Chapter 26 #3
He scowls. “Come on.”
I kiss him softly. “Ask again.”
“Again?” He sighs, lips brushing mine. “Will you put it in for me?”
“No.”
He groans. “I hate you.”
“You don’t, and I’m almost convinced.”
He gives me a look, and I have to suppress a laugh. Arguing with him about this shouldn’t be this hot, but goddamn, it feels like edging.
“Then put it in for me.”
“Nope.”
“You beautiful bastard.”
I chuckle, stroking along his jaw. “One last time. Beg for it.”
“One last time?”
“Ask for what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
He rises to his knees, kisses me hard, and whispers against my lips, “I want you inside me.”
Wait a damn minute.
“Oh?” I murmur, heart hammering. “I thought we were talking about the dildo?”
“I want you. Not that silicone shit. You.”
My brain stalls, because fuck yes, but isn’t this too soon?
“You were struggling with the toy.”
“I wasn’t with your fingers.”
“Fuck.”
“Is that a yes?”
I kiss him, my hand curling around the back of his neck. My lips brushing his, I breathe, “How could I say no to that?”
Then I kiss him again and again until he’s gasping against my mouth, and nothing else matters except making him feel every inch of what he’s asked for, of what I want to give.
I shift us without thinking, muscles working on instinct, until he’s flat on his back beneath me, his breaths coming in shallow under my hands.
Perfect.
I get up and strip the rest of the way down. When my sweats hit the floor, I climb back over him, and he just stares as I grab the lube and slick it over my cock in slow strokes, but I want him watching. Want him wanting. The sound is wet, obscene, but I don’t rush it. I want him to ache for me.
His spine arches at the sight like his body is answering mine.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, eyes dragging over every inch of him. He’s flushed, trembling, and glowing. “So damn hot.”
He licks his lips. “So are you, Pretty Boy.”
That earns a smirk from me. Cheeky bastard.
I slide my fingers back between his legs, teasing him open again. He moans and lets his head fall back, lashes fluttering shut as I sink in two fingers, then three. He takes it, greedy and gorgeous.
“You good?”
“Yeah.” He pants.
I ease my fingers out, and his hips twitch at the loss. Then I line my cock up, pressing against his entrance.
“You sure?” I ask again, needing to hear it, needing to see it in his eyes. One wrong move, one shadow of doubt, and I’ll stop, no hesitation, but he looks at me like I hung the goddamn moon.
“I’m sure,” he whispers. “Fuck me, Mase. I want you.”
Goddamn.
I push in carefully, just the tip, and his whole body gasps. He’s tight, tighter than I expected, and the heat of him clenches around me.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” I groan, almost coming right there.
“Thanks.” He pants. “You’re pretty cool too.”
That makes me laugh, which makes me sink in another inch, and Luc’s palm slides down to press against my stomach.
“Wait.”
I freeze instantly. “Does it hurt?”
“No.” His hand slides lower until he’s wrapped around the base of my cock. “Just… fuck, that’s a lot of dick still to go.”
I huff a rough laugh, leaning in to kiss the curve of his collarbone. “Want to stop?”
He shakes his head, stubborn and brave. “No.”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Yes.”
Thank fuck.
I start pushing in again slowly, but he whines, hips bucking up into mine.
“Not so slow.” He gasps.
I hum low in my throat and wrap my hand around his cock again, stroking him with a tight grip. The distraction works, and another inch of me slides in.
I’m going to lose it if we keep this slow pace.
“Faster, Payne,” Luc pants, hips rolling. “You weren’t this slow getting in my mouth.”
Desperate, stretched, and still trying to sass me.
I chuckle, my lips pressed against his damp skin. “Didn’t know you wanted it rough already.”
“I want it deep,” he mutters, grinding back against me. “And all in, if that’s not too much trouble.”
“You’re so demanding,” I mutter, my breath dragging as I fight to hold back. “If I do everything you want, I’ll spoil you, and you’re already full of yourself enough, Luc Delacroix.”
He groans, his cock twitching in my hand. “I’d rather be full of you, Mason Payne.”
I growl, a sound I barely recognize before crashing my mouth against his in a bruising kiss. His lips part for me, and I stroke him harder while my hips roll deeper, inch by inch, until I’m all the way in, balls deep in Luc Delacroix.
Christ on a bike.
He gasps into my mouth, breaks the kiss to breathe, and arches like his body is trying to memorize the shape of me inside him.
“So full,” he whispers, dazed and perfect.
“Look at you.” My hips meet his now, no space between us. “I’m so fucking deep inside your perfect little hole. It sucks me in, Luc.”
“Move already,” he moans, and I do.
A grind more than a thrust, dragging over every nerve ending until he’s squirming like he doesn’t know whether to beg for more or cry.
His hand flies up to cover his mouth, but I catch the sound he makes, high, raw, and shameless.
“Want to stop?”
“No, I-I love it.”
“Love, huh?” I ask, giving him another thrust. “Me too.”
I’m so damn in love with you.
He shifts slightly under me, breath catching. “Can we maybe switch position?”
Shite, is it too much, after all?
I kiss down his throat and let my hand glide down his side. “I can just jerk us off together again. We don’t have to keep going if you’re hurting.”
“I’m not hurting. I just want you to fuck me from behind.”
Jesus.
“Whatever you want, baby.” I pull out, then shift my weight and press my palm to his chest, guiding him to roll onto his stomach. He moves easily under my hands, and when his cheek hits the sheets, I grip his hips and lift him slightly, lining myself up behind him.
“Look at you,” I murmur as I run my hand down the curve of his back. My fingers trace the dip of his spine, the arch of his waist, before settling at his hips. “What a view.”
I cover his body with mine, pressing in until he’s blanketed in heat, skin, and pressure. Then, with one slow thrust, I push back inside, way deeper like this.
Tighter. Hotter. Fuck, it’s so much.
I grit my teeth against the feeling, and he moans loudly, clenching around me, his body struggling to adjust but still taking me.
I grip his waist. “Fuck, Luc, is this too much?”
“More, please.”
I start moving again with slow thrusts, grinding in each time, rolling my hips, hitting him in that spot that makes his legs tremble.