Page 28 of Duke
“My boss makes us all get tested for just about everything, STD and otherwise, on a regular basis, since we’re overseas so much. I’ve got years worth of clean reports I can show you.”
“I believe you,” I said. “But still…condom?”
“Tell me why. The truth.”
I blinked at him for a moment, and then felt the truth bubbling out of me. “I don’t want to deal with the mess, for one.”
“And?”
I sighed. “And…you feel too good bare inside me.”
“So what?” I hesitated, and he reached out, grabbed me by the hips, and pulled me closer. “Tell me why that matters.”
“I don’twantto like you. I don’t want this to feel so fucking good. This whole thing, it’s…it’s nuts.” I resisted his efforts to pull me closer yet. “Yeah, I may do one night stands, but I’m usually tipsy enough to not care. I don’t do…this, not sober. I don’t—everything we’ve done, it’s crazy, and it’s not me. You’re breaking all my rules, and letting you fuck me bare…that’s too far.”
He eyed me for a long moment. I was standing between his thighs, his cock standing flat against his belly, my hands on his knees. I was seconds from betraying myself, from saying fuck it and climbing on him, sliding that fantastic, talented cock of his inside me and fucking him until we both came.
I even had images of that dancing in my head, his hands on my hips lifting me, pulling me down on him, his bare cock sheathing into my core, my tits bouncing, hair flying.
He nodded, breaking my mental fantasy. “I can respect that.” He stood up, pushed past me. “Then I guess we wait.”
I blinked, stunned. “Wait…what?” I turned and watched him disappear into the gun room and return with his shorts in hand. “That’s a deal breaker for you? Are you for real?”
He stepped into his shorts, his massive erection making it difficult for him to zip and button. “No, it’s not a deal-breaker, I just don’t keep condoms here.”
I frowned. “You…you don’t?”
He shook his head. “Nope. This is a stash spot and safe house. I’ve never brought anyone here. Not even my boss knows this place exists.” His gaze met mine. “So, no condom, no sex. I get it, and I respect it.”
“But, I—”
He moved to stand in front of me. “Unless you’re changing your mind?”
I wavered, and then mentally cursed myself for being stupid. “No.” I forced the word out. “No, I’m not changing my mind.”
“Then we’ll wait.” He cupped the back of my neck, pulled me close; he was still hard as a rock inside his shorts. “When we finally do get to fuck…it’s gonna be intense, Fancy. You better believe that.”
“Isn’t that uncomfortable?” I glanced down at his erection, tenting his shorts.
“Yep. But it’ll go away eventually.” He ground himself against me. “Unless you’re volunteering to help me out?”
I shouldn’t. I’d get carried away. But I knew what frustration felt like, what it felt like to be aroused and horny and have no way of alleviating it.
His erection looked painful.
And he had given me not one but two orgasms in a row, which was more than any man had given me in one day…well…ever, probably.
“You’re not saying no.” He sounded bemused. “Means you’re considering it.”
“Would you stop me?”
He snorted. “Hell no. Princess, if you want to help me out with this monster hard-on, I sure as fuck ain’t gonna stop you. I won’t ask you to, but I won’t stop you either.”
“It would only be fair. You did make me come twice.”
He laughed. “Babe, ain’t no such thing as fair in this life. I don’t give a shit about fair.” He lost all trace of humor then. “I don’t keep track, and I don’t do things to be fair or equal. We get a hold of some condoms, Fancy, honey, I plan on fucking you into a stupor. I plan on making you come so many times you’ll lose count, and I won’t expect you to do shit in return. That’s not what sex is about. It’s not about things being fair, or who gets off first, or most, or hardest. It’s about making each other feel good. That’s how this works, for me. So don’t make this about shit being fair or whatever.”
“I just—”