“This isn’t going to work if you don’t relax,” I tell him.
“I’m trying,” he says. “I’m trying so hard, but I’m not used to having somethinginsideme.”
“Well, get used to it.” I chuckle and he takes a heavy breath, blowing it out slowly.
I add more lube, shoving my fingers in deep and scissoring them. Once he’s all loosened up, I ask, “You ready for the best feeling of your life?”
“Yes,” he answers.
I press down on his prostate and he nearly flies off the bed.
“Take it easy,” I say. “Come back here.”
“What the hell,” he breathes out. “That was…”
“Amazing?”
He looks at me over his shoulder, face flushed. “Do it again.”
I do. Over and over I stroke his prostate until he’s writhing and whining and begging me for more. Virgins were never my thing, but damn, seeing Austen like this is amazing.
“Do you want me to use a condom?” I ask.
“No fucking way.”
“Do you want to stay like this or turn on your back?”
He looks at me again. “Which is going to be better?”
“Personally, I think being on your back feels better, but—”
I don’t get to finish my words, he’s already turned over on his back, staring up at me. The sight of him like this… fuck. I’ll remember it forever.
I lean over him, pressing my hand beside his head and lean down to kiss him as I line up my dick with his needy hole.
“You ready?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he answers back.
Pushing forward, I go as slow as possible. Austen sucks in a breath. I kiss him, needing to taste him while I slide into him. His nails dig into me, and if I moved any slower, I wouldn’t be moving at all.
“You okay?” I ask. He nods, his lips parting just the slightest as his hands grip the edges of my hair at the nape of my neck.
“Fuck yes.”
I release my dick and grab onto his, stroking him slowly and go back to kissing him. He sucks in sharp breaths through his nose and moans deeply as his grip tightens on me.
“Cameron—” His voice is shaky, full of want and need.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to come already. I’m not even in you yet.”
He grips my wrist and stops me from touching him.
“Then stop that.”
I slide my hand up his stomach and pinch his nipple. His back bows from the back, causing me to slide even deeper into him.
“You’re so tight,” I say. “You feel so good.”
