#Chapter27
When Adam pulled away without finishing, Ronan knew what was coming next. Tried to brace himself as best he could. Shoving him forward so Ronan's hands ground into the carpet, and dropping down to his knees behind him, yanking his trousers and underwear down with a few impatient tugs, he positioned himself against him.
Tears were pillaring down his cheeks. His breathing was yo-yo-ing between too much and not enough, and as he started to go lightheaded, the room felt like it was spinning.
/"You ready for this?/" Adam's mouth brushed against his ear. His hips jerked, driving the tip of himself inside. Ronan whimpered. He hadn't even prepared him first. No lube. No foreplay. /"I'll be able to tell if somebody else has used you, so for your sake, I hope you weren't lying about being a slut./"
/"I wasn't,/" he managed to whimper.
That was the only green light Adam needed.
