Page 52 of One Time Only (One Time Only 1)
Desire is written all over his face. Moaning, he thrusts his hips against me. “I do, J. I do, so much.”
“I’ll show you. Then I’ll tell you.” I move down Stone’s body, exploring him with my hands. I run my palms across his chest, over his pecs, my fingers traveling through the hair on his chest, making their way to the grooves of his abs. He shivers with every touch as I play with the ridges of his stomach, as I trace his tattoos, as I draw lines around the stars on his hips with my tongue. He moans as my hands and lips discover his skin, finding the places he loves being touched the most. I raise my head, locking eyes with him. “Do you get it now?”
“I do, but words help.” It comes out like begging.
I reward his plea with words and deeds.
Wrapping my hand around his pulsing shaft, I give him a nice, long stroke, drawing out a wild moan from the man I’m going to fuck. “In a few minutes, I’m going to put you on your hands and knees and ruin you. I’m going to slide my cock in your body, take your dick in my hand, and own your pleasure.” I bring my face to his chest and lick a path between his pecs, up to his Adam’s apple, and over to his jaw, biting. “That’s how much you turn me on—more than I’ve ever been aroused before.”
His eyes shine with oceans of lust. “Ruin me. Ruin me now.”
“Need to get you ready for me. Open you up.” I kneel between his legs again, nudging them apart. I put more lube on my fingers and push one in him. He thrusts down against me right away. Seeking me out. Hunting for pleasure. I add another finger. More lube. A third finger. He arches, asking for more.
His hands shoot into his hair, dragging roughly through the strands. “Yes,” he grunts. “Get me loose for you. I’ve got a nice, big cock coming my way.”
I grin, loving his filthy mouth. “You’re so dirty. The things you say are insane.”
“The things you do to me are insane.”
I want nothing more than to deliver on all our filthy promises. But I need to make sure he can handle it. Make sure this isn’t all talk. I slow the pace of my fingers, taking my time. “You sure you’re ready for me?” I ask, my tone earnest. “I know I don’t have a starter cock.”
He licks his lips, pushes up on his elbows, and stares wickedly at me. “Thank the Lord for that. Hallelujah. All my prayers have been answered.”
I laugh. “I mean it. Do you want it slow and easy? I can do it missionary if that’s easier for you. Or we can spoon, and I can move behind you. I don’t have to fuck you hard. I can take it slow. You can ride me and set the pace.”
Rolling his eyes, he points to the nightstand. “You think I can’t handle you? Open that drawer.”
I ease my fingers out, lean over, and slide it open. “You’ve got a store in there.”
Stone shrugs casually. “I bought a few.”
“A few? You’ve got, like, ten dildos.”
He holds up one hand showing five fingers. “Don’t shame me for having dildos.”
I laugh. “No shame, bro. No shame at all.”
I reach in, grabbing a long blue one. “Let’s get you ready,” I rasp out as I hand it to him. He brings it between his legs. Holds out the tip to me. I drizzle some lube on it. Turning it around, he presses the head against his ass.
I tremble.
The sight of this, of him playing with himself, is so fucking arousing.
I can’t help it. I need to touch myself. I fist my cock as I watch him push the tip against his hole.
“I used them a lot lately. I needed to practice,” he whispers in a filthy confession.
“Say that again?” I’m not confused, but I do want to be absolutely clear.
Stone pushes it in a little more, just the tip, and my cock twitches in my palm. “For you. I knew you were going to fuck me someday, and I needed to be ready for your magnificent cock.”
I turn one hundred degrees of incendiary. “You prepped for me,” I say, amazed and even more turned on.
“Had to get ready. Wanted to be able to take you. And I didn’t want you to go easy on me.”
I join the party, wrapping my hand around his and pushing the dildo in a bit more. “Let’s just make sure, then. Make sure you can take me.”
He grunts, lifting his ass, and I push the toy in another inch. His legs fall wide open. “Yessssss.”
That one word lasts forever. It occupies a minute. It fills all the air in the city. It’s the sexiest permission ever.
