Getting him nice and wet, my tongue leaves no area untouched. It’s messy, filthy, and it’s better than every wet dream I’ve ever had. A bolt of heat rolls down my spine, settling deep in my groin, and my heart is pounding powerfully as I squirt a glob of the cool gel onto my finger before bringing it to Gentry’s entrance. Using the pad of my index finger, I massage the area lightly before applying a little pressure.
Gentry sucks in a breath as I slip past the muscle. His body tenses, and he releases the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard as his head drops back. Slowly and carefully, I inch my way farther in while replacing his hand on his cock with mine. He throbs against my palm, the tip glistening with his arousal.
“That’s it, daddy,” I breathe out. “You doin’ okay?”
He nods, his eyes black orbs as he chews on his bottom lip.
I continue to work him open while stroking him to the same rhythm. One digit quickly becomes two, and his eyes roll back as soon as I graze that sweet spot deep inside him. My entire body lights up for him.
“Fuck,” he moans. His hips rock back and forth, like he’s desperate for more on both ends. I’m not sure if he even realizes he’s doing it.
“You like my fingers fucking you like this, daddy?”
A groan rumbles from his chest. “Yes, but I want more.”
My cock throbs. I can hardly take it. “Oh, yeah? More what?”
I have an idea about what he’s looking for, but I’m going to need him to spell it out. Can’t go getting my hopes up.
“I needyou, Remington.”
Fuck.
Holy shit.
Fuck.
There it is.
I nearly come from those four words alone. Add in the rough edge to his tone, how it’s dripping with sex… I’m a fucking goner.
Heart thrashing, I add a third finger to the mix, stretching and prepping him. His legs quiver. “You’re sure?” I ask.
“Yes, Remington, I’m sure.Please.”
A smirk tugs at my mouth as I climb off the bed. “Well, who am I to deny you want you really want?”
Grabbing the condom I stored in my pocket for tonight, I toss it onto the bed before reaching behind my head and tugging off my t-shirt. Gentry’s gaze is burning as he watches me remove my jeans next. He’s stroking his cock again, the sight wanton. My body is on fire, my skin tingling, as I shove my briefs down and step out of them. Climbing back onto the bed, I grab the condom and rip the foil open with my teeth.
As I roll it onto my stiff, aching cock, I say, “I’ll go slow, but if it’s too much, please tell me.”
Gentry’s nervous. It’s in his eyes, in the way his hands grip the bedsheet beneath him. He nods. “I will.”
I’m overwhelmed in the best way as I position myself between his thighs again. Grabbing the lube, I lather myself before spreading more on him. We share a look, our eyes saying everything our mouths can’t. Or at least, mine does. I want, so badly, to make this good for him. He’s giving me so much, putting an enormous amount of trust in me. I can’t fuck that up. Lining myself up to Gentry’s entrance, I drag in a deep breath, my heart clear in my throat. His legs circle my waist, and my stomach flutters at the look in his eyes as he peers up at me.
“Ready?” I ask.
He nods once, never once looking away. “I’m ready.”
This is it.
I’ve dreamt about this for years, and it’s finally going to happen.
Let’s hope I don’t bust the second I’m inside.
Twenty-Three
Gentry
