11. Ambrose
AMbrOSE
I crossed the space between us in two strides, grabbed hold of Eric’s t-shirt, and yanked it up. “Arms over your head.”
He didn’t move.
“Winston. You better fucking do as you’re told.”
“Here. Tonight. But that’s all you get. I won’t always obey you.”
“We’ll see about that.”
He held my gaze as he raised his arms, and I knew he wasn’t going to bend as easily as I wanted him to. He was a challenge, more of one than I would have guessed when I first met him.
I couldn’t be sure I was going to be able to control him, and that scared me. Nothing was supposed to scare me anymore. Nothing besides losing someone I cared about.
You care about Eric.
I’m responsible for Eric.
I pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor, then paused to take in how incredible he looked.
His shirt had been tight enough that I’d known how firm his muscles were.
I’d guessed his chest would be dusted with dark hair, and it was.
But I hadn’t realized how very much I’d want to run my tongue over every ridge of his abs.
I also longed to skim the backs of my fingers through his treasure trail and toy with the waistband of his jeans.
“I thought you wanted me out of my clothes fast,” Eric protested.
“I changed my mind.”
“Nervous?”
“Fuck no.”
He frowned. “You don’t have to?—”
I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and brought his lips to mine.
I needed to kiss him again, to taste him, to reassure myself the connection I was feeling was real.
I wasn’t scared of fucking him. I wasn’t weirded out that he was a man.
In the moment, it felt completely natural, like I’d wanted him all my life, but I was afraid tonight would have consequences I wouldn’t be able to deal with.
I already thought of Eric as mine—mine to protect, mine to possess.
Dax had told me how he’d felt when he’d seen Travis again.
He’d been certain Travis belonged to him.
I felt the same damn way about Eric, but I… I couldn’t.
Eric pulled back from the kiss and used a hand under my chin to make me look at him. “Ambrose?”
“I want this. I need to fuck you, to know what it’s like to take you, make you come, make you cry out my name.”
“You need that control, don’t you?”
“I… Yes.”
“Then take me.”
Eric unfastened his pants and shoved them down his legs. He wrestled his boots off, then kicked his pants and underwear on top of his t-shirt.
He looked up and caught me staring. “Like what you see?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off his dick, and I had to swallow before I could speak. The sight of his thick cock jutting out, the tip red and wet, stole all the moisture from my mouth. “I… Yeah.”
He chuckled. “Good.”
I forced myself to raise my gaze to his face. He was grinning at me. He liked how tongue-tied I was. I needed to show him I could handle this, that I was in charge, that I could take care of him.
I grabbed his arm and tugged hard, making him stumble. “On the bed.”
“Yes, sir.” His tone was mocking.
“Goddammit, don’t do that.”
Eric fluttered his too-long eyelashes at me. “Do what?”
“Get. On. The. Bed.”
“I thought you wanted me to show you respect.”
“I want to fuck you.”
Eric stopped teasing and crawled onto the bed. He positioned himself on his hands and knees, sticking his ass out. The easygoing sheriff was gone, and in his place was a man who knew exactly what pleased him, a man who was determined to get everything he needed.
I wasn’t really surprised. I’d known from the day we met that his relaxed appearance was a front. There was a hell of a lot more emotion under the surface. My instincts about people were almost never wrong. I’d gotten to see him angry, and now….
He looked over his shoulder and grinned at me.
“Jesus, that should be illegal.” I knelt behind him and took hold of his ass cheeks, kneading them. He groaned, then sucked in his breath when I brushed my fingers along his crack, skimming over his hole.
“I really hope you have some lube.”
“Would you let me do this if I said I didn’t?”
“God help me, maybe.”
I grinned. “You’re in luck, and even if I didn’t have real lube, I’d find something. I want you writhing under me because you’ve never felt anything this good. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Eric smiled, and my chest tightened. I was in so much fucking trouble.
“Go get it,” he ordered. “Don’t make me wait all day.”
I slapped his ass, making him jump, then I reached up under one of the pillows and pulled out a tube of lube.
