Lancelot (The Theriot Family 3)

“Guest room?”

I turned to look at him. “Did you think I was going to toss you into a cell?”

“No, I thought…” Color rose in his cheeks.

Tony began chattering loudly. I plucked him from Julian’s shoulder, set him down, and told him to head to bed. He scowled at me before taking off in the direction of my bedroom.

I stepped closer to Julian, my heart beating fast. “You thought what?”

He ran his teeth over his lower lip and shook his head.

Instinct had me crowding into his space. I gripped his chin and forced him to look up at me. “Tell me.” My voice was low, rough, and demanding.

“I thought that if I was going to be stuck here, we could at least finish what we started earlier in the car.”

Holy Jesus. My cock went from interested to rock hard in seconds. I’d known there was so much more to Julian than how he appeared in the library. I’d felt it in the car when I’d kissed him and he’d climbed on top of me eagerly, but I’d never expected this.

I put my hands on his hips and pulled his body against mine, letting him feel my erection. “Is that what you want?”

Julian groaned. “Yes.”

“You want me to fuck you, to drive all of this deep inside you?”

“I don’t know… Oh God.”

I pulled back and looked at him. His pupils were huge, and if his pants had been as tight as I wished they were, he might have split the seams. He wanted this, but something was off.

“What is it? Tell me.”

“I… I don’t usually… I did once, and it was…”

I released his hips and laid my hands on his shoulders.

“Take a deep breath and talk to me. You can say anything. I know how to keep secrets.”

He looked away, and I cupped his neck and bent to run my tongue along his jaw, making him shiver. “Julian. I know you’re not what you seem.”

“I don’t usually bottom.”

That surprised me. I’d felt such a need to surrender in him, but it also made me smile. “I don’t always top.”

He looked at me then, eyes wide with shock. “Seriously?”

I nodded.

“You’d… you’d let me…”

I smiled. “There’d be no letting you. I’d demand it.”

I watched the muscles of his throat work as he tried to speak, swallowed, then made a second attempt. “I want what you said, but I… It’s never been good for me.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“I want…” He looked away. “Shit, I can’t do this.”

I seized his face, forcing him to look at me. He sucked in his breath when I took charge. I’d been right. He did want to surrender. “Tell me exactly what you want. What do you fantasize about? What do you think about when your hand is around your dick?”

“You.”

Jesus. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I’d been wrong. The idea that he’d jerked off thinking of me—that no matter how much I’d pissed him off he wanted me—was so fucking hot. “What did I do to you in your fantasies?”

“Y-you forced me.”

My brain went offline for a few seconds. It was like he’d been made for me. I had no idea stiff librarians were my type, no idea that the concept of a sex kitten hidden underneath a khakis-and-cardigan exterior was a real thing, not just something from porn. “Tell me more.”

He shook his head, and I pushed into him, forcing him to step backward or fall. I kept moving until his back was against the wall, then I slapped my hands down on either side of his head, caging him in.

“Tell me.”

“I can’t.”

I didn’t move. I didn’t speak. I just held his gaze, letting him see how much I wanted him, letting him know I wasn’t going to back down.

“You pinned me down, held my wrists, teased me, and told me I couldn’t move without permission, then you…” He paused and licked his lips. It was all I could do not to lean in and taste him. I wanted to push into his mouth and suck his tongue like I would his cock.

“More. Keep talking.”

“You sucked me off, but it was like you were forcing me to let you, like I wasn’t in control at all. Like I…”

I leaned close, my lips nearly touching his. “Like you what?”

“Like I belonged to you.”

“You do.”

He shook his head. “I’ll stay with you until—”

“No. You belong to me now, and I’m going to give you exactly what you want.”

He whimpered as I kissed him. I took his wrists, dragged his arms above his head, and pinned them there as I worked my hips against his, rubbing our hard cocks together. I liked that he was as tall as me, and I could match his body so perfectly. He squirmed under me, not exactly struggling but not surrendering. He would, though. He would give in to me. He would let me fulfill this fantasy for him.