“I’ve locked the door,” he said softly into my back. “So I think you should bend right over and take it like a good boy.”
Okay. I wanted to laugh, but at the same time?
“Not…a good boy,” I stuttered out.
“Oh, are you not?”
“Nope. I don’t need much prep, just get in there.”
“Fuck,” he huffed out behind me.
“Lube?” I asked.
“I have some… Wait.”
“Go.”
“Don’t move.”
Was I moving? Nope. I was trying to untangle myself from my trousers and get into a better position. Was this actually happening?
It was. Because here he was, lining up behind me, the sound of his zipper and flick of the cap. Kicking my foot to the side.
“Hold yourself open,” he growled out. “Fuck. So sexy.”
“Do it,” I demanded.
“Hottest arse ever.”
That was when I was supposed to say something back, but instead I rumbled out some weird sound as he pressed his dick against my hole. No stretch. No nothing. And… Fuck.
“You want this?” He was teasing. Gently pressing against my muscle.
“Do it. I like it, and I can take it.”
“Just going for it?”
“Yessss.”
I wasn’t joking when I said I liked it like this. Someone had done it once before, and yeah. I’d felt it for days, but… Oh God. Lube. Lots of it getting drizzled down my crack, his fingers smoothing it all out. And pressing inside of me. Sharp. The moan I let out was one I didn’t even bother holding back.
“Get inside me.”
“Oh, I will.”
“Do it.”
He did. And so, yes. Sometimes a bit of prep was great. At other times? I wanted this. Craved it. A hard push with a little pain and a shitload ofpressure. The stretch making my eyes water, but fuck, I wanted it. Needed it.
“Go hard,” I huffed out.
“I will,” he grunted back.
He pushed. I pushed back. My mouth forming words I couldn’t get out. His groin against my arse. His breaths were mere little puffs of air against my now bare back, where his hands were roaming my skin, pushing my shirt up around my neck.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he whispered. “So bloody hot.”
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, Fox. Fuck me.”
