Up for Heir - Stella Starling Page 0,59

his shoulder, his face going deliciously pink, he added, “When you… when you, erm, manhandle me like th-th-that.”

His blush turned nuclear with the confession, but he didn’t look away, and Leo grinned, something about the way Eddie pushed through his embarrassment with these little flashes of boldness both indescribably sweet and irresistibly sexy. The combination was so Eddie, and it took all the heat and urgency and desperate arousal thrumming in Leo’s blood and turned them into something… more.

With Eddie, from the start, it had always been more. Leo had wanted more of him… wanted to give more to him… wanted to be more for him. And now, all his attraction and amusement and adoration was swelling into… well, into more.

“Anything, darling,” he promised, that feeling of “more” growing inside him so quickly that he felt like he’d burst with it, making him wish desperately that he had something… some way… something bigger… the right words, to let Eddie know it was there.

How much Leo cared.

How much Eddie mattered to him.

And above all, how grateful Leo was, after a lifetime of simmering resentment over the accident of birth that had chained him to responsibilities he’d never asked for, that his duty as heir had led him to this.

But Leo had no idea how to put that into words, so he ran a hand down Eddie’s back, resting it on his perfectly shaped ass, and figured this would have to do. It didn’t feel like enough, and yet it also felt like everything. It wasn’t just sex between them, because the pleasure he was already feeling—that he was determined to make Eddie feel, too—went deeper than just the throbbing in his cock or the hitch in his little librarian’s breath as Leo stroked his palm over the gentle curve of Eddie’s ass.

Which was, for the record, delectable.

Leo shifted his position, pushing Eddie’s legs farther apart so he could settle between them.

“Open for me, Eddie,” he rasped, palming each cheek and then pulling them even wider, lifting Eddie’s hips up and back toward him as he did so. “Oh honey,” he groaned, “you’re beautiful.”

Eddie’s entire backside was pure temptation. Long slim legs stretching in one direction, the graceful, elegant line of his spine in the other, and between, the curving globes of his surprisingly bouncy little ass rising up like a decadent invitation. But this, his center, his quivering pink hole suddenly exposed in the most intimate way, made Leo’s cock throb and his mouth water and his entire being simply… want.

Leo had some experience with anal play, but only as the giver. That felt like an oversight now, as he desperately wished he knew for sure if it could actually be as pleasurable for the man as he’d heard. The women he’d taken that way in the past had been receptive enough, but if what Leo had heard was true, it could be even better for a man. And for Eddie, it suddenly felt critical… imperative… necessary… that he make it perfect.

He needed lube, he knew that for sure. Needed to prepare Eddie. Needed to figure out where exactly his prostate was, and then he needed to—

“Leo?”

Leo’s head jerked up at Eddie’s breathless, hopeful tone, his cock jerking against his stomach because… because if he had a kink, and that was something that Leo had never really thought would apply with him, apparently it would be “pleasing Eddie.”

Eddie had twisted around to look at him again, his expression nervous but trusting. Wanton, yet shy. Beautifully submissive with a kernel of unexpected boldness underneath. In other words, the perfect mix of everything Leo had never known he wanted… and suddenly Leo knew exactly what he needed to do.

He needed to taste him.

“Don’t worry,” he said, smoothing a thumb over Eddie’s entrance and loving the way the puckered skin quivered under his touch. “I’ll take care of you, darling. Always.”

Eddie’s eyes flared with heat, and he bit his lip, his skin flushing in a gorgeous flood of pink that spread like a wave over his pale skin.

“I know,” he whispered, wiggling his bottom against Leo’s hand as he went even pinker. “But… but can you do it now, please? I know I said… um, you’re d-d-deciding what we… or… or when, but—” his breath quickened, “—now would good. Will you…?”

Eddie pushed his hips back, and Leo grinned, his chest flooding with a warmth that had nothing and everything to do with the heat in his blood. Not shy or worried then… Eddie was