Trust (London Love #5)

My hips arched as he slid down, kicking the duvet aside and making himself comfortable between my legs.

Splayed out on the bed, I guided his head back down, his mouth…

God help me.

He came off me with a little smacking sound, licked around the head then spat, letting it run over the head of my cock before his hand smeared it down my shaft.

Something that should have been disgusting, but absolutely…wasn’t.

“I’m…”

“Desperate?” he suggested and swallowed me down again, as I growled in frustration. What the fuck was I doing, just lying here? Wasn’t this supposed to be a two-man show?

He came up for air, circling my slit with his tongue. “Good boy.”

Leaning over my leg, he scrabbled around in his rucksack then dropped a bunch of stuff on the sheet next to my hip.

“Lube,” he announced. “Essential stuff to make this good. Do you use lube to wank? If not, it’s a game changer.”

Okay, but…

“Condom,” he continued, ripping a packet open with his teeth. “And don’t worry, you’re going to fuck me. Hard.”

He had to stop with this dirty talk. My dick was twitching, and I really wanted to ask him to just get his mouth back down there because I needed it.

“I would have prepared if I’d known, Reubs. Douching is a thing, you know? Cleaning your insides so you’re all fresh.” He pumped his dick as he talked.

“Do you think I care about that? Gray, just bloody…”

“See? Desperate.”

“Not desperate,” I countered. Lies. My hand now around my dick, which he promptly swatted away. The hand. The dick, he took back into his mouth. Licked me clean as I whimpered and shook and begged.

Desperate.

“Hold still.” He smiled, rolling a condom on me like an expert.

Fuck. “Are we doing this?” I questioned, my eyes a bit bleary. My breath hitched as he straddled me. All of him displayed before me as he leant back.

“Aren’t you supposed to…you know…” Fuck. “Stretch?”

“I like using a plug. But no time now, so I’m going to go slow. Torture you a bit. Don’t come, not yet.”

“You said nothing would hurt!” I whined, and then I shut up. Pressure. Bloody hell, Gray.

He was right there, his cock erect and proud bouncing around right in front of me. And yes, two-man show.

Lube. And Latex. Fucking hell.

I roared as the top of my dick seemed to get swallowed up by hard muscle. Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Why hadn’t I googled this?

Lube. Too much drizzling into my hands, but he had said to wank him, so I did. My hand gripping his dick and…yeah, game changer. Smooth glides. Warmth. His laughter seemed to glimmer in the air.

“Oh, yes,” he panted. Then he rose off and I wanted to scream.

“Pass me the lube.”

I did, my hands shaking. Far too many sensations at once for my frazzled brain to compute, I closed my eyes.