Surrendered Victory (The Victory Series)

...Daltons hands trailed down my arms, less than a caress but more than mere compassion for the strange brew of lust and fear that held me. Then he put his workingman hands on my chest and touched me, his fingertips carefully learning the ridges and planes of my torso. He stepped behind me and ran his thumbs up the sides of my spine, ending with a quick massage to help ease the tension in my neck. I jumped when his teeth nipped my shoulder. Far from hurting, the sting sang a siren song to my cock.

He spoke so softly in my ear, his voice low and rough, that I marveled I heard him above the pounding of my heart.

Trust me, Reed. Tonight is for simple things. I want to fuck you in the worst kind of way, but maybe not tonight. You set the pace. Just relax and enjoy. Okay?

I nodded, relieved and yet disappointed. I wanted to fuck him, too, and in my ignorance wondered how much of a problem that posed for him since he wanted me. His hands slid around my waist, down across my hips to grip the inside of my thighs.

Arousal shrieked through me. As I pressed firmly back to him, his hands held me to his pelvis, his cock pressed firmly into the cleft of my ass. Something gave way within me. Id let him fuck me. I wanted him. I rocked into him, and he grabbed me. I tried to turn, to shove him to the bed. His balance was too good. He didnt budge.

Slow down, he urged me breathlessly.

I couldnt.

I bucked wildly against him, but his strength at least equaled mine. His arms tightened like bands of steel around me, holding me, forcing me to be still. I couldnt breathe. Sweat trickled down my chest. I hung on the verge, riding the knife-edge of impending orgasm. I fought my way back to sanity, struggling to hold on to his words, Slow down.

I longed for so much more than a quick fuck, a fast easing of the need demanding release now. Id be cheating myself, and him, if I didnt get a grip on myself. The red haze lifted from my mind.

Damn, but my balls ached.

I laughed, sort of, as I relaxed into him. He eased his hold on me, and I sensed his relief that Id come back from the edge of insanityso he could send me there again.

Dalton unzipped my pants, let them fall, and wrapped his long fingers around my shaft, his grip firm. He stroked me, rolling the tight skin all the way over the glans. Id waited my entire life for the touch of another man. I soared.

Im cut, too, if youre curious. Is this all you want? Dalton purred in my ear.

Curious was too mild a word when I wanted to strip him naked and give all eight inches of him a very clinical examination. Other than my own Id not seen an adult male cock fully erect, except in photographs and that didnt quite do it for me. I was intensely curious.

I shook my head. It most certainly was not all I wanted. His slow strokes had me ready to beg, and I would have if Id known what I wanted most, besides everything.

The arm he held me with dropped away and he fumbled with his zipper. I laughed breathlessly as he teased my ass while pulling down the tab. His pants joined mine on the floor. His stiff cock pressed into the dark crevice of my ass where his fingers had just teased. I tensed, unsure if he planned to fuck me standing here, or just tease me until I passed out from lack of orgasm. He released me, leaving me bereft of his heat, even though I was drenched in sweat.

He smacked my ass with some force. I yelped in surprise and rounded on him, ready to show him if he wanted to play rough, hed better take it as good as he gave it because I could give it. He grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and took my mouth. My protest at being struck evaporated. I plastered my body to his, dug my fingernails into his ass cheeks and boldly teased him as he had me. Dalton dropped to his knees in front of me and took me in his mouth.

I became reborn...

Lessons in Love