Chapter Twelve
Cody
Icarefully watched Lorcan’s reaction to the array of puppy items on the bed. As his dark-brown eyes lit with obvious delight, and a wide grin crossed his face, relief flooded me. Yes! Nailed it! “Why don’t you join me?”
For a moment, he hesitated.
“With or without the robe—your choice.” I didn’t ever want him to feel either that nudity was required or that I didn’t find him gorgeous and want him naked all the time. Either way was fine.
He removed the robe and gently placed it on my weekend-reading chair situated by the window
He cleared his throat, gesturing to his clothes. “Thank you.”
I smiled. “You washed them.”
“Yes, but you pulled them out of the dryer and brought them in here. That was…considerate.”
Damn. Has no one ever done nice things for this man? I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to him.
For just a moment, my brain screeched to a halt. The rest of my life? Seriously? We barely knew each other. I’d need to watch myself carefully—because falling for this broken soul could be so easy. I didn’t want to think of him as broken—but that was exactly who he was. I patted the bed.
He leapt onto it and sat on his knees. “Will you share with me?”
He vibrated with what I took to be enthusiasm. “Of course.”
I held a stuffie. “Teddy bear, of course. Because every puppy needs a stuffie. Reinforced stitching. That said, you might get overenthusiastic—”
He shook his head. “I’ll never destroy it.” He took it from my hands. “This is the best.” A shadow passed across his eyes.
“What is it?”
“I used to have one.” He hugged the bear to his chest. “And now I do again.”
His pleasure assured me even as I suppressed the urge to ask probing questions. I held out a package of three dog-safe tennis balls.
He grasped it and opened it. He pulled the first ball out and squeezed it. His eyes went wide as it squeaked.
“Yes. For fun.”
“Oh, thank you.”
I held a short strand of braided rope with knots at each end.
He grasped one, while I held the other. He tugged, and I held fast. “I love it.”
“Tug of war is the best game.” I cocked my head. “I’m hoping one day you’ll feel comfortable playing with other pups. You’ve been to Club Kink.”
He nodded.
“We can build up to it, for certain. I want you to enjoy all the great experiences out there for puppies.”
“I—” He swallowed. “I want that too.”
“Great.” I put the rope aside and pointed to the three collars. “I have the receipt, so I can return all three.”
His eyes flashed disappointment.
“Or you can pick one—or all.”
That brought a smile to his lips. Reverently, he touched the yellow tartan one.
This time, I grinned. “Puppies deserve nice things. Nice collars. I thought you might like that one. May I put it on you?” I hoped I’d made it clear this was just for fun and I wasn’t collaring him.
He nodded, and turned so his back was to me.
I’d fitted all the collars on myself—with a bit of room because I remembered Lorcan’s neck being thicker than mine.
I wasn’t wrong. The collar fit perfectly.
Before he could turn around though, I pushed myself up onto my knees.
I ran my hands up and down his back—using just the right amount of fingernails.
He shivered.
“Are you cold?”
“No.” He cleared his throat again. “More like warm. All over.”
I pressed a kiss to his neck where it met his spine. Then I wrapped my arms around him.
He leaned back into my embrace.
I reached to his chest and continued the scritches. I loved his pelt—as soft as fur. For fun, I tweaked his nipples.
He moaned. “Keep that up and…”
“And?” I moved my hand lower still to graze his very interested cock.
“I thought we were looking at toys.”
“And gifts. I haven’t shown you the matching leash or—”
Abruptly, he turned in my arms. He grasped the hem of my T-shirt and, with my help, raised it over my head. “I need those off.” He pointed to my sleep pants.
“That’s fair. I’ll take them off, and you can gather everything—” I didn’t need to finish my sentence because he was already removing them. Placing them gently on a pile on top of the robe.
As I removed my sleep pants, I noted he didn’t remove the collar. My instincts had said he’d love that one. His name had Scottish ancestry, and the tartan just…fit.
Once he had everything removed, he stood before me. His cock stood straight out and he was obviously very aroused. His nipples puckered, and he grasped the base of his shaft. “Please don’t make me wait.” Said in a broken whisper.
“I don’t intend to.” Edging had a time and a place—this was neither. I patted the bed beside me.
Again, he leapt on the bed. For a big guy, he moved easily. On all fours, he leaned toward me. I met him halfway, and we kissed again.
My cock perked in interest. I pulled back from the kiss. “You’re certain?”
He nodded vigorously. “I am. I really am.” He ducked his head for a moment before meeting my gaze. “I trust you.”
I stroked his cheek. “And I will never take that trust for granted.” I smiled. “You still okay with bottoming?”
Again, he nodded with enthusiasm.
“How do you want to be?”
He held my gaze. “Is on my back okay? I want to look at you.”
“That happens to be my favorite position as well—I’ll be able to see if I’m hurting you.”
“You won’t.” He said the word with a confidence even I didn’t feel.
“Hopefully not. That said, you can stop this at any time, okay? You say the word and we call a halt to it—no recriminations.”