After flicking the top open, I slicked up my fingers and pressed into him, gasping at the heat as his ass drew my digits in. I worked them in and out, stretching him. He flexed his hips, pushing back to take more.
“You like that?”
“I do. I expected you to just drive your cock into me.”
“Just because you’re the first man I’ve been with doesn’t mean I’ve never done anal before. I know you need a little warming up.” I widened my fingers, pressing against his now slick walls.
Eric sucked in his breath. “That’s enough warming up. I’m more than ready.”
“There’s no need to rush. You’re not going anywhere tonight. We have plenty of time.”
He reached back, seized my free hand, and dragged it to his dick. “Feel how hard I am? I need you.”
His words hit me so hard I lost the rhythm I was using. He needed me. Me. Not a soldier, not a protector. Me. I suddenly felt too exposed.
Then he wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and I made a strangled sound.
He was hard as steel. He felt like me… but not.
My hand knew the motions to make, but I couldn’t quite accept that I was doing this to another man, that it wasn’t my cock in my hand.
And yet, it felt almost as good as if it were.
I worked his cock faster and harder, leaving my fingers stuffed in his ass.
“God, Ambrose, this is… I… Fuck, you’re going to make me come before you’re inside me.”
Did I want to do that? I wanted to feel his ass squeeze around my cock, but I also wanted to watch him, to feel his cum all over my hand. I wanted to experience everything with him because I was probably going to push him away in the morning. “I’ll just have to make you come again later.”
“I don’t think I?—”
“I do.” I kept working him and started fucking his ass again with my fingers, going as deep as I could. I knew the moment I found his prostate.
He bucked against me and gasped. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“Never.” I was never going to want to. I was sure of that.
I thought of how good his mouth had felt on my cock, how he was willing to get on his knees for me—a criminal, an insane wreck of a man more comfortable with gators than people. He wasn’t afraid of me. He wanted me, and he made me want… No, I wasn’t ready. I would probably never be ready.
I dragged my fingers over his prostate again, and that was all it took.
He jerked against my hand, and I felt his hot cum shoot from his cock, over and over, running down my fingers and dripping onto the bed.
His climax seemed to last forever, and I had to hold myself back from joining him.
I hadn’t even touched my cock, and it was ready to go off.
I hadn’t come spontaneously since I was in my early teens.
He sank down to his elbows, and his head dropped between his arms. I let my fingers slip from his ass and just watched his sides expand and contract as his breaths came fast and shallow. I wiped my hand on the sheet, then slid both hands up his back, enjoying the feel of his muscles.
I was going to need a few minutes if I wasn’t going to come that second. I thrust into him. I massaged his shoulders, then gripped the back of his neck, pressing my fingers in.
“You don’t have to hold me down.” His voice was hoarse. “I’m very willing.”
He was going to undo me completely.
I squeezed his neck harder. “Maybe I like holding you down.”
He chuckled. “You can be as rough with me as you want.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you’ve seen me in action.”
“I have. I’ve watched you kill a man, remember? You’re not going to scare me away.”
I almost asked why, but I bit back the words in time. If I questioned him too much, he might change his mind. I didn’t know if I could bear him walking away.
But aren’t you planning to walk away from him?
Not before I find out just how good this could be. I needed to fully experience this—being with someone who truly wanted me—at least once.
I removed my hand from his neck and kissed him where I’d left red marks. They would fade, but I intended to fuck him hard enough that it would be a while before his ass stopped reminding him of me every time he sat down. “You might want to hold on to something.”
Eric huffed. “I’m tougher than you think.”
“Fine, hit your head on the headboard. I won’t stop when you do.”
He pushed back up onto his hands and looked around at me. “I don’t want you to go easy on me. That was never what I expected from you.”
What did he expect? I was too scared to ask.
“I want you, the real you, the one you like to hide.”
I shook my head. “That’s… I can’t.”
“Then give me what you can.”
I reached for the lube, and Eric pulled a pillow to him, wrapped his arms around it, and rested his head down again.
