“Listen.” I reached up and pressed my palm against his mouth so he’d stop talking. “I love that you have Grayson for this.”
“And the internet,” he mumbled around my hand.
“And the internet. But let’s make this between you and me right now, okay?”
His breath puffed hot against my palm and he nodded quickly, grabbing the lube like that was all the permission he needed to go to town on me.
“Since you’re already down here, I can go first if you want?”
I did want.
“Slow, though,” I warned.
“Prep first,” Wesley said, pouring some of the lube on his fingers. He rearranged himself, using his shoulders to spread my legs wider. I was tense, nothing more than a body full of nerves, but instead of penetration, Wesley kissed me.
He slanted our mouths together and licked his way past my lips, kissing me until I was mindless over it. Then, and only then, did I feel the cold press of one of his fingers between my ass cheeks.
“Don’t stop.” He sighed the request against my mouth, returning his attention to kissing me until I was desperate for him. The patience he demonstrated far outlasted mine, and I was a breath away from telling him I was ready when the tip of his finger eased into my tight hole. My muscles constricted, fighting against him, but Wesley was relentless. He used his body to kiss me, easing the length of one finger past the tense ring of muscle that had fought to keep him out.
The intrusion, though slim, was uncomfortable. But when he pulled back to withdraw, fireworks sparked off on the backs of my eyelids. I arched against him, a moan falling out of my mouth and landing on his lips. He leaned back and stared down at me, one hand braced beside my head for leverage. At the sound, he nodded and pressed his finger back in.
Wesley’s eyes were nearly black as he scanned my face, working my hole with one long, slick finger. Again, he brought me to the edge of begging for more and then an unexpected pressure as he fought to get two of his fingers into me. It was a completely different sensation to have that much of him inside and I had no clue how I was going to fit a whole cock up there. The logistics of it seemed dubious at best, but then the tips of Wesley’s fingers pressed against my prostate.
Like a shock to my system, I groaned, spreading my legs wider and inviting him in. He kissed me still, with the same level of care and patience he’d started with, and I had no idea how he managed it. My cock throbbed and leaked against my stomach, Wesley’s pressing like a hot iron into the side of my leg. There was no way I’d get a chance to do the same to him after we were done because I’d have been impressed if I didn’t come as soon as he pushed his dick into me for the first time.
“How does it feel?” he asked, tracing the shape of my mouth with his tongue.
“Really good.” Sweat had beaded against my temples, slicking down into my ears. The back of my head was wet against the pillow, and it was near impossible for me to keep my eyes open. Any other situation, I’d have come long ago, but I fought to hold out so I could feel him.
Iwasready.
“Your cock is so hard,” he whispered, shifting around and sitting up. He took my erection into his free hand while still scissoring his two fingers in and out of my hole. A shiver tore through me so violently that I rose off the bed and smacked his hand away.
“That’s a bit much for now,” I warned. “If you want me later, I mean.”
“I can wait until the morning.” He smiled down at me, easing his fingers back around my dick. “This is more than enough for now. Honestly, you should see yourself.”
“I’d rather not.” Uninterested in making him stop, I shoved my hair away from my face. I knew I had to be a sweaty and flushed mess. I didn’t know how he found it attractive, and I didn’t dare ask.
“Do you think you’re ready?”
He thankfully released my cock and picked up the condom from the bed. Bringing the wrapper to his mouth, he tore it open with his teeth and pulled out the small piece of latex. With his left hand, he managed to roll the length down his cock and slick himself with more lube. The sheets were going to be a disaster in the morning, but I didn’t have it in me to care.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I told him.
He pulled his fingers out and shifted slightly, teasing my stretched hole with the tip of his cock.
“I want you to come,” he said, staring down at me with his brows furrowed. The look on his face was so serious it made me think he was taking a test or stumbling through a job interview, not getting ready to take both of our virginities.
“I’m sure I will,” I promised.
“No.” He shook his head. “I mean, I just…if it feels good, I want you to come. Don’t worry about when I come. We can deal with all of that later.”
I nodded my agreement, and his throat flushed pink.
“Not that I think I’m going to last that long anyway,” he went on, his constant babble slurring together as he stared down at the place where his cock tried to go. “Your ass was really hot and tight on my hand. I can’t imagine…”
“Then don’t.” I grabbed his face and pulled him closer, changing the angle. The head of his dick pushed against my muscles and I grunted, trying to relax and make room for him.
