I shake my head, pushing back against him. “Just been a while. More, please.”
The sweet stretch and ache of his fingers inside me while being peppered with his kisses…heaven.
His fingers are soon replaced with the head of his cock, pushing past that tight ring of muscle.Jesus. The pressure is damn near too much, which makes it perfect. “So big, baby.” I breathe through the burn.
Fuck he’s stretching me so good.He takes his time, pressing in and pulling out, giving me a chance to acclimate. His fat head brushes past my poor, neglected prostate and it ignites. Stimulating that helpful bundle of nerves on my own was always more of a process than it was worth, but I forgot how good—Christ in heaven—how good that feels. I feel so primed and ready that I whine when he pulls out. Grinning, he slicks himself with a little more lube before bottoming out in one brain-breaking thrust.
He grabs the back of my thigh, pushing it aside to give him more access. He’s being careful, but something about the movement pulls at the unforgiving skin, setting off my knee.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I say, panting.
He stops and leans in, whispering in my ear. “About to come? So soon?”
His dick inside me feels so good, but my knee is a fucking agony. This is not the good pleasure-pain. “No, no. Can you put my leg down?”
“Shit. Of course,” he says, gently lowering it. “Sorry, I thought back of the leg was okay to grab.”
“It is okay. Didn’t realize you pushing it in that direction would pull on my knee.”
“Do you want me to pull out?” he asks, already easing back, his hand on my hip.
I put my hand over his.Please don’t take away the one thing that feels good right now.“No, just give me a moment.”
“Okay.” He kisses my shoulder and rubs my chest.
“Keep doing that. It’s helping.” As I relax into his touch, the pulling sensation on my knee releases, but I’ve lost my momentum and Odd is starting to go soft.
“I’m sorry,” I say, mourning the loss of that beautiful stretch and bitterly disappointed that I couldn’t give him what he wanted.
“What are you talking about? I’m the one who grabbed you wrong. Where is your pain level?”
“I’m pretty much back at baseline.” Pain-free is not an option for me. The more I think about it, the more discouraged I get. “Maybe we can try again later?”
“Of course,” he says, slipping free of me. I slide to my back, and he hovers on his side, running his hands up and down my chest. “Can I kiss you?”
I nod, closing my eyes. He’s shown me in so many ways that his feelings are genuine, but I’m battling the voices in my head. The ones that tell me to let him go so he’s free to love someone who doesn’t have all of this baggage.
My eyes still closed, I shiver as he lightly strokes my forehead, then my cheeks, then my jaw line. “Whatever story you’re telling yourself in here,” he says, tapping my temple. “Whatever thoughts are causing this sadness on your face…those are lies. We’re just learning each other, that’s it. It’s really not that big a sacrifice to figure out ways to satisfy you, to avoid hurting you. I’m not turned off at all.”
I scoff, looking down at his cock. “Tell your little friend that.”
He opens his mouth, hand to his chest. “How dare you, sir. How dare you call this glorious memberlittleright after I nearly split you in two with it. Theaudacity.”
I open my eyes into slits, glancing over at him. His smile brightens when he catches me looking, and I can’t help the laugh that rumbles in my chest. “You ain’t right.”
“I’m telling you, it’s the Anders effect. I have never been right, but he is so far beyond the pale that I look normal in comparison. You didn’t get thenormalbrother; you got the slightly less insane brother.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I think he might be onto something.
“For the love of God, please never mention your brother in the context of sex ever again. My penis, such as it is, would roll itself back up into my body.”
“Oh no! We can’t have that happen!” he exclaims, rounding his eyes as he comes toward me for another kiss.
“Seriously, you’re a little weird.”
“Well, with a name like Odd…”
I open my eyes fully, just to be able to narrow them at him. “You said that was a normal name in Norway. Like a common, typical name.”
“It is. But do you think my parents didn’t know what it means in English? Anders and I were born here in America.”
