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He slides the tip of his dick down the crack of my ass until it brushes my hole. It’s… different. Not just because nobody’s ever knocked on that door before. Sex in general is different with Lake. More intimate. More raw. More honest. More everything.
Just… more.
His palm slides over my back. Steady pressure pushes my chest down onto the bed. All the while, he keeps making those teasing passes over my hole until I’m not quite sure anymore if I’m apprehensive about this, or if I actually really want him to push inside.
“Ready?” he asks. “It’ll be a bit uncomfortable at first.”
I turn my head and aim a glare his way.
“Maybe just do it and don’t prepare me like I’m about to get colonoscopy?”
“Oh? You want me to just shove it in?” he asks with a roll of his eyes. “Now breathe.”
“Maybe also count to three while you’re at it,” I mutter, but the blunt head of his dick is pushing against my rim again, and it feels fucking weird, and I don’t plan to, but I tense. Even though I want him, and I want him to have me this way.
“Don’t think,” he says.
A snort of laughter escapes.
“You’re just full of good advice today.”
His palms wander over my back and sides, up and down, over and over again.
“Don’t think,” he repeats, softly this time, once I start to relax. “Just feel.”
I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
Focus on Lake’s touch. His lips against the base of my spine.
His hand is on my ass again, his body poised over my back. Lips by my ear.
“I’m gonna make it good for you,” he murmurs. “I promise.”
He starts to push in slowly. A constant, steady pressure that forces my body to open for him.
The not thinking and just feeling plan goes to shit, because what I feel is that it burns. I think I’m supposed to relax. I think it’s supposed to make it easier. But I have no clue how a person is supposed to relax when it feels like somebody’s trying to shove a baseball bat up his ass.
Lake holds very still. The tips of his fingers dig into my hips. The only sound he makes is the harsh breath he blows out. He moves the tiniest bit farther, and I hiss, and I’m not sure I can fucking do this because this is definitely too much. I feel both hot and cold and in over my head and just. Fucking. Too. Much.
“Push out,” Lake says. He slides his palm down my back to my ass, gripping the cheek. “Fucking hell, Ryk,” he gasps. “I want to live inside you.”
It’s because he sounds wrecked in a way I’ve never heard him sound before that I follow the order. Lake lets out a spree of curses while he sinks deeper inside me.
I grip the sheets. He pulls back the tiniest bit and pushes in a little deeper. Pulls back again. And pushes deeper. Rocks into me slowly until the burn starts to fade, replaced by something else.
I still won’t say it’s good.
It’s… different.
The main draw of this thing is still the guttural edge of bliss in Lake’s voice. It feeds the curiosity. It feeds the need to make him sound just like this above me. It makes me spread my legs wider. Makes me tighten my muscles and clench my ass.
Lake groans and sinks deeper until his hips are flush against my ass. He curls over me, lips against my nape, and holds still, letting me adjust. His hand searches out my cock and wraps around it, giving it a slow tug.
Small sparks of pleasure gather at the base of my spine like a promise of something good to come. With every stroke of Lake’s palm, the sparks multiply.
He moves his hips backward slowly until just the tip of his cock is inside me. And sinks back inside with one smooth, slow glide and another of those guttural groans that make goose bumps appear on my skin. The obvious pleasure in his voice creates even more sparks until my skin is prickling with them.
I swallow hard.
