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While we’d been standing thereon the porch mutually captivated, I’d figured out what it was that had all my nerve endings singing and flushing my brain with those feel-good, crazy-making chemicals. It was having him under my command. Having him respond so viscerally to my touch. It was similar to when we wrote songs together, an effortless call and response between us. And I wanted to give the same to him.
We got to his bedroom and shed our clothes in seconds, then stood there staring at each other while I tried to figure out how to get from point A to B, because I could tell Les was still intent on letting me lead. He spoke softly as he stepped closer and ran a hand down my shoulder. “You can fuck me again. I’ll bottom for you, I don’t care.” He caressed my forearm, then took my hand in his, twining his fingers with mine. “Shit, I want you so fucking bad, I’ll take you however you’ll let me.”
The note of plea in his voice wrecked me. I shook my head. I wanted to feel his power, wanted him to talk to me the way I’d witnessed him do with others, wanted to feel possessed by him, marked by him. Fuck my own fears about what came after.
I took a shaky breath and said, “I want you inside me. You asked me what I wanted. This is it.”
His fingers tightened on mine, but he didn’t move as his gaze searched my face, I thought, for any evidence that I hadn’t meant what I’d said. But he’d find none. I wanted this.
After a moment, he released my hand. “Lie down.” His voice was a low-timbred purr that rode the surface of my skin like a shock wave and turned into a shiver at my shoulders. I turned and lay facedown on the bed, and Les crawled on behind me, sitting on my calves, his hands spanning low across my back. “I’m gonna make this good for you, I promise.”
“Don’t baby me.” My voice came out muffled by the comforter, and I turned my head, craning a look back at him, the dark swathe of his hair shadowing his face, the full lips and tensile strength of his hands gripping me. “I don’t want to be babied. Fuck me the way you fuck everyone else.”
I caught his smoldering gaze flickering over me a second before I lowered my head to the bed again.
“I can’t, Ev,” he said softly, “You’re not everyone else.”
The mattress shook as he got up. Hearing the click of a cap, I tensed instinctively, but then his hands glided over my hamstrings, over my ass, and up my back in long, lingering strokes that dug into muscle and relaxed me. I thought it’d be lube on his hands, but it was some kind of oil, silky and soft.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, sounding so reverent that my breath caught in my throat, and the joke I’d been about to make died there. When his fingers slid between my cheeks, I tensed up again. His chuckle poured over me as warm as the oil he was slicking me with, and he palmed my ass with both hands, kneading and squeezing until I blissed out again. His touch was so damn good, so firm and confident and attentive, like he was reading every twitch and movement of my body and responding accordingly, tuning himself to me. His thumbs spread me wider and finally brushed over my hole in slow successive strokes that had me soaring.
“Oh fuck.” I gasped as the very tip of his thumb pressed inside me.
“Yeah. Just wait. Fuck, I can’t believe I get to…”
Les trailed off, draping over me, the head of his cock sliding back and forth in the seam of my ass, pressing me into the mattress as we both groaned.
“Turn over,” he demanded.
“Why?”
“Because I’m a greedy asshole and I’m going to make you look at me while I fuck you through this mattress.”
Fuck if that didn’t make my balls tighten up. I rolled onto my back, and he pulled my legs atop his, spreading me. I’d have felt far too exposed and embarrassed if it wasn’t for the wolfish way he watched me as he wedged himself between my bent knees. He took my cock in his hand again and stroked it, arousal coursing through me like a faucet turned full blast. With his other hand, he worked my hole, plying the muscle patiently but firmly. I clenched reactively and gritted my teeth as he slid the tip of his finger inside.
Les gave me a lopsided smile. “You’re gonna have to relax, or you’ll break my dick off.”
“Trying,” I ground out.Relax. I remembered the word, right?
He withdrew his finger until I let out a slow exhale, then eased it slowly back inside. This time I made a concerted effort not to tense up and was rewarded with a burn that diminished and became pure warmth. His expression was fierce and determined, lips pulled in, a discerning slant to his brow like he was still reading my every expression. “So fucking tight and warm. Can’t wait to feel you around me.” That helped. He pushed deeper, then added a second finger, glancing at my face as I winced through the sting. “It’ll ease up. Just wait.”
I gave him a short nod. His fingers glided lazily in and out of me, then he twisted his wrist and something happened. Something good. Something that flared inside me like a lightbulb flickering before blazing to life. A slow, delicious, pleasurable tingle that had me arching off the bed in pursuit of more. “Holy shit.”
“Mmm. Found it.”
“Shit, what are you doing?” I panted. Then, when he hesitated: “Don’t stop!”
Les braced himself on one hand, scooting back, then bending over and licking a wet stripe up my cock, kissing over my stomach, my pecs, my throat, all the way to my mouth, which he claimed in a slow kiss. His fingers pushed against me, twisted and caressed that white-hot spot inside me until I felt like I was melting. He rumbled against my mouth. “You like my fingers in you? Like them fucking you, stretching you, getting you ready for my dick?”
I groaned.This. Yes.Thiswas what I wanted. Pure, unadulterated, filthy Les.
“Fuck. Yes,” I rasped out, and he sucked at my tongue, grinding his dick against my hip, then slid down my body, all the way to the floor, pulling me to him. He spread me again, and when his tongue flicked against my hole, I bowed upward, only to have his hand clamp down on my abs and force me back down.
“I know what you need.” That voice that ran over and under mine onstage, chasing my high notes with mellow lows, my low notes with fever-pitch highs. I believed him in that moment. He knew exactly what I needed, and I groaned at the promise of fulfillment.
“Uncharted territory for you, I guess?”
I grunted an affirmative, and he kept rimming me, licking me, using his fingers and mouth on my ass and my cock until I could hardly see straight. My muscles shivered like a bowl of Jell-O on a rickety table, and my entire body physically ached with the strength of my desire.