I really don’t want to do this without prepping his hole more, but I’m choosing to believe he’ll tell me to stop if he isn’t enjoying it.
“Condoms?” I ask.
“I don’t have any. Haven’t needed them. I’ve never had sex with a guy, and the last girl I did anything with was a long,longtime ago.”
Works for me.
“I’m negative,” I confirm, although I don’t actually think he cares right now.
Squeezing ample lube into my right hand, I coat my shaft carefully so as not to set myself off. With my other hand, I swipe at some of the excess and tease his hole with two fingers just for good measure.
Again, I slip in with ease.
“You’re sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Pretty damn. Now will you hurry the fuck up?”
I’m glad he can’t see me smile at his impatience.
Now lubed and ready, I line my dick up and brace for what I’m positive is about to rearrange my brain chemistry.
“Ready?”
“I’vebeenready,” Stone replies.
I want to fire off a snarky comeback, but as soonas I’m pressing forward, and his body is welcoming me with open-fucking-arms, I snap my mouth shut.
My brain is short-circuiting.
I forget how to breathe.
Trying to keep myself in check, I stop moving, and with no warningAT ALL, Stone slams his hips backward, fucking himself on my cock.
“Jesus Christ, Stone!” I yell, gripping his hips to slow his movement.
He chokes out an honest-to-God sob, followed by, “Please.”
I rock forward and back slowly, the edges of my orgasm retreating slightly at his broken voice.
“Hey,shhhh. Tell me what’s wrong,” I beg while continuing to ride him.
“I…it’s…just don’t stop,” he whimpers, fisting his sheets for leverage as he pushes back against me again and again and again.
Chapter 27
Stone
I’m going out of my mind. I expected this to be far more awkward, embarrassing, painful, shameful…something. But with Hanlon behind me, all I can focus on is how fuckinggoodhe feels. Ineedhim to move faster, go deeper, tofuckme like he means it, but I know he’s afraid of hurting me.
So, I take matters into my own hands and thrust back against him, forcing him to fill me up.
He wants to know what’s wrong, but I can’t find the words to tell him how fuckingrightit feels.
I’ve never been this needy in my life. I’ve never needed anything more than the air in my lungs…until now. Right this second, if he doesn’t slam into me, I think I might die. I’m not sure if this is normal or if I’m broken or deranged orwhat, but there is no fear, only pureneed.
“Stone, you keep this up, and it’s going to be over in twenty seconds.”
“Fine,” I pant, timing my rhythm so that as he thrusts forward, I’m slamming my ass back against him.
