Page 34 of Heated Rivalry 1
“Ass fucking?”
Shane rolled his eyes. “You sweet talk all your sex partners like this?”
“I’m very charming.” He took the bottle from Shane and inspected it.
“I have condoms too,” Shane said. He pulled a strip of them out of the drawer.
Rozanov raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure that will be enough?”
“All right, look...”
Rozanov grinned that sexy goddamned lopsided grin and Shane laughed too. He watched as Rozanov poured a good amount of lube on his fingers, then wrapped those fingers around Shane’s cock.
“Oof,” Shane huffed. “It’s cold! You coulda warmed it up a bit!”
“Shhh. Relax.”
Shane had something smart to say back to him, but it dissolved on his tongue as Rozanov rubbed his thumb over Shane’s slit.
They both watched as Rozanov teased the slit until he drew out a bead of liquid. He smeared it over the head of Shane’s cock, and Shane’s fingers grabbed at the bedding.
With his other hand, Rozanov gently rolled and tugged at Shane’s balls. He was so confident, but so careful. The combination was making Shane throb with need.
“Please,” he whispered.
“Please what?” Rozanov asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t know,” Shane answered honestly.
“Please touch you...here?” Rozanov asked, his fingers trailing below Shane’s balls and over the smooth skin that led to...
“Yes,” Shane said. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back on the pillow.
“Do you know how this works, Hollander?”
Not really. “Yeah. Sure.” He opened one eye. “You’ve done this before?”
“Yes.”
“With...the coach’s son?”
Rozanov shrugged. “Sure. He was one.”
“Oh.”
“Girls too, Hollander. You have not done this with a girl?”
Shane had never really wanted to do anything with a girl that was complicated. Or that would...make things take longer.
“No,” he said.
Rozanov stilled both of his hands. “You have had sex before, yes?” he asked.
“Yes! God!”
“Okay.” Rozanov went back to stroking Shane’s cock and dancing his fingers closer to Shane’s opening.
“You really think I haven’t?” Shane was outraged.
