Page 50 of Twisted Trails (Rogue Riders Duet #2)

“ Luc-fucking-Delacroix shy for me?” I huff a soft laugh before pecking his lips once. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”

My hands slide under his thighs, lifting them so I can settle fully between his legs. I grab the hem of his shirt between my teeth and start crawling up his body.

The fabric bunches as I go, baring inch after inch of flushed skin until his chest is exposed, heaving under me.

We’re eye to eye now, nose to nose. His cock is pinned between us, straining, and I shift my hips just enough to grind down on it. His answering groan makes my cock twitch as I let the shirt fall from my teeth and kiss him, then pull back just enough to speak.

“Have you played with your toy yet?” I murmur, my hand wrapping around his pretty cock.

He jolts , hips twitching, thighs going tight under my palm.

Truth is, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

That damn pink dildo.

He’s open to trying something new, to get his body used to it, for me .

It’s the hottest-fucking-thing.

Luc’s face turns just as pink as the said dildo immediately. His lips part on an exhale, then he mumbles, “No, but I was about to. Now, actually.”

My eyebrows lift as I watch him reach over to the nightstand and grab the toy and a bottle of lube, like this was always the plan for the night.

He glances at me, eyes a little wide, voice uncertain. “I wanted to try it alone, but now you’re here, so…”

I kiss the sharp line of his jaw. “I can leave if you want,” I murmur against it, even though I don’t mean a goddamn word of it.

Luc huffs. “No. You can be here if you want.”

“I want to,” I tell him, and fuck, I do .

“Can you help me with it? You know I’m new to all of this.”

Fuck, my heart.

“Yeah, I’ll help.” My hand works him slowly, and I feel every twitch and shiver.

“You’re just gonna do that ?” Luc pants after a while, hips jerking into my palm.

I lean close, just enough for him to feel my breath against his cheek and smirk. “If I remember correctly, you said you didn’t buy the toy to use it with me .”

He opens his mouth to say something, but whatever it is dies the second I stroke him again, harder this time. His breath catches in his throat as he buries his face in my neck and clings to my shoulders.

Fuck, I love this.

I love him like this.

I stop my movement, and he whimpers softly.

Fucking whimpers. My cock twitches at the sound, and yeah, I should just stay back and watch, but since he’s brave enough to try this, I need him prepped right—safe, stretched, taken care of—so I reach for the lube.

The bottle clicks open, loud in the quiet between us, and I hear his breath hitch again.

I coat him, his cock, balls, everything, and let it drip and slide lower.

He gasps when the cold hits his skin, and I wrap my hand around him again, working him over.

My other hand slides lower, fingers coaxing the tight ring of muscle there.

He’s tense and trembling a little, nervous for sure, but he doesn’t pull away.

“You sure you want me to help?”

“Yes, don’t stop, Mase.”

“Okay, relax for me, baby, you’re safe. I’ve got you.”

He tries. I can feel it. His whole body shivers with effort, but he exhales slowly and lets me in—just the tip of one finger at first but enough to breach him.

He jolts, more in surprise than in pain, probably. His breath stutters in my ear, and I press my mouth to his neck, kissing the spot where it meets his shoulder.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I breathe out, keeping my rhythm on his cock, not letting him drift too far into discomfort. “Tell me how it feels. ”

“It…” He swallows. “It hurts a little, but it also feels good.”

Fuck.

I kiss his jaw. “Good boy. Let’s see how much we can loosen you up for the toy.”

I push deeper, easing the finger in slowly, giving him time to adjust. He clenches, then softens, and I never let go of his cock, always grounding him with that touch.

After a long while of teasing strokes, one finger becomes two, and the stretch burns. I feel it in the way his breath catches again and in the tremble of his thighs, but he takes it, hips rolling like he wants more, and goddamn, now I’m the one leaking.

My cock is so fucking hard it hurts. He’s so soft and warm, and I have to bite my lower lip at the feeling. Visions of my cock sliding into him, sinking deep, have me groaning.

“Jesus.” I scissor my fingers gently, working him open inch by inch. “You feel insane around me.”

I grit my teeth. Every flex of him around my fingers is a test of willpower. My whole body is wound tight, hips straining not to rut into the sheets like a goddamn teenager.

He moans into my neck, and I turn my head to kiss him, claiming his mouth. He melts into it, pliant and desperate, tasting like trust, want, and him .

“You’re ready,” I whisper, pulling back just enough to drag my thumb over the head of his cock. “Now you can play with your toy.”

