Page 44 of Thorn Evermore
“Please,” he whimpers. “I’m gonna explode.”
Chuckling, I rise enough to meet his eyes. “Sweetheart?”
“What?” he whimpers, still trying to rub against me.
“May I have the honor of feeling you without anything between us? I can assure you I’m no threat to your health.”
He opens his eyes fully. “You want to… without…”
“Only if you’re comfortable with it. If not, I can secure protection.”
His brow creases and his gaze is faraway for a moment. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Um, yes, we can go without it. I was tested recently. All negative.”
“Are you certain?”
He smiles. “I’ve never experienced that. Ne—” He stops abruptly. “Um, this other guy, the last guy, he would never—” He stops again and then looks annoyed. “Why can’t I finish my sentence?”
I have to fight back a little rage. Neal is such a negative part of his history that the potion won’t allow him to even speak the name.
“I think I understand. Neal wouldn’t allow it?”
“Right. He said it was…” Kyson shakes his head. “Anyway, I’d love to. I trust you.”
“Beautiful.”
I stroke my cock several times as Kyson watches me, gathering enough precum to lube him up. He watches my every movement, his body reacting dramatically the more anticipation he feels.
I’m excited too. It’s been ages since I bottomed for someone. So often my interludes are quick and dirty, and I like them that way, but not with Kyson. He deserves so much more than a quickie up against the wall in an alleyway.
Reaching back, I start to finger myself, but Kyson whimpers. “What is it, sweetheart?”
“I… I want to touch you there. Can I?”
“Of course. Give me your hand.”
With a tentative smile on his lips, he raises his arm and Iguide his hand between my legs. When his fingers find my hole, he exhales.
“Oh fuck. So soft.” He presses into me a little more. “It doesn’t hurt, right?”
“No, darling. You can’t hurt me. You can feel inside if you want to.”
He nods, pressing the tip of his finger inside me. A whoosh of breath leaves him and a relaxed smile spreads across his lips. “I can’t believe you exist.”
“Yet here I am.” I move to my knees so he can reach me better. “Go ahead and put another finger in. Fuck me with your fingers to get me ready for your amazing cock.”
“Thorn,” he whimpers.
“You can do it.”
Biting into his bottom lip, he seems to focus on his task, feeling around until he adds a second finger to the first. It’s almost unfair for him. I’m literally always ready for sex. He’ll never have it this easy with another man.
As that thought lingers, hot, unexplained rage spreads through me. The idea of another man touching Kyson is… unpleasant. I push that intrusive emotion away as best I can, but the possessive need to hoard him settles in my chest. Strange.
“I’m ready, sweetheart,” I say, refocusing on why we’re together.