire.
Before I can beg again, I’m flipped onto my stomach, then my knees are under me, arse up in the air, cheeks spread wide. Before I can work out what he’s going to do, his tongue is on my hole. My pucker tightens as I gasp, not just in shock but with lust—greedy, aching, desperate lust.
“Beautiful, fucking beautiful. God, your hole is greedy for me.” He spits on it, spreading the saliva around with his finger. The tip slips inside, and I tighten around it. I’ve played with my hole, but nothing compares to the feeling of his finger when he breaches the muscle for the first time. “You are so tight. Fuck, it’s going to feel incredible when you grip my cock as hard as this.”
The sound of something clicking breaks through the sound of my heavy panting breaths. Then the feel of cold lube dribbling down my crack explains the noise. More teasing of my hole before his finger sinks all the way in, then out again. Saint pumps the thick digit over and over, stretching my entrance, then another finger joins in, making me gasp. “That’s it, boy. I want to hear you.”
With two fingers now penetrating me, I know his promise of me screaming isn’t far away. His other hand grips my cock, and I grunt as, instead of stroking it, he holds it firmly. “You’re going to be coming before I’m ready to let you. Do I need to put a cock ring on you?”
“No, Sir, you need to get that big, fat cock inside me.” I look at him over my shoulder, he looks devilish, a devious smile spreading over his handsome face.
My arse is empty, and his hand comes down hard on my cheek, stinging the flesh but making my dick jump with need. He does it again, making me cry out as his fingers penetrate me again. “I can make it so you don’t come at all, boy. Is that what you want?” His mouth by my ear, his breath warm, then the sharp sting of his teeth as he bites the lobe has me babbling some kind of apology. “Good boy.”
The addition of more lube and a third finger has me crying out, my voice hoarse as I plead for more, for him inside me.
Then I’m empty again, and I hear the rustle of foil. “No condom,” I tell him. “I want all of you. I’m good, virgin remember? And I know you are, plus we get regularly tested, and I know the club has rules on that too.”
Saint’s eyes narrow as he watches me. I don’t know what’s going through his head, but he hasn’t said no yet. Hepicks up the lube, squeezing more out into his palm, then over his cock. Yes, he’s going bare.
“It’s forever, Noah. If I go inside you bare, then I’m never letting you go.”
I nod. “Not going anywhere, Sir.”
“Ready?”
This isn’t what I had planned for this evening, and maybe part of it is because of Royal winding me up. But now that I have Noah here and under me, I can’t for the life of me think why I haven’t done it before. He’s made for me, the perfect way he fits my hands, and his bum is a work of art. So firm and high, I can’t wait to flog it. The way he’s reacting to my touch, the goosebumps breaking out over smooth skin, how his muscles clench as I lick over them makes me want to do everything I crave. He will love every second of it.
“No condom.”
Noah’s words make me pause. He’s right that we’re both tested regularly so we’re clear. I hadn’t thought about it. I’ve had plenty of sex during scenes and most have been bareback, it goes with my lifestyle. I should’ve expected it; Noah is committed to me and our future relationship. I coat my cock with lube and ask the question. “Ready?”
“Yes, but not like this. I want to see you.”
“It will be easier for you in this position.” I stroke my fingers over his pucker, looser now and ready for me, but even at a snail’s pace it’s going to hurt him a little.
“I don’t care. As my Dom, after tonight, you won’t give me the choice. I want to see you as you enter me, claim me. I want your cum inside me.”