My fingers twitch with the urge to just flip him over and sink into him now, chase that heat until I break, but I won’t, not until he asks.

“You sure?” Luc’s voice is barely a whisper. His eyes flick to the toy on the bed like it might bite.

“It’ll be fine. I loosened you up. You won’t hurt yourself. ”

He swallows hard, shifting on the bed. “That’s not what I’m worried about.”

His shoulders are tight, and there’s a wariness in his eyes that I guess has more to do with letting someone see him like this than with the toy, so I climb behind him and pull him between my legs, tugging him back into my chest. He melts into me instantly, like he was waiting for me to hold him together.

I reach for the toy, slide it into his hand, and help curl his fingers around it.

It’s heavier than it looks.

“Don’t worry too much.” I grab the lube and slick the dildo with slow strokes that coat the length, my palm gliding up and down like I’m fapping it.

“You can always stop, you’re the one in control.

” Luc twitches against my thigh, hard and needy, and I can’t help the quiet laugh that slips out. “Try it, baby. Try your toy.”

He hesitates at first, then I feel him shift as his hand moves, angling the dildo down and back, but then he freezes. His body goes stiff, his muscles clenching tight.

“I don’t think I can do it,” Luc murmurs, frustration thick in his voice. “It doesn’t feel like what you just did. It feels off.”

I press a kiss to the side of his neck. “You don’t have to do this, but if you want to, you have to relax again. You’re too tense.”

He tries. I feel his breath go long and slow, but it’s not enough. His whole body is braced, and I know that feeling too well, trying to force your way past fear instead of letting it melt.

So I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock again. “Let me help you relax a little.”

The second I touch him, soft gasps spill from his lips. My grip is firm as I stroke him, building the tension back up in the right way, heat instead of fear, want instead of worry, and little by little, I feel him ease.

The toy slides deeper. Not all the way, but enough that he gasps again, his body going still when the pressure hits something unexpected.

I hold him tighter, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You okay?”

Luc nods, but it’s shaky. His breath stutters as he asks, “Can you… can you do it for me? Push it in?”

“I’m just here to help. That was the deal.”

He said he wanted to try this himself. Letting me be here at all is already huge, and the last thing I want is to push him faster than he’s ready for.

“Please?” he asks again, his voice softer this time when he pulls the toy free. “It’s not feeling right.”

Ah shit.

Luc-fucking-Delacroix pleading will be the end of me.

“No.” I bite his neck softly. “When you want that toy in your ass, you gotta put it in yourself. Maybe use some more lube.”

He groans, dramatic as hell, and fumbles for the bottle. I hear a cap pop, then— squelch . Way too much.

“Christ, Luc?—”

“It slipped!” He insists, staring at the mess on his palm like I’m the unreasonable one. “My sheets are going to drown.”

I shake my head, trying not to laugh. “That’s not how drowning works.”

“Tell that to my mattress.” He tries to push in the dildo again, then scowls when the toy shoots right back out with a loud pop. “ Putain ! Even silicone rejects me.”

I snort, stroking him slowly while he glares at the ceiling. “Or maybe, you’re just impatient.”

“Impatient? How dare you. This is tragic. ”

“Mm. Tragic, sure.”

He groans under his breath, frustrated, and I feel the tremble roll through him, but I don’t let up. I just keep stroking him and feel every hitch in his breath and twitch of his thighs as he starts pushing the toy in again. When he stops moving, I stop, too, making him huff.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I stop when you stop.”

He tries again, breath catching, and I match him, stroking him in rhythm with each push. It turns into this slow game between us, one I wasn’t planning but can’t look away from.

It’s so fucking hot , watching him flushed and panting, cock leaking, every muscle in his body tight with effort, pleasure, anticipation. He groans, pushes deeper, and I know I shouldn’t tease him right now, but fuck, I want to play a little, and he’s starting to like it .

I feel the shift in him and the way his moans change, his body chasing it now. He’s close, right on the edge.

So I lift my hand off him and let it fall back to the sheets.

“What now?” he whines.

“Making you finish would be more than helping.”

“I don’t want to do this alone,” he mutters, lets the toy slip out, and shifts to face me. His cheeks are flushed, his lips parted, and the way he looks at me.

Fuck.

“Why can’t you put a dildo in my damn ass?” He pouts, making me smile. “ Merde , why are you smiling?”

“Because you’re hot as fuck,” I say, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

His cheeks get even redder. “But you said no.”

“I was fucking with you, Luc.” I push some stray hair from his eyes. “That’s our thing. ”

“That’s not nice.”