He nods. “It was. Even cuddling was awkward.”
“The first time you pressed your dick to my thigh when we were cuddling? That was a weird fucking feeling.”
Etna laughs quietly. “We don’thaveto do this, Keno. If you’re not ready?—”
“No, I am,” I interrupt. “I’m just a little in my head. Try again.”
“You sure?”
“Yes. Put your dick in me. Hurry up.”
He smiles, nipping at my jaw. I’m convinced he was missing on purpose earlier even more when he lines his dick up withmy hole and starts to sink into me on the first try without any guidance at all. Little bitch.
“I just want it to be good,” I whisper, my arms tight around him. “I’m afraid that it won’t be.”
“I’m going to get offended that you’re questioning my sexual prowess.”
My eyes close as he hits the spot where I’d pushed him back a minute ago. My body tenses and he stops.
“Listen to me,” Etna murmurs. “You’ve liked everything we’ve done. I’ve liked everything we’ve done. I’m willing to bet blowjobs for the next month that you’re going to enjoy this, Keno.”
I press my face into Etna’s neck and force my legs to fall open. “Blowies for the next month, huh?”
“Mm-hmm. Relax. Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, slowly rocking inside me. Further. Further. I remember to breathe. “That’s it. This sweet, tight ass is all mine. Isn’t it?”
I nod.
“All mine. I’m going to enjoy it for the rest of our lives, Keno.” My breath catches and I groan. I’m not sure if it’s from his words or the fact he rocks his hips once more and bottoms out. My body burns. From pain? From discomfort? From pleasure? I’m not sure if the burning I feel is because of his dick in my ass or because I’m so fucking horny.
“The rest of our lives,” I whisper.
Etna hums.
“Etna?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Make love to me.”
His fingers dig into my skin. He shifts, his eyes meeting mine, and for a second, all we do is stare. Then his mouth is on mine.
I’d like to say this first time was all fireworks, orgasms, and magic. But as with most of our firsts, I think we laughed as much as we moaned.
I wouldn’t change it for anything.
CHAPTER 31
ETNA
Our first thoughtwas to divide and conquer. That strategy seemed to work well for us quite often. Half of our friends at Keno’s house, and the other half at mine. We’d have both houses packed by the end of the day.
But then we thought about more hands making light work. So, we’re starting at my house and packing the entire fucking thing into the metal container in the driveway, then heading to Keno’s house to do the same.
My house was already half packed, and most of the furniture is staying. Even the big television in the living room. There’s something to be said about selling a house and not having to take the furniture or appliances. That’s how I moved in, and it was amazingly easy to get settled when I didn’t have to worry about purchasing furniture.
I have very few pieces I take with me from house to house. All of them are family heirlooms. Otherwise, it’s just personal belongings and aesthetics. However, as I was bringing the guys through the house and telling them which pieces needed to go, I realized I’d barely personalized my home at all.
I have a feeling we’re going to run into the same thing at Keno’s. Even though we spent most of our time there, themajority of the things we bought were practical or for outdoor play. Are there even any paintings on the walls? Any artwork or photographs at all? Something tells me there aren’t.
