Page 42 of Filthy and the Beast

I nod. “One of the biggest fights in history.”

My brain latches on him being excited about a boxer. That’s nice. Makes me want to impress him. But I’m no Joe Louis.

“What brings you to the front wing of the house?” Damian asks.

“I’m here because you’re making me talk about sex.”

He laughs warmly. “Kind of. It’s more like I’m making you talk about your emotions.”

With a grunt, I sit on the couch across from him. “Even worse.”

Grinning, he folds his legs under him, facing me. “Don’t be silly. This is the fun part! Or at least, this part lets the other parts be fun. You know what I mean?”

I frown. Why does he always seems to have the upper hand? I’m twenty years his senior. He’s living in my house. I’m his damn employer. Still, Damian keeps me on my back foot, playing defense.

Despite his teasing smile, he must see me wrestling through my confusion because he softens his expression and drops his voice to a gentle tone. “Have you thought about what I asked? Your expectations and boundaries?”

Such a nice voice. Even like it when he says horrifying things.

“I expect we’ll do… that again,” I finally manage.

Damian sighs. “That being what, exactly?”

I frown. He knows damn well what I mean. “Sex,” I finally answer.

Adjusting his glasses, Damian grins. “I expect we might do sex again, too. Let’s try this a different way. One of my boundaries is that I always use a condom for anal.”

Remember what he said the other night, about being a top. I don’t know much about gay sex, but I know what that means, and my body heats.

“Uh…”

Damian laughs sweetly. “But I don’t expect anal. I’ll be totally satisfied with any of a wide range of activities.” When I don’t say anything, he gives me an encouraging nod. “What kind of sex are you interested in, Enzo?”

I want to rip his clothes off and thrust my body against his until we come all over each other. Taste him everywhere. Feel his cock pulsing and leaking in my mouth again.

“I like what we did the other night.”

“Good,” he says. “That’s a start! I like what we did, too. Especially the full-body contact stuff. Bulging muscles aren’t what I typically seek out in a lover, but your body against mine was amazing.”

As he talks about it, I can feel it again. My dick gets hard in my sweatpants.

Lover. What a fucking word.

“What did you like?” Damian prompts.

“Rubbing our dicks together.” When I hear myself, I'm embarrassed. That’s the kind of thing a meathead would say. Quickly, I add, “And I liked it when you came.”

Damian quivers, surprising me and igniting more of my desire.

Fuck, he’s cute.

“You like making me come. Okay, okay. We can definitely work with that.” Grinning, he takes my hand, trying to help calm me down, although my pulse skyrockets from his touch. “And anything in particular you’re dying to explore? You’d be in good hands. Just name anything that’s on your mind, no judgments. Group sex, role play, food play, sex toys, mild to moderate pain, prostate orgasms…”

He keeps talking, but blood rushes to my ears. I miss the last few examples he tosses out.

“But I personally don’t need any of that to feel satisfied. If you want to stick with the dick-on-dick friction, I won’t complain.”

Repeating his words, I squeeze his hand. “Don’t think I need any of that.”

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