Ambrose (The Theriot Family 5)

“Not what you expected?”

“Jesus, no.”

“Think I might succeed in making you beg if I keep this up?”

“Fuck, Eric. I don’t…”

I didn’t let him finish. I flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth over his hole, then circled it and licked him slowly and sloppily up to the base of his balls.

“Eric! That’s… Oh God.”

I chuckled against his ass, then pushed my tongue into him which made him whimper. The sound was delicious, and I needed to make him do it again.

I licked, teased, and tongue-fucked him until he was whimpering and writhing under me. When I knew he was ready, I added a finger alongside my tongue.

He cried out. “Eric. Fuck. Please.”

I pulled back. “That’s it. Beg me.”

His ragged breaths told me how worked up he was, but he refused to say anymore. I pushed another finger inside him and licked around the rim. He tensed at first, but as I kept teasing him, my fingers and tongue working him nonstop, he relaxed and opened for me. I pushed deeper and found his sweet spot. His whole body shook, and he jerked against the cuffs. I was afraid he would break the headboard. I had no doubt he was capable of it.

“More. I need more of that.”

“I’m sure you do, but what about if I entered you at just the right angle to hit your prostate with my cock.”

“Jesus, I’d agree to anything for that.”

“Really? Anything? Would you surrender to me again?”

He groaned. “Fuck yes if it feels like this.”

“It only gets better.”

“Then you just might kill me.”

“No way. I want to do this to you over and over again.”

“Eric, I don’t… I don’t deserve—”

“Yes, you do.” I leaned forward and cupped his face in my hands. “You deserve every moment of pleasure I can give you. You’re an incredible man, Ambrose. Stop protesting and let me fuck you.”

29

Ambrose

I stared up at Eric. It felt incredible to be laid out for him, ready to let him pleasure me. I wondered what it would be like to tongue-fuck him the way he had me. I was going to have to find out one day, but right then, all I could do was concentrate on Eric and the fact that he was teasing my ass with his cock.

“You ready?” he asked

“I’ve been ready all fucking day.”

“Then you should’ve said something sooner.”

Part of me had been ready since I’d realized the fluttery feeling I got in my stomach when I was around him had everything to do with me wanting him and nothing to do with me being nervous around cops.

I had nothing to be nervous about. I could take down almost anyone one-on-one, and my family had more than enough power to defend ourselves against a rural sheriff’s department. I did have reason to fear the connection I felt with Eric, or at least I had. Not anymore, though, not after seeing how Eric cared for me physically, emotionally, and in every possible way.

When Eric pushed the head of his cock inside me, I sucked in my breath. He felt ten times larger than his fingers had.

“Relax and keep breathing,” he ordered.

“How am I supposed to relax when you’re—Oh God.” He pushed in farther, and it felt like he was splitting me in two.

“You can take it.” Eric wrapped his hand around my cock and started stroking it. He gripped me firmly, and the pain in my ass faded. I began working my hips, trying to fuck his hand.

“You’re so hot. Your cock is leaking for me.”

I felt the precum pooling on my stomach. I wanted him to keep going. I needed to come. I—

He pulled out, and I gasped at the pleasure of his cock sliding from my ass. Then he pressed back in, going farther than he had. This time, I was able to relax.

“More,” I demanded.

“You’re going to get all of it.” He pulled out, and again, the slow slide was magical. The next time he drove into me, he didn’t stop until he was buried balls deep.

I tried to remember how to breathe, but I couldn’t get air into my lungs. I yanked on the cuffs, wanting to be free. There was no way I could do this, no way I could be stuffed so full.

“Ambrose.” The firm command in Eric’s voice got my attention. I looked up at him, and he laid a hand against my chest. “Inhale. Push my hand up.”

I did as he said. I couldn’t disobey him, not when he was looking at me with warmth in his eyes, not when I knew how much he wanted this to be good for me.

“Good. Now exhale.” He pressed down, and I did as he said once more.

“Again.” He forced me to breathe slowly several more times. He shifted just the slightest bit within me, and it felt incredible.