Page 5 of Mine to Claim

No way this kid is a virgin. No way he’s survived all this time alone being untouched.

But dammit if my cock and heart don’t give an erratic shudder at the notion regardless.

His body tenses, and he jerks his head up to glare at me, his icy blue eyes filled with a fire I’d missed until now, one whose flames are not only rooted deep but whose fire forever burns. "What's it to you?"

I undress, then cast my clothes aside, and he flinches at my nudity. Or maybe at my erection. Can’t really tell. "I'm an asshole but not a monster. Not going to go fast if you haven’t done this before."

But fuck.

My dick’s fully hard now and twitching when the thought of him being a virgin takes hold again.

He sighs, face flushing bright red. "No, I've never. . . . Please, just go slow."

His admission sends heat spiking through me and precum leaks from my slit. Tonight I'll be his first, his only. I'll take what no other man has taken.

Make this boy mine.

And fuck if that doesn’t ignite a bone deep need I’ve never felt before.

A possessiveness that burns bright.

I sit on the bed, then brush his hair back from his worried eyes. So different than the defiant little shit he was earlier. "Don’t fret, boy. I’ll take good care of you. Even make you moan real pretty for me."

His eyes go wide, lips parting slightly as he gives a tiny nod, his slim shaft starting to plump up.

The corner of my mouth pulls up into a tiny smirk at his reaction. Didn’t think he’d respond to praise.

Something flashes across his face and a second later, he flings an arm up a bit too fast, hiding his face in the crook, as if not being able to see will somehow make it not real.

That won’t do. I want to see his reactions, figure out what he likes, wash away the embarrassment he obviously feels.

Make him forget whatever memory flitted through his mind that made him hide.

I stroke his sides, gentling him like a skittish colt. He gradually relaxes into the touches, arching closer. I trail my hand lower, and when it brushes his semi-rigid shaft, my own cock twitches.

My boy likes my hands on him.

Good.

I smile and grab the lube, slicking my fingers, eager to explore him. Besides food, it’s the one other necessity I make sure to search for when scavenging.

Devon flinches when I reach his ass, seizing up.

Fuck, it's been so long since my first time. I've forgotten how overwhelming this must be for him.

"Easy, Devon." I spread lube around his furled hole, massaging gently, and when I finally ease a finger inside the impossibly tight heat, my throbbing cock jerks, oozing precum.

He inhales sharply as I slide in a little farther, those deliciously taut inner muscles clamping down in panic.

I work the digit slowly back and forth. "Try to relax for me."

But he only trembles harder, both arms now covering his face, whimpering as I try loosening him up.

This goes on for another two minutes. I sigh, then withdraw my finger, not wanting to hurt him. "This is too much too fast. Let's try something else."

I have Devon turn on his side, then slide in behind, wedging his legs open. He grunts anxiously at being maneuvered and exposed, his breathing fast and shallow.

I stroke his chest until his racing heart calms under my palm. His breaths finally come slower as he unconsciously arches into my touch—starved for contact as I am. "That's perfect. Just breathe."

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