Page 71 of Dangle

Looking up at him through my lashes—his head thrown back, his chest heaving, a flush of pink painting it, abs rolling and clenching—goddamned beautiful and sexy as fuck. I had to have him. Rocking back on my heels, I pulled a condom out and tossed my wallet to the side, and held out the foil packet to him. “Hold this,” I told him.

He took the foil packet and danced it over and around his fingers. He looked down at me and asked, “Do we need this?”

I surged to my feet, taking his mouth savagely, punishing him for the asinine question. “Trey, I want you safe. Always. You understand? Condoms are a requirement. All the fancy new drugs are great, and I’m thankful for them, but being safe is your first line of defense. So, always,alwayswrap your junk.”

“I just thought…” he trailed off, blushing, which deepened the exertion pink already painting his face told me all I needed to know.

“Baby boy, I would like nothing better than to fuck you raw, but that’s a whole other conversation, one that would put what’s happening between us in full reverse. So, it’s up to you.”

“Screw that shit. If I don’t get fucked today, I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”

Laughter rumbled in my chest before erupting from my mouth with enough force that it threw my head back. He had to be the cutest little fucker I’d ever met. Kissing him again, because I couldn’t kiss him again, I toed off my boots while undoing my pants. His hands slid under my shirt, lifting it. I grabbed his hands and pulled them away from my body. “No,” I growled.

He whined in the back of his throat. “But I want to touch you.”

“And you will,” I said, reaching behind my head and yanking my T-shirt over my head. “But not yet. My control is hanging by a thread, baby boy. Last thing I want is to scare the fuck out of you the first time I get you under me.”

“You realize I’m not a virgin, yes?”

The thought of him with others—especially after he tried ditching protection with me—whether they meant something to him or not, heated my blood until it hummed, sending my brain spiraling with thoughts of removing his prior partners from the planet. All because they’d had my boy, and it irked.

Unable to stop the possessive beast within, I gripped his throat, pressed my thumb under his chin, and tilted his chin back. “Never again. You. Are. Mine. Understand? For as long as we’re together, no one, and I mean no one, touches you but me. Got it?”

He gasped and nodded, and the words, “Yes, sir,” escaped with the breath he’d just sucked in.

“Good, now make yourself useful, brat. Turn around and present yourself, so I can get a look at that gorgeous ass.”

Lines appeared between his brows, but he turned, his gaze finding mine over his shoulder. I pressed the fingertips of one hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him down until he lay draped over the edge of the counter. He hissed, “Fuck, that’s cold!”

“I’ll heat it up in a moment,” I murmured. “Fuck that ass.”

“Yes, please,” he said, and I couldn’t help myself. I bent forward and bit first one cheek and then the other. Not hard, but hard enough, he gasped.

“Brats get either punished or funished. That was funished. Now, grab those big, beautiful ass cheeks and show me that hole. I wanna see my prize.”

He did as told with only a groan. His head turned so that his face pressed against the counter. If my dick didn’t feel close to exploding, I would bury my face in that ass and feast, but it would have to wait. I needed to fuck the boy. Pulling open the drawer behind me, I grabbed the lube, thankful I always kept some in the kitchen. Fuck rushing off to search for a bottle. Slowly I upended the bottle with one hand and poured the fluid into his crevice as I used the other hand to spread it around.

“Fuck! Get on with it?”

“You bitchin’? Because if you are, I can jerk off.”

“Dear God, no. Please fuck mmm…otherfucker!” he yelled as the finger I pressed against his puckered flesh popped through and slid inside him.

Leaning forward, I placed the lube bottle on the counter next to him before grabbing the condom. The foil tore easily enough between my teeth, and I rolled it on, all while opening him up. He hissed with the second and third fingers. Massive I was not, but I loved rough, dirty, nasty, kinky sex, and he needed preparation to take me. The whimpering and whining, and begging filled the space between us.

“Please, I’m ready.” Whine. “Oh, God.” Pant. “Oh God, oh God, oh God. Fuck me. Please, please fuck me.”

A drizzle of lube on my dick and a few strokes, and I pushed the tip of my cock against his hole, pressing forward so, so, so slowly. His ass sucked me in, pulling me deeper.

“F…uuuuuu…ccckk!”

I paused, teeth clenched, growling between them as I asked, “Color?”

“Green fucking green.”

I pushed in, burying myself in him until my thighs met his, and his ass cradled against my groin. “Fuck, Trey, you feel so fucking good.” I groaned, my forehead dropping to his back.

“Kiss me?”