anymore? What if he were actually eager to get rid of me?
Irrational, maybe, but I was in the middle of a maelstrom of emotions right now, and I couldn’t keep it together, no matter how hard I tried.
“You’re gonna be okay,” he said, his breath warming my cheek. “I promise.”
I just shook in his arms.
“Can you be brave for me?” he whispered, sending shivers down my spine.
“I can try,” I mumbled, still clinging to him.
“Just imagine me with you, every step of the way. Even if I’m not actually there, I’ll be there inside you.”
“You’ve never even been inside me. How am I supposed to imagine that?” I tried to laugh, but it came out as a sob.
Holden kissed my temple. “See? That was almost a joke. You’re doing great.”
I looked up at him. “I’m serious, you know. I’ve never even felt you inside me. If you’re sending me away, you could at least give me that first.”
His brow furrowed. “I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”
“Please, Holden?” I was begging shamelessly now, and I didn’t even care. “I need it. I need to feel your cock in me at least once. I need you to make me yours.”
“You are mine,” he said. “And I’m yours. You know that.”
“Then show me.”
“You have to go,” he said. “We’re supposed to meet Daisy in twenty minutes.”
“So do it now,” I pressed. “I don’t care if it’s rough or if it’s fast, I just need it.”
“You’re going to meet your dad smelling like sex,” Holden said, but his voice had lost that brisk, business-like tone, and it wasn’t soft and comforting anymore either. There was a hitch in it, like he was trying to catch his breath. Pressed up against him as I was, I could feel his cock start to harden.
“Good,” I said fiercely, slipping a hand in between us to palm his erection through his jeans. “I want him to know that I belong to you. I want everyone to know that.”
I wasn’t sure what did it, exactly. Was it the phrase ‘belong to you’? Was it mentioning my dad? But suddenly, Holden wasn’t holding himself back anymore.
He pushed me up against the bed, his voice low and thick. “You want your dad to smell me on you? To know someone fucked his son right before he saw him?”
A bolt of pure desire shot straight to my cock. That was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“Please,” I whined.
Holden’s eyes were lust-shot. “Then strip.”
I pulled my sweater and T-shirt off in a flurry as Holden grabbed a condom and lube, which he had, I was pleased to note, finally brought up from his study. For someone who’d been insisting we shouldn’t make things complicated, he’d sure done some preparation.
Evidently I was taking too long, though, because when he dumped his supplies on the bed and turned to find me shirtless but still wearing pants, he growled and grabbed at my waist, then shoved my jeans and briefs down to my knees. My cock sprang free, achingly hard and liberally leaking precum.
“I love that little dick of yours,” Holden said, giving it a tug. I moaned in pleasure. “I love the way it fits in my hand. I love swallowing down around it. And I have a feeling I’m gonna love watching it bob up and down as I fuck you.”
I moaned again as he swirled his thumb around the crown of my cock.
“I want to watch you ride my cock, taking all of it inside you. Watch you bounce on top of me. But for now,” he growled, “I want you on your hands and knees.”
My eyes went wide as I realized what he meant, and I started to push my pants all the way down.
“No time,” Holden said, shoving my hands away. “Leave them. Get on the floor.”
Oh God, that was even hotter. I did as I was told, lowering myself to my hands and knees on the little rug in the center of the room, my jeans bunched under my shins. It was awkward and vulnerable, and when Holden moved behind me, placing his hands on either side of my hips, I shivered.
I heard the snap of the cap on the bottle of lube, then felt a wet finger at my hole.
“Ready?” Holden asked.
I whined in response, and he slipped his finger inside. I inhaled, then exhaled, willing myself to relax faster. His finger felt good, sliding in and out of me, crooking this way, then that. But I knew