Lancelot (The Theriot Family 3)

“Not as much as I will if you don’t start moving. I left Tony in the car, and you know how that goes.”

“Fuck. This is…”

“This is exactly what you want.” His voice was low, and it made me shudder.

“No.”

“Yes.”

I hated how right he was. Being with Lance was hotter than anything I’d imagined. Nothing in my past could compare to the way it had felt to be inside him or to have him force my orgasm from me the day before and then use my mouth like he had.

Lance looked at his Rolex. “You’ve got thirty seconds.”

I stared at him. Would he really…

“Yes, I really will.”

I glared at him. “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Read my mind.”

He grinned. “That’s not the only thing you’re thinking.”

“You’re so—”

“Twenty seconds.”

I ran for the break room and grabbed my bag. Lance was talking to Gwen when I returned, and she was smiling. “I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well, Julian. I’m sure Lance will take good care of you.”

I scowled at her, but I didn’t dare contradict her since she’d spoken loud enough for the whole library to hear. “Thanks. I’m sure I’ll be back tomorrow. It’s nothing serious.”

“Oh, I think you’re wrong there.” Her voice was quieter now so only Lance and I could hear. He stifled a laugh, and I took the risk of flipping her off.

“You need this,” she mouthed.

I ignored her and turned to Lance. “I’m ready.”

His smile was even more dangerous than Gwen’s. “I know. That’s why we’re leaving.”

Fuck. I wasn’t sure I was ready for him at all.

Gwen snorted, then launched into a coughing fit, which served her right.

The ride home was pure torture. Lance spent the whole time telling me exactly what he had planned.

“I’m going to open you up slowly, stretch you, get you ready to take every inch of my cock. I’m going to wait until you’re begging to be stuffed full before I give you what you need.”

I was so damn hard, but every time I brought my hand to my dick to try to give myself a little relief, Lance slapped my thigh. It was sore and stinging already, but somehow that only made me hotter.

“I’m going to watch your face as I take your ass. I want to see how much you love having my cock split you in two.”

Holy fuck. “I don’t know—”

“Who’s in charge here?” When I didn’t answer, he slapped my thigh again.

“You,” I gasped. “You’re in charge.”

“That’s right, baby. And what do I expect you to do?”

I swallowed hard, not sure what he wanted me to say.

“You take whatever I want to give you.”

“I… um…” I was squirming in the seat, desperate for him to touch me. If he’d pulled to the side of the road and told me he was going to fuck me right there, I would have gone along with it. I was out of my mind for this crazy man.

“Say it. Tell me what you’re going to do.”

“Oh fuck. I… I’m going to take whatever you give me.”

“That’s right, and you’ll be so beautiful doing it, so gorgeous spread out for me with your ass stuffed full of my cock.”

“Yes, please. I’m so… I need this.” How did he always get me to the state where I was willing to beg, to lose myself so completely?

“You’re a gift, Julian. I’m not sure I deserve you, but I will never give you back.”

“Lance, don’t say things like that, not if you don’t—”

“No more talking unless I say so.”

I whined, the sound desperate and mournful. Lance reached over and traced his thumb up the length of my cock. I tilted my hips, trying to get more pressure. I forgot everything but how good his touch felt.

Then the car stopped, and I opened my eyes. We were parked at his apartment, and there was a woman getting into the car next to us. Had she seen what he was doing to me?

“Don’t worry about anyone else. For the next few hours, I am your world.”

“A few hours?”

“Baby, I told you. I’m doing this right.”

We’d been interrupted last night. I didn’t know if I could survive that again. “But what if someone needs you?”

“Don’t worry about that. I don’t want you thinking about anything but what you want, what you need. I’ll take care of everything else.”

I turned to look at him. His eyes held so much emotion, and it hit me like a wave. Was it possible… No, I wouldn’t go there. I’d just do exactly what he said. Pleasure. Need. Safety. That’s what I had in the moment.

“It’s time to go upstairs now.”

“Yes, sir.” The words felt so natural, and the way he smiled when I said them made me want to say them again and again.

He picked up Tony before circling the car, opening my door, and escorting me up to his condo. Once we were inside, Tony ran off, chattering as if he knew we needed time alone. Lance grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and held my gaze with his intense eyes. “Strip for me.”