It feels weird with my left hand when I grip the base tight and start stroking myself, but I’m distracted by the way Evan licks his lips and slides his hand down his stomach until he’s stroking his cock, watching me.
I nudge his knee with my casted hand and he slides his legs wider and plants his feet. His balls hang tight over his taint. And,fuck, his ass looks so good.
His gaze is locked on me as he strokes himself, smearing pre-cum over his shaft, hips bucking off the bed.
I need to touch him. I can’t hold off any longer. I shuffle closer and bend down to catch his lips with mine.
“I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”
“You talk a lot,” he says with a cheeky smile.
“You love it.”
“Yeah, I do,” he replies without hesitation.
“Ev?”
He lets out a contented hum.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I don’t let him stop the kiss when he hesitates. “Please.”
He flattens his legs on the bed and hooks his hands under my thighs, pulling them apart so I’m straddling him.
“You take control.”
My pulse quickens. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“I’ll show you.”
He reaches behind him and takes the lube from my drawer, squeezing some out on his hand. He slides it past my balls, finding my crack and sliding his fingers between my cheeks until he’s circling my hole.
No one has ever touched me here before. I’ve thought about it. Heard guys saying it feels good when their girlfriends do it, but I’ve never been brave enough to try. But I trust Evan, more than anything. I give myself over to it, to him. Let him do whatever he wants to me.
The tip of his index finger presses against my entrance.
“You sure about this?”
“Mm.” I nod. “I’ve heard how you moan when I fuck you. I wanna know what that feels like.”
He pushes his finger in about an inch and I start to press back on it.
His voice is so sexy when he speaks. “Want me to make you moan?”
“Mm.”
He presses his finger in deeper, the stretch turning into a burn.
I force myself to sit back on it. When he adds another I let out something between a moan and a yelp.
“Slow.” Evan warns. He comes up on his elbow and kisses me. Pausing with his fingers until I start wriggling on them. Pressing all the way to the knuckles andbrushing against something inside me that feels so good, I let out another yelp. Evan grins.
“That feel good?”
“Fuck, what was that?”
“Your prostate.” He presses again, stroking and massaging in a way that makes me want to simultaneously tell him to stop and do it again.