He blinked. “Yeah. That goes for you too, right?”
“Of course.” I trailed my hand down his chest to his cock. “I’m looking forward to this, Lorcan.”
“Me too.”
“Great. You lie back and I’ll get supplies.”
“Sure.” He positioned himself in the middle of the bed, lying on his back, with a pillow behind his head.
He looked glorious to me. All pale skin, hair covering him, and a shy smile. He was the embodiment of what I wanted—only I hadn’t known how to ask the universe for him. Who knew Club Kink would serve me up my heart’s desire on a silver platter?
Or on a king-sized bed in my cozy condo.
I grabbed the lube and a condom from the drawer. I held up the bottle. “Do you want to prep yourself, or would you mind if I do it?”
“You want to?” His brow furrowed.
“Only if you want me to. I’m big on intimacy. What could be more intimate than that? If you’re uncomfortable, of course, I don’t have to.”
He shook his head. “I want. Only just—”
“Your ex didn’t do that.” I didn’t make the sentence into a question because the confusion was written all over his face.
“I—” He swallowed. “I swore I wouldn’t talk about him.”
“Lorcan, sweetheart, you can’t just ignore those twenty-eight years.
That’s more than half your life that you spent with him.
That’s going to color how you see things for a long time.
How you move in the world. What space you believe you’re allowed to take.
I’m here to say you’re allowed to embrace everything you want.
To ask for—or even demand—the things you deserve.
” I quirked a smile. “And I don’t want you to agree to something because you think I might like it. That does both of us a disservice.”
“So if I said I want you to—” He gestured to my hand.
“Then I’m happy to do that.” I placed the bottle on the bed and opened the condom. We’d agreed we might eventually go without, but I wanted him to feel secure with me first. To know I’d never do anything to endanger his health. I rolled the condom on and grinned. “Let me in.”
As if understanding, He opened his thighs opened so I could scoot between them. He grasped his cock and balls—easing them out of the way. Offering the most glorious view of his hole.
I opened the cap of the lube and poured a generous dollop on my fingers. “I’m going to make you feel good, okay?”
He nodded.
Slowly, I circled his rim.
He caught his lower lip between his teeth.
I slid one finger in.
He shifted to adjust.
I added a second finger.
He held my gaze.
With infinite care and patience, I moved my fingers. In and out. Scissoring. Trying to get him to open for me. Finally, I twisted my wrist and brushed my fingers against his prostate.
He whimpered—in a good way—and a drop of precum leaked from his tip.
With my other hand, I pressed my thumb against his slit.
His cocked thickened against my palm as I grasped him.
“Please, Cody. Just…please.” He swallowed.
I wasn’t going to make him wait. I eased my fingers from him. After adding lube to my sheathed cock, I lined myself up at his entrance. I almost asked him if he was certain, but his eyes held a desperation I rarely witnessed. If he wasn’t ready, I had no doubt he’d speak up. Slowly I pushed in.
His ring of muscles was tight, and I took things at a snail’s pace. When my crown was fully inside him, he sighed. He nodded.
Inch by inch, I worked my way inside him. Pushing in a bit, pulling out, then sliding in a bit farther. The lube helped, as did the relaxation of his muscles. Like his body was more accepting of me. Of the intrusion. Whether muscle memory, or simply his trust in me, I wasn’t certain.
When I was fully seated, however, I did another check. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing a little labored. His eyes carried a sheen, and I wasn’t certain the cause. Before I could ask if he was okay, though, he nodded. “I’m ready.”
“Okay.” I withdrew almost to the tip, and thrust in.
He grunted.
I repeated the action. Over and over.
“You can go harder, Cody. I’m not made of glass.”
Maybe not—but he was damn fragile and so fucking precious to me. Still, I didn’t want him questioning either himself or me. So I thrust harder. Picked up the pace. Gave him less time to recover.
He arched his neck, giving me a view of his exposed neck. He was vulnerable in a way that robbed me of breath.
I grasped his cock.
His gaze shot to mine.
Still, I maintained a steady pace. I didn’t want to come before he did. For a myriad of reasons, but mostly because I wanted him to know how special he was to me. How much I’d give anything to make him smile.
I tugged at the same pace of my thrusts. Even as I chased my own orgasm, I willed him to sink into his. I gritted my teeth, going even harder and faster. “Come, sweetheart. I need you to come.” As I teetered on the precipice, I willed him to tumble over.
His thighs, cradling my hips, stiffened. He went rigid.
I continued with dogged determination—now closer than ever to the cliff.
He came. His cum spurted over my hand and sort of went everywhere. His inner walls contracted around my cock and, just like that, I fell over into bliss myself.
With great effort, I held his gaze, even as I rode the waves of pleasure.
“Thank you.”
His whispered words caught me off guard and I had to blink back tears. “Always. I swear…always.” Unable to hold back any longer, I closed my eyes, arched my back, and I let out a guttural groan.
Best. Orgasm. Ever.
Which scared the shit out of me.