A moan has me backing out of my thoughts. Alex is slicking up his cock with nice long strokes… and fuuuck, I know where this is going. But if this is what he needs, then I’m willing to give it to him. I’ll submit. I’ll give him anything.
For God’s sake… I love him.
Lube trickles down my ass, sending a shiver racing through my body as cool liquid slides over my hole.
I breathe in deeply. “You need to stretch me, baby.”
It’s the first time I’ve ever called himbaby. I’m hoping it softens him, slows him down—gives me just a little bit of ground to stand on.
But all I get is silence.
Until slick fingers slide across my skin, over my hole, and onto my balls. He cups them gently in his palm. But I can feel his nervousness in his touch—hesitant, unsure, as if he’s afraid one wrong move might break me. Little does he know, Ilovehaving my balls played with.
I let him know this by humming softly as he rolls them around in his palm. It feels fucking fantastic.
He pulls lightly on my sac, then fondles them again before skimming his fingers along my taint and right back over to my hole. I clench when he circles my entrance with a nervous finger.
At this point, I’m not sure who’s more nervous, me or him?
A finger slips in, and I let out a tense moan.
“Alex—”
“Don’t speak, Elijah.”
Oh god.
He pushes a second finger inside, this time with more bravery than the first. I hold my breath as he spreads his fingers, twists his wrist, and explores. Acquainting himself with my most private area.
I focus solely on breathing.
In. Out. In. Out.
It’s the only thing I have control of.
A third finger joins the other two, andholy hell. I exhale loudly, more like a warning than a breath.
It doesn’t stop him.
But it registers.
He slows down. Fingers fucking me with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. Certainly not after our rough beginning.
I close my eyes and lean into the feel of them stretching me, bending and curling, caressing, until…
“Jeeesus. Fuuck.”
…he meets my prostate.
I push back on his fingers, seeking more of that thrill I’ve long since forgotten.
But then…
“I’m going to fuck you,” he sneers, slipping his fingers out from my ass, and in that split second—I’m back to clenching.
Sweat beads across my skin. Panic dives into my chest. I hold my breath when I feel his heavily-lubed dick drag over my tightpucker. His plump crown sits against my rim, slick and warm, and I mentally tell myself to relax. To breathe. To…
Goddamnit.
