Billy & The Beast (Ever After, New York #3) - Eli Easton Page 0,44
up on the little shelf.
“You horny devil,” I said.
He looked a little abashed. “I just thought it would be memorable to do it for the first time here.”
“You’re a certifiable genius.”
I unzipped my windbreaker and stripped off my clothes. I felt a moment of self-consciousness. The day was sunny and there was plenty of daylight in the cabin to highlight every knot of my scars. But Billy had seen me nude plenty of times and, unless someone boarded the boat, no one else could see us.
I crawled onto the bed on hands and knees. The first order of business was a kiss—a long, deep, bodies-slotting-together kiss. When we were both panting and rock hard, I pulled away long enough to ask. “How, exactly, do you envision this going?”
“I thought you could fuck me?” he opined. “I want to try it both ways eventually. And I’ll do you instead if you want. But I’ve always wanted to try bottoming.”
That gave me pause. When he’d said first time, I’d assumed he’d just meant our first time. “You’ve never done it before?”
He shook his head. “Never anal.”
I was hesitant. It could hurt the first time, be uncomfortable. I wasn’t sure I was up for that today, on a boat. “Maybe we should sixty-nine instead.”
He sat up, his face getting that familiar, determined expression. “No, really. I’m ready. I’ve been practicing.”
“Practicing? Oh, do tell.” I put an arm behind my head. This sounded interesting.
He looked down at his hands as though he didn’t want to look me in the eye. “I got a dildo, and I’ve been training with it.”
“Training.”
He laughed and shoved my arm. “Shut up. It was all highly scientific, and I didn’t come at all.”
“Uh-huh.” I snickered.
“Come on, Aaron! Tell you what. You’ve been doing all the work sailing the boat, so let me do this.” He pushed me onto my back.
Well, I wasn’t going to fight to protect his virtue. I wasn’t that selfless. In fact, as he knelt above me and applied lube to himself, pushing in fingers, and looked down at my face with lust and focused concentration, I wanted nothing more in this world than to be inside him. Just the idea of it made my cock throb with anticipation on my stomach. I rubbed his thighs while he prepped himself, circling my thumbs up until they ghosted over his balls. His breath caught and his eyes burned hotter.
“Put on a condom,” he said throatily.
I grabbed the box from the shelf—already opened, thank you Boy Scout Billy—and suited up.
He shifted his weight over me, took me in hand, and placed my cock at his slick, warm hole. I gripped his thighs harder and tried to remember how to breathe as he slowly lowered himself. There was pressure, tight and hot, and then my head was buried inside him.
“This is a good position. You can control the pace this way,” I said, more to distract myself from the intensity of the pleasure than anything.
“Did it like this with the dildo. Suction cup,” he managed to grit out.
And, goddamn, but the image of him doing that, alone in his room, probably thinking of me, was enough to cause my balls to draw up tight. I grabbed his waist to stop his movement.
He looked at me. “I’m okay.”
“Yeah, but I’m not. Give me a minute.”
He got a devilish look. “Mmm. You find that hot? Thinking about me using a dildo?” He rocked against me gently.
“Yes,” I said through clenched teeth, holding him tight to keep him still.
“That thing is nothing compared to you, though.” He reached down and circled my shaft. Only the head was inside his body, and feeling his hand on me while I was partially inside him made me whimper. “There’s nothing sexier than the real thing. You. Your gorgeous dick. The thickness of it. The heat. That it’s all you. I want you.”
“Jesus,” I whispered. I couldn’t help myself. I pushed up into him, slipping in a little deeper.
His nostrils flared. “Yeah. All of you. I want all of it, Aaron. As much as you can give me.”
He pushed down, and I let him. He slowly sank onto me, his hands on my chest, until he was grinding down on my thighs, trying to get more. I thrust up, pushing that last quarter inch inside him, circling my hips, helping him bring us flush. He was hot silk, slick and deliciously tight. And all I saw on his face was lust. He was into this.