Page 67 of The Secret
“I know you get off on plans,” he said as I stroked him gently. “So let me explain what’s gonna happen now. Ready?”
I raised one eyebrow and looked down at my cock, which was literally throbbing in time with my pulse. “If I were any more ready…”
“You’re going to turn over for me. You’re going to get on your hands and knees.”
I swallowed. “I can do that.”
“Don’t interrupt,” he said, and I shut my mouth obediently, because this confident, bossy version of Constantine was a fucking revelation. “I’m going to get you ready, and I’m going to recite some state capitals in my head while I do, becauseholy fucking hell,Micah, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
I laughed, turned on and charmed and amused all at the same time. “You’re cute.”
His eyes found mine. He grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his dick. He looked a little overwhelmed, a little bewildered, completely consumed with desire, and one hundred percent sincere. “The. hottest. thing. I’ve. ever. seen.”
Jesus. When he said it like that, it was hard not to believe him.
“And then, I’m going to fuck you, and it’s going to be glorious.”
“Yeah, it will.”
“But you’re not going to come,” he continued, and my eyes narrowed.
“Yeah? Good luck with that.” I thought back to that guy—Jesus, I couldn’t think of his name, I couldn’t even remember his face—who’d wanted to tie me up all those months ago and nearly laughed.
“You’re not going to come,” he repeated. He guided my hand to my cock, and with his fist over mine, stroked up and down. My eyes slid shut again and my breathing stuttered. “Because when I’m done, I’m going to turn you over and take you in my mouth, and you’re going to come down my throat. Okay?”
Was that an actual question? “Fuck yes.”
Con bent close to my ear. “I do appreciate a cooperative employee,” he purred, nuzzling his nose into my neck.
“Payback will be a bitch, Constantine.”
He pulled back and grinned sharply. “I’m counting on it. Now, turn over.”
“So I guess we’re going with hard and fast,” I said as I turned and arranged myself on my hands and knees, as instructed. “Supplies in the right-hand drawer, by the way.” I nodded toward the nightstand.
“You sound so disappointed,” Con said as he threw a foil packet and a bottle of lube next to my knee. He climbed onto the bed behind me and ran a hand up my back, caressing the skin between my shoulder blades. “I can slow things down.”
“Con—”
His fingers brushed over my hole and I broke off with a curse. He drizzled a stream of lube over my ass that made me shudder and fist the sheets in my hands. If just that light touch was driving me crazy, the actual prep was going to…
“Fuck,” I bit out as his finger slid inside and I took a breath as I struggled to accommodate the intrusion.
“Micah,” he moaned, leaning down to bite my cheek. “You’re so damn tight.”
“Years,” I reminded him, as he moved his finger in and out.
“I know,” he said softly, and I could tell he was really pleased to be the exception to the rule.
He prepped me slowly, carefully, and that care was, in a weird way, every bit as hot as the action. Every once in a while, his cock brushed against my ass and he moaned, letting me know he found it every bit as hot as I did.
By the time he’d added a second finger, then a third, he was rocking against my ass regularly, leaving damp trails on my skin, and I was ready to explode. “Constantine.Now. Please.”
He grabbed for the condom and I grabbed for a pillow, dragging it up and burying my frustrated moan in it. “Now. Fuckinghurry.”
Constantine's lubed cock ran against the seam of my ass and his fingers dug into my hips with bruising strength, holding me in place and reminding me that I was not running the show right now.
“I’m enjoying the view,” Con said softly. He trailed his fingers down my back like he had earlier, and it was fuckingtorture.Did he want me to beg?Would I?
