“It’s your finger, Eddie, not your fist.” I snorted, but then a thought occurred to me. “Uh, be careful. No accidents, all right?”
He laughed and the sound worked its way to my bones. Everything about him was happy and pleasant. I missed this. “I’ll make sure it’s left as one hole.”
“I’d appreciate it.” I shot him a grin over my shoulder before I focused on the mirror again. The flush on my cheek deepened as he added a second finger. I brushed my blond hair out of my face and tilted my head so it wouldn’t get in the way. Hunger ate at my insides, the slit of my dick leaking and ready for action.
He kissed across my back as he stretched me, carefully adding a third finger before I made a noise of irritation.
“For fuck’s sake, Eddie. You’re not digging for gold. Just get inside me.” I pressed my lips together to contain a needy whine. Sex had always been a means to an end. The desperation that built in my chest and made the butterflies go crazy in the depths of my stomach had everything to do with Eddie. He made me feel safe. At home.
“Sorry, sorry.” He retreated and the tearing of the condom wrapper met my ears, causing me to groan.
I dropped my heated forehead onto the cool mirror, eyes screwed shut as I tried, and failed, to slow my heaving chest.
“Look at you.” The praise in Eddie’s voice made my heart flutter. “So fucking hot. Here.” He dragged me up so I wasn’t pressed against the mirror.
I opened my eyes to absorb our reflections.
He kissed my cheek and nuzzled my ear. The blunt head of his dick pressed against my hole. “So fucking beautiful. Perfect. Stunning. Whatever other synonyms there are in the English language, that’s what you are. These—” He stroked his finger over my scars.
Even though I couldn’t feel his touch the way I could everywhere else, the sensation of pressure ghosted across my skin. My nerves buzzed with need.
“—are you, and Tyler, you mean the world to me. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
I huffed and stared at him through the mirror. Smiling, I waggled my eyebrows. “Make it better with your dick in my ass.”
He chuckled, eyes lighting up as he shook his head. “So impatient.”
I swatted at him, but he grabbed my leg as he dodged, and we both nearly toppled onto the mirror. It was my quick thinking—slapping a hand on either side—that stopped me from getting a face full of glass.
“Shit,” he mumbled.
“Eddie, I have a mirror under me. Can we not mess around?” I shot him a grin and wriggled my ass. “And get to the action.”
He hummed. “I’m trying to show you how beautiful you are.” The teasing lilt of his voice made me shake my head.
“I’m so hot. Sexy as fuck. Now stick your dick inside me?” I shot him a wicked grin over my shoulder.
His hand came down on my asscheek, and I gasped, pleasure slicing through me and landing straight in my balls. Heat spiraled into my stomach. My dick jerked, precum beading at my slit.
“Oh fuck.” I stared down at myself in the mirror, taking in the way my length bobbed and how a drop of precum landed on the reflection. My cheek was flushed, and the red bled down to my neck and chest. I was wrecked and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.
Thesnickof the lube bottle sent a shiver down my spine, and then the head of his dick was back at my hole, slicker than before. I spread my legs farther. From this angle I was able to see his dick as he lined himself up and pressed inside. The tip stretched my hole, and the sting was a pleasant sensation that shot through me.
He pushed slowly. The reflection laid bare the concentration on his face as he gripped my hips. He was taking it carefully, as if he didn’t want to hurt me. Or maybe didn’t want to come too soon? But I was on the edge and didn’t care if he busted his nut the moment he hit balls deep. I needed him inside me and thrusting, filling me completely.
I rocked my hips back to meet him, and he cursed as he went all the way in, the head of his dick slamming into my prostate. I whimpered as a zip of pleasure tore through me. A full-body tremble followed. I nearly lost my balance, but Eddie curled his arm around my waist to keep me upright.
“You feel so good. Fuck, just give me a second.” He pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades, breathing heavily as he stayed still, and I smiled because I was the reason he was that way. It was my hole that had him so close to orgasming.
“Am I tight?” I teased, staring at my flushed face in the mirror.
“An iron grip,” he moaned.
“Don’t hold back.” I caressed his hand that laid on my abs. “Fuck me. Come. I don’t care. Please move. I need you to move. Show me how beautiful you think I am.”
He cursed louder and laid a kiss on my upper back before he pulled away and cradled my hips in his firm hands again. He used his hold as leverage while he pulled out gently before slamming back in with enough force to send my face flying toward the mirror again. I saved myself at the last second.
Desperation was part of every move Eddie made. He hammered into me, his dick banging my prostate like a drum. The sight of his movements in the reflection only made the entire thing sexier. I couldn’t tear my attention away from the expressions we were making, pure bliss taking over our faces. I didn’t know what was hotter—his parted mouth, the flush on his cheeks, or the way he scrunched his eyes shut every so often like he couldn’t believe how good it felt. I did that to him.
