I stare at him, chest heaving.
“Is that bad?”
“Fuck, no. Trust me, I’d love to finish in that sweet mouth of yours.”
He brushes a finger across my lips, then pushes it into my mouth. I suck on it obediently.
“But,” he says, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his lips, “I’d rather do it somewhere else.”
8
“Only if you want to, of course.”
I stare at the thick, meaty cock bobbing in front of me. There’s nothing I want more than to sit on it, to take him deep inside of me, but the logistics of actually doing it scare the shit out of me. How the hell is that ever going to fit?
As if reading my mind, Josh grabs a small bottle from the pocket of his shorts on the floor.
“This should help.”
“You came prepared?”
“Hey, a guy can dream.”
I’m on my feet the next second, stripping off my underwear and tossing it aside. Josh leans back in the chair, his gaze trailing over my now fully naked body, lit only by the moonlight streaming in through the oval window.
My erection bounces as I step forward and straddle his lap, facing him, our cocks touching. His is a good two inches longer than mine, and so much thicker, but the way he looks at me, the lust in his eyes, doesn’t make me feel lacking. Instead, it makes me feel hot, wanted, sexy. Something I haven’t felt in a long, long time.
Maybe not ever.
Josh uncaps the bottle and squeezes a generous dollop of lube onto his palm. Then he sets the bottle down and reaches behind me, his big warm hand gliding over my ass, between my cheeks, his fingertips finding the tight ring of muscle there and spreading the slick stuff all over.
My body reacts instantly. My toes curl. My back arches. And a soft, needy moan slips past my lips.
“Someone’s sensitive, hm?”
I nod, biting my lip.
“How often have you touched yourself here?”
His fingertip traces slow, torturous circles around the pucker, applying pressure without breaching it.
“Never,” I admit.
“Never? You haven’t played with your ass at all?”
I shake my head.
“That’s a shame. Because this ass”—he grabs a handful and squeezes—“is fucking perfect. Round and perky. It’s asking, no, begging to be played with. Fucked. And I am going to, Sebas. I’m going to give it what it needs.”
He pulls me in and kisses me, his fingers still playing between my cheeks, teasing the tight muscle, pushing at it, but not yet breaching it.
I melt against him, arms looped around his neck, and he deepens the kiss. His tongue licks along the seam of my lips and pushes inside, and as it does, his index finger breaks past the resistance.
I whimper against his mouth and tense up for a second. The intrusion feels foreign, but the lube does its job, and when Josh starts sliding his finger in and out, a pleasant, tingly sensation takes hold of me. My whole body relaxes, and I lean into him, giving myself over to his touch.
When he pulls his finger out, it returns moments later with a second one. This time, the stretch burns a little, but I breathe through it, and soon the pain fades, leaving only a sense of fullness and a craving for more.
His fingers sink deeper, curl inside of me, and as they explore the depths of my hole, a white-hot bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine. I break the kiss with a gasp, my head thrown back, nails digging into his shoulders.
