Page 58 of Bounced!

“Oh, God.”

“You’re fucking mine, Mark Delgado.” I laughed with him, my words finally catching up to my brain.

“Dante Pierce, make it true. Make me yours.”

Now it was my turn to gulp. This man, this beautiful, ridiculous man, was offering me—

His lips stopped my brain. His hands gripped my face as he drifted back onto the bed, pulling me down with him. I never heard the drawer open and close. Apparently, Mark was a ninja. He pushed me up, back onto my knees, squirted lube in his palm, and began rubbing his hands together.

“What are you doing?” I asked, head cocked.

“Warming it up for you.”

And my heart skipped a beat. This man. Jesus.

Then his palm found my cock, and I stopped thinking again. It was wet and warm and so damn slick. He stroked me up and down, toying with my head, making my cock twitch and pulse go damn hard.

“Fuck me, you’re big,” he said, more to himself than to me.

I took the bottle from him, squirted liquid into my palm, and repeated his warming gesture. I’d be damned if he gave me warmth and I made him freeze. My slickened fingers slipped between his legs, between his cheeks, until they found his hole.

“Mm,” he crooned as I circled and teased.

I put more lube on my hand, then slipped a finger in.

His body flinched.

His asshole clenched.

“Easy, baby. Relax.”

His eyes flew open.

“What?”

“You called me ‘baby.’”

I shoved my finger in.

“Shit! Not fair.”

“Who said I played fair?”

A second finger threatened to join the first.

“Oh, hell. Easy. Go easy. Years, remember, and I was a top back—”

“Trust me, baby. I’ve got you.” I slid the second finger inside him.

He clenched again, but only a little, then relaxed even further. His eyes swam, and his whole body relaxed.

My fingers slid in and out, stretching and searching and easing.

When I felt him truly relax, I shoved deeper, curling them up to hit the magic button.

“Fuuuuuck, that feels so damn good,” he said, head lolled back, eyes closed.

I leaned over him and pressed my lips to his, all while my fingers did their work. He moaned into my mouth, kissing me, deeply, passionately, giving his whole self to the moment—to me.