Page 47 of Lorcan
He blinked. “Yeah. That goes for you too, right?”
“Of course.” I trailed my hand down his chest to his cock. “I’m looking forward to this, Lorcan.”
“Me too.”
“Great. You lie back and I’ll get supplies.”
“Sure.” He positioned himself in the middle of the bed, lying on his back, with a pillow behind his head.
He looked glorious to me. All pale skin, hair covering him, and a shy smile. He was the embodiment of what I wanted—only I hadn’t known how to ask the universe for him. Who knew Club Kink would serve me up my heart’s desire on a silver platter?
Or on a king-sized bed in my cozy condo.
I grabbed the lube and a condom from the drawer. I held up the bottle. “Do you want to prep yourself, or would you mind if I do it?”
“You want to?” His brow furrowed.
“Only if you want me to. I’m big on intimacy. What could be more intimate than that? If you’re uncomfortable, of course, I don’t have to.”
He shook his head. “I want. Only just—”
“Your ex didn’t do that.” I didn’t make the sentence into a question because the confusion was written all over his face.
“I—” He swallowed. “I swore I wouldn’t talk about him.”
“Lorcan, sweetheart, you can’t just ignore those twenty-eight years. That’s more than half your life that you spent with him. That’s going to color how you see things for a long time. How you move in the world. What space you believe you’re allowed to take. I’m here to say you’re allowed to embrace everything you want. To ask for—or even demand—the things you deserve.” I quirked a smile. “And I don’t want you to agree to something because you think I might like it. That does both of us a disservice.”
“So if I said I want you to—” He gestured to my hand.
“Then I’m happy to do that.” I placed the bottle on the bed and opened the condom. We’d agreed we might eventually go without, but I wanted him to feel secure with me first. Toknow I’d never do anything to endanger his health. I rolled the condom on and grinned. “Let me in.”
As if understanding, He opened his thighs opened so I could scoot between them. He grasped his cock and balls—easing them out of the way. Offering the most glorious view of his hole.
I opened the cap of the lube and poured a generous dollop on my fingers. “I’m going to make you feel good, okay?”
He nodded.
Slowly, I circled his rim.
He caught his lower lip between his teeth.
I slid one finger in.
He shifted to adjust.
I added a second finger.
He held my gaze.
With infinite care and patience, I moved my fingers. In and out. Scissoring. Trying to get him to open for me. Finally, I twisted my wrist and brushed my fingers against his prostate.
He whimpered—in a good way—and a drop of precum leaked from his tip.
With my other hand, I pressed my thumb against his slit.
His cocked thickened against my palm as I grasped him.
“Please, Cody. Just…please.” He swallowed.
