The mattress shifted as he added his weight, but when I tried to turn over to face him, his hands held me down.
“Oh, no, you’re mine, hockey star. I want you like that for now. It’s time you learned what everything feels like.”
Something about that both thrilled and frightened me.
What if I didn’t like whatever he had planned?
What if this was all too much?
What if—
“Oh, God!” was all my brain came up with as Jacks’s hands parted my butt cheeks and his tonguelapped a line up my crack. My hole clenched so hard and fast I thought it might’ve clipped the tip of his tongue.
“Just relax,” Jacks crooned. “Let me take care of you.”
Relax? How the hell did you relax an asshole? My mind spun but couldn’t come up with a single answer.
He licked again, and I forgot the question.
By the time his tongue made it past my entrance, I was wholly his. Whatever he wanted to do next, I was game. I wanted everything.
Then he slipped a saliva-slickened finger inside me, to the first knuckle, and I was pretty sure my soul left my body.
“Oh fucking shit, that hurts.”
Jacks chuckled. With his not-in-my-ass hand, he slapped my butt cheek.
“That’s barely a finger. Relax, babe. I’ve got you.”
“Babe” was the only word I heard. My heart soared.
Then his finger slipped all the way in and—
“OW! Oh, shit! Oh . . . shit. Oh, fucking shit. Fucking . . . hell . . . Jacks, fuck me. Please.”
A second finger pressed against me. I couldn’t stop the flinch—or the clench.
“Easy, babe. Relax. Trustme.”
“Says the guy shoving fingers up my ass.”
He leaned down and kissed my back. “Yeah, I’m that guy.” Then he wiggled the finger already buried inside me, and it hit something—
“Jesus! What the hell? Jacks, do that again!”
The second finger slipped in before I could take a good breath. Then both fingers found that same spot. A shiver swept my body so fast and hard. It felt like every part of me had been lit on fire or shocked with electricity.
He pulled back slowly, twisted his fingers, then slid them deeper.
The wave slammed into me again.
“Fuck, Jacks!”
Again and again and again and again.
I couldn’t think or breathe or . . . shit . . . nothing mattered but Jacks and his magic fingers. I gripped the pillow, my arms tensed and flexed, as every muscle I had drew taut.
“Do you have any lube?”
