Page 120 of Heated Rivalry 1
Ilya gently licked the spot, and Shane squirmed happily.
“Mine.” Ilya’s breath tickled Shane’s skin when he spoke the single word.
“Yours,” Shane said dreamily.
“All of this. For two weeks. Is mine.”
Forever, Shane wanted to say.Forever if you ask.
He knew it was impossible, but in that moment he would do anything to make it work. Therehadto be a solution to their problem.
But, for now, he just said, “Fuck me. Please.”
Ilya sat up, and then flipped Shane to his stomach. He laid a light kiss between Shane’s shoulder blades.
Oh god, Shane wanted this. He wanted to thrust his ass into the air and to command Ilya to hurry the fuck up, but Ilya was making a slow journey down Shane’s body, placing a soft kiss on each notch of his spine. He was in no hurry at all.
“Gorgeous,” Ilya sighed between kisses. The word, in his accent, was dark and lush. It slid over Shane’s skin, and in that moment hefeltgorgeous.
Ilya reached the base of Shane’s spine, and Shane expected him to pull away, maybe grab the lube. But instead, Ilya did something he had never done before: he kept going.
His tongue slipped into the crease of Shane’s ass as his big hands pulled his cheeks apart. Shane held his breath. He couldn’t believe Ilya was actually going to—
“Oh, god.Ilya.”
Shane felt the wet heat of Ilya’s tongue lapping at his hole and he hadneverexperienced anything like it. It was impossibly intimate. It was so bold and fearless and so...Ilya.
His tongue paused a moment, and Ilya said, “Good?”
“Fuckinggreat.”
He heard Ilya chuckle behind him, and then the lapping continued. Shane’s eyes rolled back and he groaned. How could something be so relaxing and so exciting at the same time? He was almost angry that Ilya had been holding out on him all this time. But that wouldn’t be fair; Shane appreciated this for the gift it was.
He was wild with need. His cock was rigid against the mattress, and it took all of his willpower not to start humping the bed. He didn’t want to move at all because that might make Ilya stop. And Shane wasn’t sure how much longer Ilya could keep doing this but...
Oh.
Ilya’s tongue wasinside him.
Warm and slippery and intrusive. It was somewhere it definitely wasnotsupposed to be. But it felt so, so, so, so good.
“Fuck.Fuck. Ilya...holy god. That’s amazing. Thank you. Fuck.”
Thethank youwas embarrassing, but Shane didn’t dwell on it. Just like he refused to be embarrassed by the desperate noises Ilya was drawing out of him byfucking his ass with his tongue.
Shane was going to come. The realization hit him suddenly, and, in a panic, he jerked his hips off the bed to remove any friction against his aching cock. Unfortunately, the move also caused him to smash Ilya in the face with his ass.
“Aah! What the fuck, Hollander?”
“Sorry!”
He turned to look over his shoulder, and Ilya was rubbing his jaw and scowling.
“I’m sorry!” Shane said again. “I was just... I didn’t want to come yet.”
Ilya rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched. “I guess that is a compliment.”
“It is,” Shane agreed quickly. He flipped over to his back. “That felt incredible.”
