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THE JOY OF DICK
ASHER
I’m stalling. And I’m not sure why.
Maybe it’s because Flip would kill me if he knew I’d deflowered his fiancée’s brother’s ass.
Maybe it’s because I’ve never been anyone’s first time.
Maybe—and this is not my favorite theory—maybe I’m not sure I really deserve the way Mark is looking at me. Like I’m a superhero. I’m basically Iron Man right now. Just ask my dick.
Mark weaves his fingers into my hair and tugs. “St. James,” he says against my mouth. He kisses me so hard that I think that’s the end of the sentence. But then he adds, “Fuck me now. Pound me right into the bed.”
In answer, I let out a horny groan and hump his thigh. Because I’m eloquent like that.
“You’re wasting time,” he whispers. “And it’s not like we have lots of it.”
Of course he’s right. This perfect moment won’t last. They never do. I untangle myself from Mark and reach for the condoms. “You’re sure about this?”
“Deathly.”
I get busy suiting up. And when I turn back to the bed, kneeling between Mark’s thighs, he tucks his hands behind his head, lifts his chin, and gives me a look that sayswhat are you waiting for?
God, Mark Banks could break me. He knows what he wants, which is sexy as hell. And he’s not afraid to ask for it.
He isn’t the boring man I mistook him for a few months ago.
Hell, he’s not who I thought he was yesterday morning when we got on that plane to Florida.
He’s so much more, and if he floored me in all the best ways yesterday, that’s nothing compared to how he’s affecting me now.
I’m utterly stunned to discover who he is and what he wants.
It’s a big fucking deal to be someone’s first.
That’s why I was stalling. For him, but truly, for me.
Iwant to give him something he’s never felt before. The most intense pleasure ever. I want to make this so out-of-this-world for him that he never regrets the night I walked into his room when he was watching that show.
And hell yes, I can fucking do that.
Iron Man didn’t shirk away from his mission. I won’t lose sight of mine?making this moment worth it for him.
In every single way.
Including one really fucking important way.
Words.
“Just tell me if it hurts. Tell me if you want to stop,” I say, since that’s the stark reality of sex. Not everyone likes it every way.
“I will, but . . .” His blue irises flames at me as he reaches for the lube, squirts some on his hand, and then coats my covered cock. “. . . I can’t do that till you’re in me. So just get in me,” he rasps out. “Or do I have to beg?”
My entire body shudders, a wave of pleasure jolting through me. I can’t remember the last time I ever felt this . . . restless about sex.
But that’s the wrong word entirely.
