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“No shit. You wanna come now?” His fingers work a lazy circle over the place I want him most. “Or you wanna come on my dick?”
The lewdness of his question has my blood rioting.
“That’s bold of you.”
He bites down on my neck, vampire style, and I literally shudder with pleasure. “Answer the question. Or, if you want, I’ll answer it for you.”
“Awful cocky, thinking you know what I want.”
“Oh yeah?” Those fingers glide through my slit and notch at my entrance. “Give me permission.”
“To do what?”
“Touch you how I wanna. If it’s too much, you tell me. Otherwise…” He presses his fingers the tiniest bit inside me. “Otherwise, you trust me to give you what you need.”
I reach between us to wrap my hand around his dick. His velvety warmth fills my palm, and I can feel just how firm he is. How big.
“What doyouneed?” I give him a slow, easy tug.
He sucks in a breath. “You. I need you, Wheeler.”
My stomach contracts. How is he able to be so vulnerable without wanting to shrivel up and die? The man is not afraid to put himself out there. Kinda makes me want to do the same. Just for tonight.
“I’m right here.” I kiss his mouth. “Okay.”
“Okay, as in—”
I glide my thumb up the furrow on the sensitive underside of his head. “I trust you.”
“You’ll tell me if anything hurts?” He starts sinking his fingers inside me.
“Maybe I like it when it hurts.”
He groans. “Fuck me.”
“Gladly,” I say with a laugh. The sound dies in my throat as his fingers sink deeper, and a burning stretch comes alive between my legs. My breath catches, my hand fisting his cock.
He audibly swallows. “Sweetheart, you’re soaked. And tight. Can you relax for me a little? I know you’re wound up right now, but try to breathe, okay? I’m not gonna be able to fit if you don’t relax.”
I almost come from just theimageof Duke putting himself inside me. Because we don’t even need to play that game, thewill we or won’t we actually fuck.
He’s made it clear we’re fucking, and I couldn’t be more thrilled about it. Which kind of shocks me, considering I was so hesitant to give in at all earlier tonight.
I breathe. At the same time, I smear his precum over his head. Apparently we’re going to need all the lube we can get.
“That’s it.” Duke keeps his voice low and even as he draws his fingers back out of me, then glides them back in. Over and over. “JesusChrist, sweetheart. I’m fuckin’ dying here. You’re gonna feel—God—so good when I’m inside you. I might come just thinking about it. I love how soft you are. That’s my girl. Keep relaxing.”
I nod, my eyes fluttering shut when the heel of his hand presses against my clit. “Can you—can we—”
“Lemme grab a condom. I think I got some in my Dopp kit—”
“Do we need one?” My stomach swoops at my boldness.
I’m being silly, I know I am. But I’m scared that if Duke gets out of this bed, I won’t let him back in. All it takes is a split second for my self-doubt to return with a vengeance. I’m really enjoying losing myself in the moment. Inhim.
I also don’t want him to get cold. He was definitely shivering earlier, and it kills me to think of him being in any kind of pain. Also kills me to think about more of that frigid air invading our warm cocoon.
“I’m on the pill,” I continue to blurt, “and I can show you my latest results. I’m negative across the board, and I haven’t been with anyone—”
