Fuck. Fuck.
How was it so different whenit was someone else’s hand?
“Shh,” Fox soothed. “Easy,darling. You can take it. You’ve done it before.”
I hadn’t realized howtense I was until Fox said that. Everything between my bellybutton and my kneeshad tightened as soon as he pushed into me.
Closing my eyes, I took afew deep breaths, forcing myself to relax, feel the pressure of his finger butnot work against it, not clench around it.
“That’s the way,” Foxencouraged as I felt my body relax, slipping just a little further inside me. “I’dnever hurt you. Not for all the tea in China.”
I snorted at that. Trust Foxto swear ontea.
“Good boy,” he said, pressinga kiss to my raised knee just as I opened my eyes again. I caught his gaze andheld it as he eased the first finger all the way in, rocking it back and forthslowly. “How’s that feel?”
I nodded, letting out abreath I’dbeen holding, and spread my legs a little further apart. It felt good. Strange,completely new in ways I hadn’t expected, butgood.
“See?” Fox said. “Absolutelynothing to worry about. Just like doing it yourself, except half the work.”
“Have you ever, umm…?” Iasked, curiosity getting the better of me again.
Fox laughed. “I’ve been on theother end of this, yeah. You’d laugh if you’d seen me on hands and knees,gripping the headboard for dear life and begging for more.”
The way my cock twitchedimplied that I wouldn’t so much have beenlaughingas drooling. Iloved the idea of switching positions with Fox. Not now, but maybe sometime.
“You like the sound of that,”Fox said, smiling down at me. “Behind that angelic face there’s a genuinepervert hiding in the background, isn’t there?”
“I just—ah—” I squirmed asFox pulled his finger almost all the way out, pushing a second one up againstme. “I don’t get to—oh—”two fingers, two fingers,“do this—fuck—”how was this somuch better than doing it myself?“a lot?”
Fox chuckled again, rockingthe two fingers inside me back and forth, deliberately avoiding my prostatewith a smug little smile on his face that I loved too much to be mad about.
“Funny, I feel like we’vebeen doing it a lot this week,” he said, andfuck, okay, not avoiding theprostate anymore.
I wanted to respond, really,but the way stars were bursting in front of my eyes and my lungs were burningfor air made it a little hard. There were all kinds of clever things I couldhave said, but none of them seemed as important to my tongue or mouth orbrainas moaning a loud, broken moan that echoed off my bedroom walls and in my earsas Fox shoved both fingers in to the hilt, my back arching off the mattress atthe sudden jolt of pleasure.
Precome trickled down thesoft, sensitive skin of my belly, and I could only imagine how wrecked I lookedright now. Lips bitten, hair mussed, face red, cock leaking.
And Fox was looking at me,his jewel-bright eyes shining like I was the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen.
Sex was so good. I wanted todo it all the time.
“Easy now,” Fox murmured. “You’rebeing so good. Just a little more.”
I bit down on my lip againas he added a third finger, the first half-second of stretch and burn almostnon-existent now, my bodymorethan ready to take whatever he wanted togive me. I needed this. I neededFox, inside me.
“Fox,” I whimpered,clenching around his fingers to hurry him along.
“Shh,” Fox stroked my thighwith his free hand, bending down to kiss my knee again. “I know, darling. Iknow. But it’s all for a good cause. Thegood causebeing makingsure you can sit down tomorrow.”
I didn’twantto sit downtomorrow, I wanted Fox to fuck me like he meant it.Now.
“Please,” I begged, rockingmy hips against him, sparks of pleasure exploding in the pit of my stomach. “Please, Fox.”
Now it was Fox’s turn to bitehis lip, throat working as he swallowed. “Hard to say no to you,” he confessed.“Very hard.”
My lips twitched into atiny, innocent smile. Iknewhe was weak for me, and I wasn’t afraid to takeadvantage of it.
Reaching out, I pushed hishand away carefully, gasping as his fingers slipped out all the way. Ireallyneeded his cock, now more than ever.
