Page 15 of The Himbo and the Lord

But then the door opens and he’s there.

Shirtless.

Gorgeous.

Delicious.

He looks weird in cut-off sweatpants, like they’re not dressy enough to grace him, but there’s still a calm, comfortable air about him that pulls me in wordlessly.

I grab his cheeks and walk him back the second my lips touch his. I kick the door closed, and when he opens for me and gives me entrance to stroke his tongue with mine, I trail my hands down his neck, over his shoulders, and to his back.

His soft skin is addicting; his low groan drives me insane.

With my instincts screaming at me, I pull back and fall to my knees. I take his sweatpants down with me, and find that he’s not wearing any underwear.

Jackpot.

His cock, hard and ready, springs up, and I catch it with my mouth before I even bother to circle it with my hand.

“Nate,” he moans when I swallow him to the back of my throat. I don’t bother pulling back, or slowing down.

I want more.

More groans, moans, and rattling breaths.

I want him to spill in my mouth and shout my fucking name while he’s lost in pleasure.

But he has other plans.

“Nate, I’m gonna come,” he groans, like that’s not what this whole thing is about. I look up and hope he sees the question in my eyes because I’m not willing to stop sucking him off like it’s my job to ask out loud. “I want you to fuck me,” he moans. The desperation and need in those six little words does make me pull back.

“Get on the bed,” I tell him, voice gravelly. “All fours.”

It’s not a request, and thankfully he doesn’t seem to mind, but follows the instructions without waiting another second.

I get a good look at his ass for the first time as he perches himself on the mattress, and I unbuckle my belt and undo my pants as I walk over, slower than he did.

“That’s a pretty ass, my lord,” I murmur teasingly. As soon as I’m completely naked I palm both cheeks and spread them just a little. “Fuck, so juicy.”

He snorts and lets his head hang forward.

“Lube and condoms,” is all he says, and points at the nightstand.

I walk over and back quickly, and when I’m behind him, I push the back of his legs.

“On your belly, Ru. You’ll be back on your knees after I’ve prepped you.”

“Fuck,” he moans. I guess he likes it when I tell him what to do. That’s good to know. For now, I lie down between his stretched legs and go right in, licking his pucker delicately. His moans are louder as I work him open bit by bit. I get a couple of loud groans when I push in one finger, then two, but it’s when I thrust three fingers in that he becomes truly desperate.

He rises to his knees just enough to tilt his hips, then he pushes back. I watch transfixed as he fucks himself on my fingers, and when I snap out of it, I get his desperation. I share it.

I scramble to get a condom from the brand new box, and manage to get it open and sheath my dick with only one hand, since I really don’t want to stop looking at how well he’s taking my fingers.

“More,” he mutters, right before I pull my hand back.

“Yes, my lord,” I tell him, trying to tease but it comes out darker—honest.

That’s new.

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