I slicked my cock and teased his hole, brushing the tip over it and along his crack
“Fuck me now and quit playing,” he demanded.
I slapped his ass hard, making him gasp. “I’m in control here.”
“Then show me. Fucking control me already.”
I thrust into him. God, he was so fucking tight. I pulled back and drove in again, and he cried out, “Fuck. That’s… Fuck.”
“You said you could take anything.” I should feel guilty for forcing my way in, but all I felt was incredible pleasure unlike anything I’d experienced before.
Eric growled. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
“Damn right you like it. I’m going to make you come again. I’m going to wear you out.”
“Do it.”
No matter what he said, I should have been more careful.
He said he hadn’t bottomed in a while, but I couldn’t stop myself.
On my next thrust, I buried myself to the balls, then dug my fingers into his hips fighting to keep him still.
I was already right on the edge again, and the slightest movement from him might send me over.
Eric struggled against my hold. “Fuck me, you bastard.”
“You need this, don’t you? You need me.”
“Fuck yes.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I drove into his ass again and again. He widened his legs and arched his back more deeply. Damn, he was flexible for someone so bulky.
“Fucking fill me up. I want to feel your cock in my throat.” Every move he made echoed his need to have me deep inside.
Hearing the good sheriff’s filthy talk made me fight to hold myself back. I wasn’t going to come so quickly. I was going to enjoy his tight, hot body for as long as I could.
“Touch yourself but don’t come.” I wanted him to be struggling as hard as I was not to let go.
He rose up onto his elbows and reached underneath himself. I let go of his hips as he stroked his cock and raised up fully on my knees, letting him fuck himself on me as I fisted one of my hands in his hair, yanking his head back.
He growled, but I held on. “Mine. You’re all mine. I’m going to come in your ass, and you can’t stop me.”
“Don’t want to stop you. I want it all. I want you to lose control and give me everything.”
“Jesus, Eric. Fuck.”
He sucked in a breath at the sound of his name, and my instincts told me he was way too close.
“Stop.” I squeezed his wrist hard. “Let go of your damn dick.”
“Make me.”
“I can break your wrist.”
“You won’t.”
I let go of his hair and spanked his ass hard once, then twice, and he finally did as he was told.
He growled. “You had me so fucking close.”
I dug my fingers into the red marks I’d made on his ass, and he struggled to free himself. “I thought Dax was the one who liked torture.”
I laughed, sounding truly evil. “I know at least as much as Dax if not more. I just use my skills more selectively. Or not at all. Not since…”
“No, don’t go there.”
“I… Oh shit…”
“Ambrose. Come back to me.”
I heard Eric call me as I fought the visions that wanted to take over and ruin this night for me, ruin everything for me. Hadn’t that day taken enough?
Eric reached back and wrapped a hand around my thigh as he squeezed his ass tight around me.
“Feel that. Feel how much I need you. How my ass is begging your cock to sink in farther, deeper, to fill me up. I want that. I want you to come inside me. I want you to use me. Let me help you. Let me take your pain away just for now.”
“Eric.”
“I’m here. Feel me.” He dug his nails into my thigh, and I gasped. “Feel how I want you.”
“Fuck.” I took hold of his hips and slammed into him. I fucked him like a wild animal, and he took it all, pushing back against me, writhing, whimpering, begging. “Don’t come until I say you can.”
“Need to. Fuck, Ambrose, I…” He was as mindless as I was now, driving back into me as hard as I was thrusting forward. We’d both be bruised, but I didn’t care. He was here, and he was real, and he wanted me.
“You ready to come for me?”
“Fuck yes. I’m going to come so hard I might black out.”
“God yes. Do it.”
I pushed deep, and he cried out. It felt like every muscle in his body contracted, and his ass squeezed me until it hurt.
I wanted to last until he was wrung out, but I couldn’t. Heat raced down my spine, and I gasped as my climax electrified me. I slammed my hips into Eric again and again as I filled his ass.