Page 37 of The Reality of Wanting Him (Love Without Labels #1)

Blake bites his lip and looks at me through his lashes, eyes dark with lust. He leans in and whispers in my ear, “I want you to fuck me.” Then he shakes his head and adds, “And I don’t want you to hold back because you’re worried that it’s my first time.

I want you to own me. Ruin me. I want to feel you everywhere.

Whatever you want L, I want it too. Make me yours. ”

Jesus. This man. Heat surges through me and every single part of me is screaming to give him what he wants. To take him apart piece by piece and put him back together so he never forgets he’s mine.

I step back just enough to pull his shirt over his head before doing the same to mine.

Then I slam my mouth to his in a sloppy, claiming kiss, and feel his fingers dig into my back.

I reach behind me and grab his wrists before pinning them against the wall.

“You are mine,” I practically growl, unable to control myself with what he’s offering me.

“You’re sure, baby? You really want me to ruin you?

You want me to stretch out your virgin hole and fuck you so hard that you feel me for days?

” I ask as I trail bites down his jaw and throat.

I’m trying to focus, but I’m struggling. I’ve thought about this, about fucking him. A lot .

I've loved every moment that Blake and I have spent exploring each other's body and making each other come. And as amazing as his hand and mouth are, I haven't been able to stop myself from imagining what it would be like to fuck him. I love the idea of stretching him open slowly, making him take me inch by inch, teasing him until he’s shaking and desperate to come. I’ve imagined him on all fours, on his back, up against the wall, bent over—every way I could possibly have him begging for more.

But no matter how many times I’ve pictured it, nothing could prepare me for hearing him beg for it. For feeling his body tremble against mine as he whimpers, “Yes. Please .”

“Get on the bed,” I demand, voice rough with need.

Blake doesn’t hesitate as he scrambles back onto the mattress like he’s been waiting for this all night too, and maybe he has. His lips are parted and his chest is heaving, already struggling to catch his breath even though I’ve barely touched him.

I strip out of my pants then crawl up his body, taking my time, letting my weight press him down into the mattress.

My fingers trail lower over his stomach, teasing just enough to make him squirm before I grip the button of his jeans and pop it open.

I slide the zipper down slowly, watching the way his chest rises and falls with uneven breaths.

I peel off his jeans and underwear in one go, admiring how he’s completely spread out and mine beneath me.

I take a second to admire him and how fucking sexy he is.

How pretty. His tan skin and defined muscles that he’s obviously worked hard for, his normally perfectly styled blond hair, already disheveled.

His thick cock is swollen, the tip red and leaking before we’ve really even begun, and the proof of how much he wants this, how much he wants me is such a rush.

I run my hands down his thighs to his knees and back up again, delighting in how responsive he is to my touch, each tense or twitch of his muscles feeding the addictive high of knowing Blake has asked me to take control.

“You look so fucking good like this,” I whisper, leaning forward to press a slow kiss to his hip bone. “Been thinking about you in my bed all damn day.”

“Then stop thinking about it and touch me already,” he taunts, but the waver in his voice gives away just how badly he needs me. He lets out a breathy laugh at the glare I aim his way, but it dies in his throat when I grip his cock, giving way to a desperate moan instead.

“You don't get to rush me. I feel like I’ve waited so long for this moment, and I’m going to take my time with you.”

I lean in, licking up his shaft, tasting the precum already gathered at the tip.

His hips jerk up automatically, but I press him down, keeping him right where I want him.

I wrap my lips around the head, sucking just enough to make him whimper.

His thighs tense beneath my hands, and I can feel the way he’s fighting the urge to thrust again.

I love knowing I have him like this—so desperate, so needy, so completely at my mercy.

I bob my head down, taking him to the back of my throat and the way he moans sends a jolt of lust straight to my own leaking cock.

I want him to know that I’m in control. That he can trust me to give him exactly what he needs, but only when I decide to .

I drag my tongue along the underside of his head, swirling it around the tip, watching as his cock twitches, leaking even more for me.

