Page 60 of Filthy and the Beast

I frown. “Of course you’re going to make me talk about it.”

Without apologizing, he gives me a smile. “You’re the one that brought it up. I was merely enjoying groping that meaty ass.”

I snort. “Meaty ass. That’s what I’m talking about.”

“What?”

“Never had anything inside there,” I grumble. “Not even close. But even if I wanted to, my ass isn’t like yours. I’m hairy, you know? And I keep myself clean, but how do I know if I’m really clean enough for that?” I grab my whiskey and gulp it. “Can’t believe I’m saying this out loud.”

Damian laughs. “You’re fine. And those are totally normal 101 questions regarding anal.” He cuddles in closer to me. “The good news is you don’t have to put something inside you to enjoy anal, and for me, a hairy ass is a plus, not a problem.”

I squint. “You don’t have to put something inside you to enjoy putting something inside you? How does that work?”

Very slowly, Damian drags his tongue in a circle around his mouth, warm and wet and tempting.

My dick gets rock hard.

Oh.

“It’s called a rimjob. Want to try it?”

I swallow. “Now you’re asking to put your tongue in my ass?”

“No. I’m offering to kiss your rim. And lick it. But only if you want me to. I won’t penetrate you, but it will still be pleasurable, give you a sense of what that feels like.” He leans forward. “And we can do it in the shower. You won’t have to worry about cleanliness in the least.”

Breath heavy, I’m caught on my back foot, not sure what to say.

Damian raises both hands. “Or not! No pressure. Just an offer on the table if you decide you want to steer us in that direction.”

My brain can’t get beyond the way he dragged his tongue across his lips. I can still feel his hands on my ass, gripping my glutes.

Still getting used to how good a cock feels in my mouth, how fun it is to stroke his erection until precum oozes from his tip.

But I know enough. I know I want more.

“Do you want to rim me?” I ask him, my voice rough.

A quiver goes through Damian. “If you want that,” he says carefully.

I don’t let myself think. I don’t need to. I grab him and pull him to me, burying my tongue in his mouth, rutting up against his firm body.

“Shower,” I growl, and Damian laughs.

“Shower,” he agrees.

As we make our way across the mansion, we keep our hands on each other. He pushes me against the wall; I kiss him and walk him backward through the kitchen. Not really thinking, I take him to my bathroom instead of the downstairs guest bath.

By the time I realize where we are, we’re tearing clothes off each other, and I’m too worked up and horny to stop.

We’re both naked and hard, his pretty erection pressing against his flat abs. With shaking hands, I put the shower on hot. What we’re about to do scares me, but I think that’s part of why it’s so sexy.

Damian pulls me into the warm water. “It’s okay.” He strokes my chest. “Just breathe. And if you don’t enjoy it, let me know. I’ll stop.”

He turns me, reaches up and puts my hands against the tile, slides down. He pulls my legs apart, not too far. Thinking of his face, right there at such an intimate, private part of me, heat rushes through me.

Damian huffs in a deep breath, his hands on my thighs. “Smells good. I like your scent after you work out.”

I squirm, uncomfortable.

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