Page 42 of Worth the Risk

“Of course.” The idea that either of them hadn’t been seemed like a far-fetched and ridiculous thing. “Haven’t you?”

Gregory kneaded Landon’s striped ass under his hands. “Not really.”

“What was your longest relationship?”

Gregory slapped him and he winced, then adjusted the angle of his arched back, making himself available for Gregory again.

“Two and a half years.” Gregory sounded sad.

“And you don’t consider that serious?” Landon scoffed.

“It wasn’t. It was…convenient.”

Gregory’s hands moved away from Landon’s marked skin up his back to his shoulders, a slow and easy massage through Landon’s muscles.

“What about you?” Gregory prompted.

“Three years,” Landon told him, thinking about his ex, Ken.

“What?” Gregory asked, his hands stilling.

“What what?”

“Your voice changed,” Gregory told him, and Landon hated how transparent he was.

“It just wasn’t a good thing. But it was years ago, and It’s fine now. I’m fine,” Landon promised. “We can talk about it later if you want to know more, but all that’s important is that it’s over, and I’m fine.”

“That’s a lot of fine.” Gregory resumed his massage of Landon’s tight shoulder muscles. Landon didn’t answer. He didn’t want to taint this moment with his past.

Gregory moved his fingers in silence, digging into the tender parts of Landon’s muscles, pouring his intent into Landon’s bones. Neither of them spoke, and Gregory worked his way down Landon’s entire body. He traced a straight line up the arch of his foot with his thumbnail and Landon did his best to not move.

“Where do we go from here?” Landon finally asked him. They couldn’t stay in this loft space forever. They’d have to find a way to face reality together after tonight.

“I’d assumed home?” Gregory laughed quietly as he pressed his nail into the center of Landon’s arch.

“Fuck.” He winced. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I take you on a date.” Gregory raised Landon’s foot to his mouth and kissed the spot he’d just poked at. “I tell you what to wear. I tell you what to order.”

Gregory kissed his way up Landon’s calf to the back of his knee where he sucked a bruise into the sensitive flesh there. Landon moaned and writhed against the sheets.

“We play at dinner.” Gregory kissed his way up Landon’s thigh, his teeth scraping across the cane marks. “You submit.”

“I’ll always submit,” Landon assured him.

Gregory flicked his tongue between the crack of Landon’s ass.

“Maybe I’ll put you in chastity.” Gregory swirled his tongue against Landon’s hole and moaned. The sound vibrated through Landon’s entire body. “Jesus, I can taste myself inside you.”

Gregory licked his way across Landon’s balls and over his taint. Landon’s cock filled underneath the weight of his body and pressed urgently at the sheets.

“Yes, please,” Landon begged, and Gregory stopped.

“I guess we’ll see how the week goes, won’t we?” Gregory laughed.

Landon bit the insides of his cheeks and smothered his cry of frustration into the pillows. Gregory laid his body out across Landon’s back, the wiry hairs of his thighs like sandpaper against the cane marks.

“I’m gonna take such good care of you, Landon,” Gregory whispered into his ear, and Landon believed it, felt it in his bones that Gregory was telling the truth. A moment of sadness washed over him when he had the realization he could have spent his entire life being taken care of by Gregory.