Page 135 of Trust Me

“Off,” I said.

When he gave me a taunting look, I grabbed the band of his briefs and yanked him forward. Not giving myself a chance to think about it too much, I slipped my hand inside and cupped his dick.

“Dean,” he gasped.

He was already hard, but once I touched him, I felt him grow even more. My mouth felt a little dry as I stroked the smooth skin. Despite my fumbling movements, he closed his eyes and breathed heavily. His reaction made me more confident about touching him like this, driving me to wrap my fingers around him.

I stayed like that, unmoving, as I took a moment to process it. When I was sure it was what I wanted, I stroked him with my thumb.

“Is this okay?” I asked.

He slammed his mouth against mine, and I pushed his shorts down before he climbed into my lap. I scooted backward on the bed, carrying him with me. When I leaned back, my dick brushed his asshole, making both of us freeze.

“We don’t have to—” I started.

“What’s stopping us?”

“Propriety? Lube?”

“I bought some when I went out to get your dad’s fries.”

“That’s weird.”

He smiled. “As for propriety . . . I don’t really care about that, but I’m trying extremely hard not to be impulsive. I’ve been fighting all freaking week.”

“Then we won’t be impulsive.”

When he shifted his hips, rubbing his dick against mine, I groaned.

“Not too impulsive,” I added. Grabbing him by the back of the neck, I pulled him in for a kiss. “I want to learn how to make you . . .”

“Cum?” he filled in when I didn’t go on. My face heated, and he kissed one of my cheekbones. “You’re even sexier when you get awkward.”

“How?”

“Don’t ask me to explain the beautiful things in this world. They’re better enjoyed than broken down for parts.”

Not wanting to respond to whatever that bullshit was, I reached between us to touch his dick again. The way his breath caught told me more than his words ever could, so I wrapped my fingers around him and listened.

“We’re here for a week and a half,” he groaned. “Are we going to make it that entire time without having sex?”

“Doubtful.” Gripping his ass in both hands, I squeezed hard. “How do you feel about me touching you here?”

“Like, fingering me?”

My mouth dropped open. Clearing my throat, I tried to steady my breathing. “I wasn’t saying that. But if you’re—”

“This is everything I want,” he repeated. “So, yes.”

I knew how this worked, but I didn’t know any of the important details. Namely, how to make him enjoy it. The idea of hurting him or being unable to pleasure him was horrifying.

Digging my fingers into his skin, I traced his jaw with my lips. “Get the lube, baby. And be fast. All I can think about now is that damn ass.”

When he turned around, my eyes went right to it. Coming up behind him, I grabbed his thighs before he made it off the bed and sunk my teeth into his ass cheek, making him yelp. I smacked the other cheek hard, hoping he’d get the hint to be quieter.

Pulling back, I looked at the imprint of my teeth in his skin.

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to look at him without thinking about that mark. If I had to make it every damn day, I’d gladly strip him down just like this.