“Do you mind?”
“No. They’re sexy. You’re sexy.”
I gasp. “Keep doing that and talking like that, and I’ll come before you get inside me.”
“We can’t have that, can we?”
I shake my head.
He lies beside me, picks up the bottle of lube, and squirts some over his fingers. “Spread your legs for me and bend your knees.”
I do exactly as he asked. He kisses me, distracting me with his masterful tongue as he slips his hand between my legs. I shiver as his wet fingers trail down my taint and swirl around my arsehole.
“How does that feel?”
“So good.” I can barely speak for quivering.
He kisses me again, helping me to lose myself in him as he strokes the pad of his finger against my pucker.
My lips tear from his. “Oh, god, that feels amazing.”
“Have you ever played with your arsehole?”
I shake my head. Maybe I should have. I would have if I’d known it would feel so good.
“I want you to do me a favour,” Auggie says.
“What?”
“Take a deep breath and hold it.”
I inhale and press my lips together so the air trapped in my lungs can’t escape.
“Breathe out slowly.”
The moment I part my lips to release my breath, he pushes against my hole. My muscles resist at first, but then they give way, allowing his finger to slip inside me, and holy fuck, I never knew anything could feel so good. It’s the tip of his finger, but my muscles squeeze around it, and all of my nerve endings tingle in the most delightful way.
“Are you good?”
“Yes. It feels so nice.” My cheeks heat up, and I have an urge to cover my face. Am I embarrassed or overwhelmed?
“Want me to stop?”
“No. I want more. Please, Auggie.” I cover my face.
“Move your hands. I want to look into your eyes.”
How can I resist a request like that? I move my hands and use them to stroke his soft skin instead. Auggie takes his time pushing his finger deeper. It’s wonderful. Then his finger brushes over something inside me, and magic happens. I almost levitate off the damn bed. My cock jerks, and I swear I’m going to come. He releases the wonderful pressure, and the feeling subsides.
He chuckles against my lips. “That was your sweet spot.”
“My—?” Understanding dawns as my brain kicks into gear and reminds me of the things I learnt in biology. “My prostate?”
“Yes.”
“I had no idea it could feel so good. Your finger feels amazing.”
He’s slipping it back and forth now. It moves easily because it’s so wet, and I’m relaxed.
