Page 46 of Lorcan
“Or you can pick one—or all.”
That brought a smile to his lips. Reverently, he touched the yellow tartan one.
This time, I grinned. “Puppies deserve nice things. Nice collars. I thought you might like that one. May I put it on you?” I hoped I’d made it clear this was just for fun and I wasn’t collaring him.
He nodded, and turned so his back was to me.
I’d fitted all the collars on myself—with a bit of room because I remembered Lorcan’s neck being thicker than mine. I wasn’t wrong. The collar fit perfectly. Before he could turn around though, I pushed myself up onto my knees. I ran my hands up and down his back—using just the right amount of fingernails.
He shivered.
“Are you cold?”
“No.” He cleared his throat again. “More like warm. All over.”
I pressed a kiss to his neck where it met his spine. Then I wrapped my arms around him.
He leaned back into my embrace.
I reached to his chest and continued the scritches. I loved his pelt—as soft as fur. For fun, I tweaked his nipples.
He moaned. “Keep that up and…”
“And?” I moved my hand lower still to graze his very interested cock.
“I thought we were looking at toys.”
“And gifts. I haven’t shown you the matching leash or—”
Abruptly, he turned in my arms. He grasped the hem of my T-shirt and, with my help, raised it over my head. “I need those off.” He pointed to my sleep pants.
“That’s fair. I’ll take them off, and you can gather everything—” I didn’t need to finish my sentence because he was already removing them. Placing them gently on a pile on top of the robe.
As I removed my sleep pants, I noted he didn’t remove the collar. My instincts had said he’d love that one. His name had Scottish ancestry, and the tartan just…fit.
Once he had everything removed, he stood before me. His cock stood straight out and he was obviously very aroused. His nipples puckered, and he grasped the base of his shaft. “Please don’t make me wait.” Said in a broken whisper.
“I don’t intend to.” Edging had a time and a place—this was neither. I patted the bed beside me.
Again, he leapt on the bed. For a big guy, he moved easily. On all fours, he leaned toward me. I met him halfway, and we kissed again.
My cock perked in interest. I pulled back from the kiss. “You’re certain?”
He nodded vigorously. “I am. I really am.” He ducked his head for a moment before meeting my gaze. “I trust you.”
I stroked his cheek. “And I will never take that trust for granted.” I smiled. “You still okay with bottoming?”
Again, he nodded with enthusiasm.
“How do you want to be?”
He held my gaze. “Is on my back okay? I want to look at you.”
“That happens to be my favorite position as well—I’ll be able to see if I’m hurting you.”
“You won’t.” He said the word with a confidence even I didn’t feel.
“Hopefully not. That said, you can stop this at any time, okay? You say the word and we call a halt to it—no recriminations.”