“Fuck, Liam,” he groans, dragging his hands through my hair, gripping like he can’t decide if he wants to push me back down or pull me up for a kiss. I let my teeth graze the sensitive skin just to hear him gasp before I kiss my way back up his body, hovering over him again.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand, wanting to hear him say it again .

Blake is writhing beneath me, trying to push his hips up into mine, seeking friction. “You already know,” he whines.

I grip his jaw, tilting his face so he has no choice but to look me in the eyes. “Tell me. Again.”

Blake licks his lips, breathing uneven. “I want you to fuck me.”

I groan at the words, my dick throbbing at the thought as I drag my cock against his and he moans again. “You sure?”

“Yes, I’m fucking sure. I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life. Please. You know I’m not above begging. Is that what you want? I’ll beg. Please, Liam, please fuck me. I?—”

I kiss him hard, swallowing whatever else he was going to say.

As hot as his desperation is, I can’t hold back any longer.

I reach for the lube and a condom in my bedside table, refusing to break apart from his mouth.

Then I lift his hips off the bed and shove a pillow under his lower back, propping his ass up.

I direct him to bend and hold his legs up to give me easier access to his hole.

I slick my fingers before pressing one against his entrance, circling gently.

His breath catches and he starts whimpering against the barely there sensation.

“Needy little thing,” I tease as I stop circling him just long enough to squeeze the globe of his perfect ass, watching as he shivers, before pressing my finger back to his hole. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

He nods frantically as I push in slowly with my lubed finger.

I know I’m going to take my time with him despite his protests.

The last thing I want to do is make Blake’s first time anything less than perfect.

The soft, warm, vise-like grip he has on my finger has my cock twitching in anticipation.

I can only imagine how good his ass will feel squeezing my dick.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan as I work to stretch him with my finger.

Blake moans, squirming, shifting his hips trying to take me even deeper. “Oh, fuck?— ”

“You like that?” I ask as I move my finger in and out slowly.

“Yes,” he whimpers, pushing back against me.

I add more lube before bringing a second finger to his entrance, and he adjusts easily as I instruct him to bear down as I push inside of him.

“So good for me,” I murmur, leaning down to press a kiss above his collarbone as I work to stretch him out.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, B. Ready for more? ”

“Yes,” Blake breathes impatiently as he rocks his hips, fucking himself on my fingers. I love seeing how desperate he is, and I want him completely addicted to this feeling, so I give Blake what I know he needs. I crook my finger searching for that spot inside of him until his whole body jolts.

“There,” he gasps with a cry. “Holy fuck, right there!”

I smirk, adding a third finger and working to stretch him even more before rubbing over his prostate again, watching as his blissed-out expression becomes even more dazed and he comes undone beneath me. “Think you can take my dick yet?”

Blake nods enthusiastically. “Yes. Yes, I want you so badly. Want your cock inside me.”

I groan, lust pooling low in my gut as my own need spikes in response to how eager he is and how desperate he looks underneath me.

I remove my fingers slowly and watch as his body shudders at the loss.

Leaning down, I kiss him again, pouring everything I feel into the way our mouths move together.

Hoping the way my tongue explores his mouth expresses what I don’t have time to say with words, that each nip of his soft swollen lips reminds him just what he means to me.

I want him to know how happy I am that we found each other, how much I’ve come to need him.

I want him to feel cared for and appreciated because that’s what he deserves, and I know this is a big moment for him, for us.

Eventually, I break the kiss and pull back just enough to look at him to make sure he’s hearing me clearly. “If you don’t like this, I’ll stop. I promise. Just tell me. ”

“I want this,” he reassures me, longing shining in his eyes. A part of me still can’t believe that he’s really so all in, but there’s no hesitation or concern written in his features as he smiles up at me. “I need you, Liam.”

I grab the condom, open the wrapper and roll it on before reaching for the bottle of lube again.

I squirt more into my hand and cover my straining cock, stroking my shaft as he watches with wide eyes.

I spread the excess on his already prepped hole before lining myself up at his entrance. “Relax for me, baby. Deep breaths.”