“Nice?” he said, sounding smug. He took another step back, and he was almost at my bed. “You think it’s nice? A minute ago, you were getting ready to rhapsodize about my dick. Now it’s nice.” The backs of his thighs hit the edge of my bed, and he sat down on it. He put his hands on the mattress, forearms flexing as he pushed himself back on the blankets. I tried not to stare as his balls bunched under his dick, dragging along my bed. “Nice,” he said.
“I like nice,” I said, voice just above a growl.
“I know,” he said. “Do you remember what I said the night we first danced?”
“You said many things. I wondered if you would ever shut up.”
He laughed. “I told you I wasn’t nice.”
“I’m nervous,” I said, cringing slightly.
His face softened. “Sam.”
“What?”
“In a minute, you’re going to come over here, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You’re going to kiss me.”
“Okay.”
“You’re going to touch me and I’m going to touch you.”
“Okay.”
“And then you’re going to fuck me on your bed.”
My mouth went dry.
“Sam?”
“Yeah,” I managed to say.
“Did you get all that?”
“Yeah.”
“Come here.”
I have no shame in admitting that I pretty much ran the rest of the way to the bed, jumping and landing on top of him. The laugh that came out of him was an awesome sound to hear, and his hands went to my back, fingers trailing down to the top of my ass, the full length of my body pressed against him. His breath was on my face as he smiled up at me, eyes sparkling in the candlelight. They reminded me of stars and I remembered my wish from that day in the secret garden, where I wished that I had someone to call my own, so I could show him why I was made for him.
And here he was. Ryan Foxheart, Nox that was. My cornerstone.
“You’re mine,” I said in awe.
His smiled widened. “Yeah, Sam. Yeah.”
I kissed him then.
Later, I watched him stretch himself out, his fingers glistening with oil, his breath hitching as he instructed me to slick myself up. His hips were propped up on pillows. I could barely take my eyes away from the sight before me, watching his fingers disappear into himself, stretching but trying to fuck into himself too, but not able to get the right angle.
After that, time slipped gently. I remember his hand on my cock as he guided me, his legs around my hips. I felt the resistance of his ass and the pull of the muscle around my cockhead. There was a flash of immense heat as I pushed farther. He groaned underneath me, his eyes closing, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths. He pressed a hand against my stomach when my hips met his ass, stilling me, telling me to wait.
I told him I would. For him, I would. For him, I would do anything.
Eventually, he nodded.