Page 145 of Zeus

"That'll make it happen, too," he warns. "I think I'm ready."

I laugh, the sound echoing around the room.

"Not a chance," I say when he tries to squirm away. "You're not ready."

"I am," he assures me.

"My cock is a lot bigger than two fucking fingers, Zayne."

His eyes soften when he looks at me, tongue licking his lower lip.

"And the burn is one of my favorite things."

I stop fighting him, but it's not at the realization that this is about to happen, that I'm about to put my cock inside of another man in a way I never have before.

Jealousy rages inside of me, knowing that he's experienced this with others before. I'm not exactly mad. I know he had a life while we were apart, but the regret is still very real for me. If I hadn't been such a coward back then, each other would've been all we ever experienced.

"Don't get lost in memories," he tells me, a gentle hand on my cheek.

It's all the redirection I need.

"How?" I ask. "I mean, what position is best?"

"I prefer being on top, hands on your chest, controlling your cock. I want to see the euphoria in your eyes when I sink down on you and take you all the way inside," he says, but the last couple of words are released on a sad sigh. "I don't think that's something I can manage."

"So, we wait," I say.

He shakes his head.

"Nope, not a fucking chance. We'll get to that. What's probably best right now is this."

He turns over, pressing his muscular ass to my cock.

This isn't what I had in mind.

"We can wait," I repeat.

He looks over his shoulder at me, a frown on his handsome face.

"Do you love me?"

He's asked this question more than once today, and I answer him with just as much assurance as I did before.

"With everything that I am."

"Then this isn't impersonal. This isn’t a way to avoid each other. We'll snuggle and say all the lovey-dovey stuff after we come."

I open my mouth to argue once again. Our first time should be magical.

"It will be magical," he says, making me realize I said it out loud.

When his hand reaches back and wraps around my cock, I know the argument is over.

I have to trust that his words are his truth, and he's okay with it going this way right now.

"That's fucking cold," I hiss, but my body lurches forward, sinking my cock further in his hand despite the cold lube coating it.

"Warm it up then," he says, the words sultry and full of his own need as he shifts his ass back even further, leg bending forward.