His Saint (Forever Wilde 5)

“You deserve to be cared for. You deserve to be looked after and protected, Augie. When you thank me for caring for you, it hurts my heart. Everyone should care for you. Everyone should treat you with kindness, tenderness, respect.” My voice was coming out rougher than I’d intended. “I don’t want you to ever think for a minute you don’t deserve the best.”

His chin wobbled a bit so I moved my hand to cup it and leaned in to kiss the corner edge of his lips. “You deserve to be adored,” I whispered against his dark whiskers. “To be pampered…” More kisses along the edge of his jaw to his earlobe. “To feel like the center of the universe.”

A small whimper escaped his lips as he turned to brush his lips against my own face. “Why are you saying these things?” he asked. “You don’t need to… I don’t need…”

I distracted him with nibbles to his earlobe, causing him to suck in a breath and arch into me.

“You do need,” I grumbled against his ear. I wanted him to feel amazing, to know how incredibly lucky I felt to be naked in bed with him. “Let me show you.”

“No.”

I pulled back to study him. It had been a long time since someone had rejected my offer to give them physical pleasure, and it had certainly never pinched in my gut the way it did coming from him.

“I… I mean, can I… can I show you?” Augie stammered. “I want to touch you. Explore.”

His hazel eyes met mine with an unspoken plea. This was important to him for some reason. I lay back, kicking the covers down until I was spread out bare for his perusal.

“Anything you want, handsome. I’m yours.”

Augie licked his lips before scraping his bottom one with his top teeth as if trying to decide where to begin. His eyes skittered down my naked body before glancing back to my face.

“Anything?”

My cock went from semi to fully erect at the catalog of options available to him.

“Mm-hmm… anything at all.”

Augie’s face turned mischievous, which was cuter than anything. He reached out a ring finger and just barely grazed a nipple before drawing the finger down my sternum to my navel. Every hair on my body stood on end, and my cock bounced. He was playing with fire, and he knew it.

His finger ghosted down my shaft, and we both watched as my eager dick jumped up to meet his touch.

“Hm,” he murmured. “That’s good?”

“Augie…” I warned. “Don’t you dare think about edging me.”

He flashed a fake innocent smile at me. “I would never do that to you. Can you imagine what that would feel like? If I got you harder and harder but didn’t push you over the edge?”

I growled low in my throat as his delicate finger continued to tease me.

“You’re more devious than you appear,” I croaked as he gently cupped and tugged my sac for only the briefest second. I arched up into his grasp searching for more. “Fuck me. Please.”

The words might have even surprised me more than him. Maybe I was desperate to get this show on the road, or maybe I wanted to be at his mercy—to give him power over me and let him take me in every way.

Augie froze above me.

“Is that what you want?” he asked carefully.

“Yes.”

“Me inside of you?”

The words spoken in his tentative voice were even hotter than the image in my head of him pounding his slender body into me.

“Yes,” I repeated, meeting his eyes. They were molten hot with lust but still held a sliver of insecurity. “Please, Augie.”

He cleared his throat and stepped off the bed. “Turn over.”

I did as he said while he grabbed what he needed from the nightstand. A cool hand held one of my ass cheeks as a slick finger teased my hole.

“I’ve never done this. Is it… okay?”

I turned my head to gaze at him, enjoying the sensations of his tentative touch. “Mm-hm. Very okay. Feels good.”

His smile was shy, and a pink bloom washed across his cheeks. “You have the hottest ass of anyone. I kind of want to bite it.”

The sassy words coming out of my shy Augie surprised a bark of laughter out of me. His blush deepened.

“What’s so funny? It’s true.”

“You’re welcome to bite it, sweetheart. Just be gentle about it.”

Instead of biting it, he leaned down and sucked a patch of skin hard enough to leave a mark. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him taking ownership of our encounter. His wet mouth moved across my skin, licking, sucking, and nipping as he went. All the while his slick fingers and thumb teased my entrance and drove me fucking crazy.

I thought back to the last time someone had fucked me. It hadn’t happened more than a few times before I’d determined I much preferred topping. But in the beginning, when I’d first started sleeping with men, I’d tried it. One guy in particular had been insistent on topping me, but he’d been aggressive and rough. After that, I’d vowed to give a shit about the person I topped by reading body language cues and being considerate of how they were feeling and what they were experiencing.