He grinned and settled himself, kneeling between my thighs. He donned a condom over his very erect and sizable cock. Then he dribbled lube onto his fingers. He held my gaze.
I nodded.
He lazily trailed his fingers around my rim.
I squirmed.
He pressed a finger inside. Just one.
I adjusted to the odd sensation. Funny, I knew I liked guys, but I’d never done this to myself before.
He added a second finger. He scissored and worked at opening me up.
Taking deep breaths, I tried to stay loose. My erection curved up toward my belly and leaked a drip of precum.
Then he hit a spot inside me and my cock jerked. “Is that…?”
He grinned. “Prostate. Pretty freaking awesome, eh?” He brushed his finger over the spot several more times.
More precum leaked. “I don’t know how much longer I can take this.”
Slowly, he slid his fingers from me.
Instantly, I felt bereft. I might’ve whined.
He grinned, coated his cock with lube, then lined himself up at my entrance. “You ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” Which was the truth. I expected a bit of pain. I hoped for a moment of tenderness on his part.
In the end, I got both.
He was as gentle as could be as he pressed into me. His crown was large. I was untested. He had to grit his teeth as he worked inside me.
Then the pressure eased.
He grinned. “Slow and steady.”
“Sure.” I might’ve whined that.
As he promised, he’d press in a bit, then pull out a bit. Press in a bit farther. Pull out again. Over and over until he was finally seated. He caught my gaze.
I nodded.
“Good. Now, grab your cock.”
I hurried to obey.
“When I start thrusting, you jerk yourself, okay? I want you to come first. Ineedyou to come first.”
Not only could I obey, but the warmth of his gaze shot heat skittering through my veins. “Okay.”
A grin. “Then let’s do this.”
And so we did.
CHAPTER 9
Kellen
