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It was both turning me on and making me a little nervous that I was touching myself with Dan in the next room—that he could walk in and see me. But I couldn’t stop myself from shifting down until I was on my back and spreading my legs wider as I reached lower and ran a fingertip over my hole.

It twitched. I bit my lip as I circled it slowly, and there was an anxious tremor running through my limbs as I grabbed the lube and coated my fingers.

What would Dan say if he walked in and saw me doing this?

The thought made my cock buck as I reached back down and pressed a slick fingertip against my hole, biting my lip when a jolt of teasing pleasure shot through me. Pushing the comforter off me, I propped myself up on an elbow so I could watch as I slowly slid my finger inside.

I swallowed thickly, holding back a tiny sound. It felt good—not as good as when Dan did it, but when I dragged my finger back out, I heard myself gasp at the sensation before sinking it back inside. I did it again, then again, before slowly withdrawing with a shudder and lining up two fingers.

I bore down as I pushed them inside, my breath shuddering out of me at the fuller feeling. The lube made each glide slick and easy, with just enough friction. My cock was already leaking onto my belly, and I could feel myself getting flushed as my hips started to move in tiny thrusts, countering the movement of my fingers.

I winced a little when I crammed three inside, but I could feel my hole relaxing. The slick sound of me fucking myself filled the room, barely audible over my heartbeat pounding in my ears and the hectic breaths sawing from my mouth. I was gasping now, getting hot in the face as I tried to keep quiet, and I was so lost in what I was doing that I didn’t notice the shower had turned off.

“Goddamn, Rafe.”

Dan’s hoarse voice made me freeze with three fingers buried in my ass. Breathing fast, I looked over to see him standing at the bedroom door, his towel hanging from one hand and his cock rapidly stiffening as he stared at me.

“Don’t stop,” he rasped, dropping his towel and stroking his dick in a loose fist as he made his way toward the bed.

I swallowed thickly, shifting my fingers and gasping at the sensation. Dan knelt beside me and smoothed his big hand up my inner thigh, making me let out a strangled sound as I curled my fingertips to stroke my prostate.

He leaned down to press a kiss to my chest, then trailed his mouth lower to lick up the clear rivulet of pre-cum on my belly. My hips jerked when he slid his tongue over the tip of my cock, lapping at it.

“I want you to fuck me,” I rushed out, my breaths shallow. He groaned, drawing the head of my cock into his mouth for a slow suck. My teeth sank into my lower lip as I held back a whimper. “Dan, c’mon.”

He groaned again and lifted his head to look at me, eyes dark with arousal. “Are you sure, kitten?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” I tried to not sound too impatient as I pulled my fingers free and fumbled with the lube. Shifting unsteadily onto my knees, I reached down to slick up his cock as I crushed my mouth to his.

Dan groaned, immediately wrapping his arms around me. His hand slid down onto my ass before he ran his fingers between my cheeks and stroked my slick hole. I moaned pleadingly into his mouth when he crooked a finger and sank the tip inside, his cock pulsing in my fist.

“Fuck.” His breaths were shallowing as he tilted his head to plunge his tongue deeper, kissing me ravenously. With my free hand, I reached down and cupped his balls, still running my slippery fist up and down his cock. Dan grunted into my mouth, hips jerking. He pushed two fingers inside me, groaning helplessly when I accepted them with ease.

“Kitten.” He broke the kiss, breathing hard. “Are you sure—”

“Dan, I’m fucking sure.” I tried to lie back down and pull him on top of me, frantic now, but he stopped me.

“Hold on.” He looked a little dazed, and his cock was already drooling pre-cum as he shifted around and leaned back against the headboard. Grabbing my arm, he tugged me on top of him and crushed his mouth back to mine as I straddled his lap.

I moaned plaintively when I felt his stiff cock rubbing against my ass. Our tongues still thrusting together hungrily, I burrowed a hand between us to fumble with his cock, gripping the base and holding it steady while lifting my hips just enough to notch the tip against my hole.

When I started sinking down onto it, I broke the kiss to gasp, panting against his mouth. It felt huge. So much bigger than my fingers. My breath hitched when the head popped inside.

“Are you okay?” Dan immediately asked, voice gravelly. “Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt.” I shook my head, my free hand threading through Dan’s hair and gripping it tight.

Honestly, I had no idea if it hurt. I was too turned on and desperate to feel anything other than the sensation of his cock tunnelling inside me, making me feel so full. I slid my ass up and down his length in tiny thrusts, gradually taking more and more.

“Jesus,” Dan gritted out, his hands sliding up my thighs to splay over my ass and grip it tight. His head thudded back against the headboard. “Fuck, Rafe, you’re squeezing me so hard. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

“I’m sure.” I shuddered with pleasure when my ass finally met his hips, his cock fully embedded. Dan’s throat bobbed with a groan as he dug his fingers into my skin, hips twitching beneath me. I could tell he was forcing himself to stay still and give me time to adjust.

But I’d already adjusted. I was ready. So fucking ready. Taking his lips in another deep, breathless kiss, I rocked my hips and instantly moaned at the drag of his cock inside me.

Within seconds, I was riding him frantically. I kept my mouth fused to his like my life depended on it even as the kiss grew sloppy and uncoordinated, both of us breathing hard. Dan groaned hoarsely when I finally broke it to kiss my way down his neck, and he tilted his head to give me more room. I’d already discovered just how sensitive he was here, and I smoothed my tongue over his pulse point before gently scraping it with my teeth.

“Fuck.” His voice was strained and breathless, and his fingers tightened on my ass. “Rafe.”