Page 71 of Unruly
His eyes soften and somehow heat at the same time. “I sure as fuck do.”
As I study his face, my thoughts swirl until they settle with an unexpected confidence. I have this one shot to experience pleasure with a gorgeous man. I’d be a fool not to take it.
“Okay.”
A sweet smile plays on his lips. “Okay what?”
“Take me to bed, Borja. Show me what I’m missing.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice, handsome.”
Borja takes my hand, helping me stand on my shaky legs, and walks me down the hall to his bedroom. When I woke up this morning, it felt far too good to be in a soft bed with a warm body next to me. I couldn’t allow myself the indulgence, knowing it’s short-lived, but look at me, embracing the moment. Is this spontaneity?
In the bedroom, Borja releases my hand, grinning at me as he tugs his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. I follow suit, slowly undressing while keeping my eyes locked on him.
“I’m gonna do stuff,” he says. “You tell me if you like it or don’t and I’ll adjust. Cool?”
“Yes.”
He flicks the button of his jeans open, and I watch wide-eyed while he slides them down his thick thighs. His cock strains against his underwear, and when he tugs them down, my breath catches.
“Gods.”
“You like?” He strokes himself, clearly aware of the answer. “It’s all yours.”
Nodding, I remove my slacks too. “I’m nervous,” I admit.
“I know, babe. I got you.”
He approaches me slowly, and when he reaches me, he very sweetly cups my face and draws me in for a sizzling kiss. I practically melt in his arms, relieved that he’s taking control of the situation.
“Lay down,” Borja whispers. “Trust me.”
I nod, sitting on the bed and backing up to the middle before lying back.
“Quick question. Do we need condoms?”
“We’re immortal, Borja. We can’t be harmed or cause harm to others.”
“Fuck yeah.” He opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a bottle I recognize from last night. “I’ve never fucked bare before. Something new for both of us.”
Nodding, I remind myself to breathe. I want this, but I’m absolutely terrified of being horrible at it. I hope Borja is as patient and understanding as he seems.
He climbs on top of me, pressing his weight against my body, his hard cock brushing my hip. “You are stunning, Farns. Absolutely stunning.” Hovering above me now, he lightly scratches the hair growing on my cheeks and chin. “And you look so hot like this.”
“Thank you. You are… unreal. A dream, or a fantasy perhaps. Beyond that, actually. I don’t think I could have conjured you on my own.”
“I’m real, babe. This is really happening.”
“If I’m terrible just?—”
“Stop. You won’t be terrible. It isn’t hard, I promise, and all I want out of this is for both of us to have a good time. That’s all. No pressure.”
“Okay. No pressure.”
Borja slides his hand down my chest and reaches between my legs, stroking my cock. His touch is like fire, but in the most pleasant way possible.
“Touch me,” he whispers.
