Hero: Reyes Walter. A caregiver. A savior. Determined to better the world one flogging at a time.
Hero: Allie Hayes. Loyal. Caring. Doesn’t need a hero…he just needs a job.
I have placed this scene under the spoiler tag because OMG this is so NSFW. Enjoy :)
I press gently but insistently at his entrance until he relaxes enough to let me in, and then I work my way forward by an inch, enjoying the sight of my finger inside him and knowing no one else has ever had the privilege.
“That’s good, Hart. You’re doing really well.” I lavish him with more praise while I keep working in, adding more lube whenever my path feels anything but slick. Back and forth, easing him into the feeling of being penetrated and the movement of being gently fucked. When he’s taking me inside easily, his deep breaths getting shallower, I check in with him again.
“How are you doing?”
Oh, this is better than I’d hoped for. Some of the bottoms I know tell me this makes them feel delightfully submissive. Perhaps that’s how it’s affecting Hart. That usually comes hand in hand with making them feel intensely vulnerable as well, so I’ll need to keep that in mind. I’ll have to hold him carefully. Show him his trust isn’t misplaced and that if he shows himself to me, I’ll treasure him.
“Good, sir. It feels good.”
“Who’s making it feel that way?”
“You, sir.” He’s practically panting now and does that ever make me hard for him. “You’re making me feel good.”
That’s when I choose to cover and slick a second finger to ease inside of him. He’s so slippery inside now that it’s not so difficult but I still go slowly and add more lube because I’m not taking any chances. I want to earn his pleasure and more importantly, his trust. He tenses slightly when I do but not for long, especially when I murmur encouragement and kind words. Slutty for praise, I’ll have to remember that.
“It’s just two, Hart. You can take it. Breathe for me.” I settle a hand on his lower back and feel for the expansion of his torso as he does as he’s been instructed. He loosens around my fingers, though he still feels wonderfully tight. He’s going to feel phenomenal on my cock.
After a few minutes during which he slips back to panting and clutching the linens, he begins to press back against me and I take that as an invitation. I don’t always do three before I fuck someone but with beginners usually, yes. The third is the most work but it somehow goes easier, likely because he’s horny as a sailor docking after a six-month voyage. Except he’s gone his whole life without feeling this, not just six months.
“That feels good,” he volunteers, and the simple words swell my head and my heart. Gratitude, desire, trust. It’s all there in that most basic of sentiments.
I completely withdraw my fingers, stripping the cots off and discarding them on a tissue I’d left on the bedside table before taking up a condom and rolling it over my dick—so hard, it’s near to bursting. “Then this is going to feel even better.”
Before I penetrate him, I rub still more lube over the condom, because I wasn’t lying when I said you can never have enough lube. I wipe my hands off on a handy towel so I’ll be able to grip him while I press inside of him, and then it’s time. Resting a hand on his hip. I use a hand to help work my hardness inside of him. And mother of all things holy does he feel divine. Tight and hot and slick. I push gently and withdraw, going deeper with each tender thrust until I’m two-thirds of the way inside.
“All of you,” he pleads, his voice tense and desperate. “I want all of you now. Please. I’m ready, I swear, just, please, fuck me.”
Though I don’t generally take kindly to orders, this is one I’m glad to follow. I dig my fingers into the flesh of his hips and push the rest of the way inside of him, not stopping until my hipbones are resting flush against his ass. If that’s not heaven, I’ll happily go to hell.
The Cartographer by Tamsen Parker is the 6th and last book in her erotic Compass series. It will release tomorrow-June 26, 2017. Mandi’s review will post on Tuesday the 27th.