“Changed my mind.”
I laughed and kissed my way back up his body. When our mouths met, he kissed me like he was trying to climb inside me—desperate, consuming. His hand found my cock through my boxers and squeezed, and my hips jerked forward without permission.
“Off,” he said, tugging at the fabric. “I want to feel you.”
I kicked them off. When we pressed together, skin to skin, we both went still.
“Oh.” His breath caught.
“Yeah.”
I rolled my hips, and he moved with me—finding a rhythm, chasing friction. His hands mapped my back, my shoulders, pulled me closer like he couldn’t get enough.
“I want—” He shifted underneath me, spreading his legs wider. “Can we?—”
“Tell me.”
“You. Inside me.” The words came out rough, his cheeks flushed. “I want to feel you.”
I kissed him hard, then made myself pull away. Nightstand drawer. Condoms, lube— I’d bought them weeks ago, shoved them behind old notebooks, tried not to think about what I was hoping for. My hands shook as I got the bottle open.
“Breathe,” Tanner said, watching me. “I’m the virgin here.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m not nervous.”
His expression softened. “I know.”
I settled between his legs and slicked my fingers. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
“I will.”
I pressed one finger inside, felt him tense, then relax. His eyes fluttered closed.
“More,” he managed.
I gave him more. Worked him open with patience I didn’t know I had, watching his face for pain and finding only desire. When I crooked my fingers, searching, he nearly came off the bed.
“There—” His voice shattered. “Right there, don’t stop?—”
I didn’t stop. Kept working that spot, adding a third finger, feeling him stretch and relax around me. He whimpered—pain at first, then something else entirely, his expression going slack with pleasure.
“Please.” The word was wrecked. “Seth, I need?—”
Rolling on the condom took too long. My hands wouldn’t cooperate. Tanner watched me with heavy eyes, one hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly.
“Hurry up.”
“Patience.”
“Fuck patience.”
I lined up and pushed in, inch by inch. His breath caught, held, then released on a moan that made me clench my jaw to keep from losing it. He was tight, hot, perfect.
“Okay?” I managed.
“Move.” His legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Please move.”
I moved.
