“Sensitive?” Rusty asked softly, looking up to meet Blake’s eyes.
Blake nodded. “A little. I’ll be fine,” he said.
“‘Course you will,” Rusty beamed at him. “I’ll take care of you.”
Blake believed that. Rusty was loud and brash and seemed to be incapable of taking anything seriously, but Blake knew he’d treat him well. Rusty was one of the good guys.
It was a shame he was going home in a few days.
Blake spread his legs wider as Rusty shoved his finger further inside, rocking it in and out, twisting to ease Blake’s stubborn, nervous muscles. It was working. Warmth settled over Blake’s body, radiating out from deep in his belly, the pleasure of having Rusty’s finger inside him overriding the strangeness of it.
Rusty’s other hand rested on his hip, holding him in place as he squirmed and gasped, wanting more before he was even used to what he already had. Blake’s body was getting the idea quickly, it was just his mind that needed the encouragement.
“More?” Rusty asked, lining a second finger up against Blake’s hole.
Blake nodded eagerly. He wanted more. He wanted everything Rusty was willing to give him.
Blake’s back arched away from the mattress as Rusty shoved a second finger inside him, sparks of pleasure bouncing all the way down his spine, his cock leaking onto his stomach again.
Rusty made a soft noise of approval that went straight to Blake’s cock.
“So responsive,” Rusty purred. “You’re gorgeous. Perfect.”
Blake’s neck prickled as blood rushed to it, making him blush all the way from his collarbones to the tips of his ears.Perfect. No one had ever called him that before.
“You too,” he mumbled, in awe that Rusty had looked twice at him at all. He was socool, and so hot, and Blake didn’t understand how he’d caught his attention, but he wasn’t about to complain. Rusty’s attention was almost better than sex.
Almost. Sex was turning out to be pretty awesome.
“I could do this to you all day,” Rusty said, looking him up and down.
“I want your cock,” Blake responded, surprising himself again.
He did want Rusty’s cock, though. If his fingers felt this good, ithadto be better.
“You feel ready?” Rusty asked, wetting his lips. Blake could see that he was eager, too. That he wanted to be inside him.
He hoped he’d feel as good for Rusty as he was positive Rusty would for him.
Blake didn’t know if he was ready, but there was really only one way to find out. “When you are,” he said.
Rusty paused, looking him up and down again, and then slid his fingers almost all the way out. Blake held his breath in anticipation, his heart pounding at the thought of finally getting Rusty’s cock.
Rusty shoved his fingers back inside, three of them this time, and Blake’s brain shorted out for a split second, his ears ringing as the breath was knocked out of him. He gasped for air, his lungs burning from the shock, precome pooling on his belly as his cock leaked freely.
He bit down on his lip, willing himself not to come from this. Rusty had brushed something inside him that he assumed was his prostate, and between the sudden jolt of pleasure and the intense fullness of having three fingers all the way inside him, he was right on the edge.
There was no way he wanted to come before he’d had a chance to feel Rusty’s cock. He’d waited too long for this to stumble just as he was about to get it.
Rusty laughed, pulling his fingers out slowly, making Blake hiss at the loss.
He wasn’t above begging. Not if that was what it took. He needed Rusty, and he needed himnow.
Rusty shifted his position, lifting Blake’s thigh up, pushing it back as he lined himself up. Blake gasped as the head of Rusty’s cock brushed against his oversensitive hole, a rush of arousal making him squirm all over again.
“Think you can get your knee over my shoulder?” Rusty asked, bending forward.
It was Blake’s turn to grin now. He swung his leg over Rusty’s shoulder easily, bending the other leg so that his knee was tucked over Rusty’s hip.
