Page 76 of Always Mine

He spins around, arching his ass out for me, and yup, I’ve died. I have no doubt now this is what my heaven looks like. I drop to my knees, kissing each cheek preparing to worship him. I need this. Need this connection with him in the worst way.

My horny little baby isn’t having that, though, and he practically growls at me with need. “Paxton, eat my ass. I don’t think you understand how keyed up I am.”

I reach down, squeezing the base of my dick. “Fuck, Wy, that dirty mouth of yours is gonna make me nut before we even start.”

“You better not or I will stab you,” he whines, arching more.

I love him like this. Desperate, starving, and ready for anything I’m going to give. “Relax, baby. Let me take care of you.”

I give his cheeks a smack before opening him up and diving in. I lick around his hole, dragging my tongue up and down to get him nice and wet for me. My eyes roll to the back of my head because—fuck—he tastes just like he used to. Fucking heaven.

“Mmm,” he moans, pushing back into my mouth. “More.”

“You like that?” I tease, flicking out my tongue and giving him a slow lick.

“You’re doing this to me on purpose. Just know I can think of a dozen ways to pay you back.”

I gulp, remembering very well how good he is at edging me. While I’m all for drawing this out with a little erotic torture, I still remember we have a house full of people who’ll eventually come looking for us.

“Fine, Mr. Impatient.” I step back, pushing down on his arched back. “Get on your knees.” He does, and I remove my own boxers, eager and ready to get inside of him. “Do you have any lube?”

He grunts, motioning toward the small plastic bin in the corner. “There’s some in there.”

I cock a brow, knowing it’s the same place we’ve always kept it, and wonder for a second if it’ll still be good. “Is it old?”

“It’s not. I use it when I come up here to masturbate sometimes.” He cocks his head to look at me over his shoulder, maybe purposefully trying to drive me mad with the image of him fucking his own hand. “I use it when I come up here to think about you.”

“Fuck.” I growl, grabbing out the lube and heading back to him.

I fall onto my knees, not at all caring about the scratchy feeling underneath me. Popping open the cap, I pour a generous amount onto my fingers, spreading it over his waiting hole. He shivers, a soft whimper leaving his lips when I glide over him. I want to take it slow, but he’s not having it and my desire for him isn’t either.

I push a finger in, working in and out before moving on to a second one. He winces and I freeze, worried I’ve hurt him. “Don’t stop, I swear to God. It’s the good kind of pain. I want it. Please, just keep going.”

“You need to tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

“I will, now please, don’t stop again."

“Yes, sir.” I move, enjoying every single pant, moan, and groan that leaves his lips.

It’s not long before my own need takes over and I squeeze out more lube, about to slather my own cock with when a thought hits me. I don’t want to ruin the mood, but I feel like this is something I have to ask him about before we start. Wyatt and I have never used protection, but we also never had a reason to in the past.

Now, though, I’m not so sure.

“Fuck,” I grit out, anger suddenly flooding me. I have no right to be upset if he’s done this with someone else, but a part of me is really hoping he hasn’t.

He looks back at me again, those eyes so dark they're almost black. “What's the matter?” he pants, so lost in the moment. Damn, I don’t want to ruin it, but I need to know if this is safe. Need him to know that he’s also safe with me. It’s important.

“Wyatt, I don’t have a condom,” I say, hoping he’ll get my drift.

He’s still panting, eyes confused. “So, we’ve never used one before.”

“I know…”

It takes him a minute, but when he finally realizes, he flips over onto his back to glare up at me. “Are you trying to tell me you’re fucking other people without a condom? Are you not safe?”

His pout is cute, but I want so badly to reassure him. I fall forward, blanketing my body over his, kissing the snarl off his face. “No,” I mutter, kissing him again before pulling back. “I’ve not been with anyone but you.”

His whole body relaxes, and he lets out a small sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

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