“No,” he says firmly. “I’m good. I’m just glad I found out beforehand.”
Needing to explain myself, I stumble over my words. “It’s just—you’re the only—” God, I’mso stupid.
“It’s just what, Ant?” Erik prompts, his voice soft.
I let out a long breath, hoping this doesn’t ruin everything. “It’s just that you’re the only guy I feel safe with. I mean, I would probably do okay with one of Luca’s guys—”
“No fucking way,” he growls, pulling me in close.
I chuckle, running my fingers over his chest hair, then admit, “Doing this with you makes me feel a whole lot safer.”
“You have always and will always be safe with me,” he promises, more serious than I’ve ever heard him before, which is saying something.
“I know,” I say, palming his pretty abs.
Erik growls under his breath, then taps beneath my chin. “C’mere.”
I tilt my face up, and he adjusts, pulling me into a deep, searching kiss.
My first real kiss.
I melt into it, loving how he holds me in his protective embrace. I need more, though, so I push Erik back against the pillows. Widening my thighs as much as I can, I let out a grunt as I straddle his large frame.
“Fuck, you’re muscular,” he whispers, pulling me down for another breath-stealing kiss as he rolls his hips, stroking his cock against mine.
I peer down between us and nearly laugh. Even fully hard, mycompletely normal-sized cockis comically small against his enormous shaft. Maybe it’s fucked up, but I love how tiny he makes me feel, even in this.
Blindly reaching for the lube, he curses as he loses control of the slippery bottle. Laughing, I catch it before it flies off the bed and hand it to him.
He pours a generous amount of lube onto his hands, warming it before slicking his thick middle finger down the furrow of my ass.
Circling his fingertip around the puckered skin, his voice goes rough. “May I?”
Answering him with a kiss, I wonder if I’ve ever been asked permission for anything to do with my body.
Carefully, carefully he pushes his middle finger inside me. I clench, inhaling sharply, and he slows even more. Taking a few deep breaths, I let myself relax into the intrusion.
“There you go,” he whispers, his voice warm and encouraging.
After another moment, he adds another thick finger. I grunt as I reach for the lube, rubbing it between my palms as he continues to impale me. Rolling my hips, I grasp his heavy cock, slicking it as I twist my small hands around his enormous shaft and head. I squeeze our cocks together, loving the groans and Nordic curses I’m pulling from his body.
He pegs me to the rhythm of my hands, adding a decadent third finger. Not wanting to lose my nerve, I pull away and open the condom wrapper, rolling it down his considerable length.
“Fuck. You’re a thick boy,” I whisper.
He grunts, grabbing my hips and pressing his fingers into the soft flesh. Without stopping to overthink it, I reach for his cock and guide it to my hole. Sinking down, I wince as his fat head stretches my rim.
Fuuuuck.I should’ve let him prep me more, but the nerves would’ve gotten the better of me. Leaning forward, I rest my forehead on his chest, breathing through the pain as my cock softens.
I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.
He goes completely still, running his hands up and down my back as he whispers into my hair, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Am I too much?”
I shake my head, then reach up and kiss his jaw. “No, you’re perfect. I just need a minute.”
My voice is a little rougher than I anticipated, and he pulls his chin back, bringing a finger to wipe away a tear I didn’t know was there.
“You sure you’re okay?”
