If I’d been even one percent less committed to the endeavor than I had been, I’d have run for the fucking hills.
But the experience with Fenn was not a damn thing like Toby had described. Nothing felt strange, there was absolutely no pain or discomfort, orinvasion. I was floating, and blissful, and…
“Oh! Okay, wait. Hold the phone!” I sucked in a breath, and my eyes, which had somehow fallen closed, poppedwideas soon as his first finger passed inside me.That burned. It wasn’t terrible, exactly, just… unusual. It was hard to overcome my instincts to squirm away, even though I understood the mechanics.
“Shhhh,” Fenn said, his eyes hot on mine. “Relax. Stop thinking and feel it, Mason. Feel me.”
Looking in those eyes made everything better. From the first moment we’d met, Fenn Reardon had hypnotized me, made me feel things I didn’t want to feel, allowed me to want things I hadn’t known I could want, so it was no real shock that he made this good, too.
One finger became two and then three. My legs were spread wide, and I was rocking and keening and biting my lip, loving the way he felt sliding in and out of me. He twisted his fingers to touch my prostate and—hallelujah!—my entire body lit up from the inside.
“H-h-holyfuck,Fenn.”
He withdrew his fingers slowly, then pushed my legs back to my chest.
“You are—” He broke off with a sharp inhale. “The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
The look in his eyes was so intense I felt drunk with it. Euphoric. I smiled, and he smiled back in perfect understanding. Then he pushed my legs back further and leaned in to bite down on my ass.
“Hey!” I said with as much outrage as I could muster, which was to say none at all. “Why’d you stop?”
“I didn’t.” Fenn grabbed a condom box at random from the side table and rolled one on. “I’m just getting started.”
He poured more lube on his cock, then pushed my right knee back even further with one hand while the other gripped the base of his dick, guiding it to my opening. He lifted his face, harsh with tension, and our eyes met.
“Oh, hell, yes,” I said, just in case he was waiting for permission, and my eyes fluttered shut as he began to push and I pushed back…
And, okay… motherfucker. I blew out a breath. That was unpleasant. “This isn’t gonna—fuck. Fenn, I don’t think—”
“Baby,” Fenn said, voice tight as he leaned forward, opening me further. “Stopthinking. Just for now. Look at me.”
Looking at him was always my favorite thing to do. His face was absolutelycontortedwith pleasure, which mademefeel pleasure. His cheeks were pink beneath his stubble, his lips bright red from kissing, and every muscle in his arms strained as he held himself over me.
And thoseeyes… Blue as the sky. Blue as theocean. Deep, drowning blue. Fenn’s eyes had captivated me from the first day we’d met in a way I knew would never change. Right then, those eyes were glued to me like I was the single most important thing in the universe, and I thought if I drowned in him right then, I wouldn’t mind at all.
I felt myself relaxing into the stretch, intoFenn, letting it happen, lettinggo, enjoying every second of the ride as he started to move inside me.
“Oh, God,” I moaned as he tagged my prostate again, making my cock jump against my torso. “There,there!Fuck me. Jesus. Harder, Fenn. Harder!”
“Shit,” Fenn moaned, snapping his hips with brutal force that felt so much better inside me than I’d ever imagined. “Nowyou start with the dirty talk? Christ, Mason. What happened toyou know? What happened tothat thing?”
I pushed my head back into the mattress and tried to lift my legs even higher. “I need you to dothat thing, Fenn, exactly the way you’re doing it—” I broke off in a low whine as he tagged my prostateone-two-threetimes at just the right angle. “And then I’m gonnayou knowall over both of us.”
“God,” he said. “You are un-fucking-believable. Touch yourself, Mason. Come on! Let me see you come.”
Ifeltunbelievable. Completely myself, totally confident, and…fuck. It was so incrediblyrightthat Fenn was the only person who’d ever been like this with me, I had to bite my lip against all the promises that wanted to come spewing out of my mouth with every jerk of my hand.
I loved Fenn Reardon. Loved him. And if this wasn’t the kind of love that poets rhymed about, then I didn’t wanna know what more there was than this. My heart would be unable to hold it.
I screamed his name as I came all overbothof our stomachs in lava-hot splashes.
“So hot,” Fenn chanted. “So perfect.” He snarled and came down on his forearms over me, and I wrapped my legs around him as he moved faster and faster and then chased me over the edge.
“Is it weird to think,” I panted sometime later, my arms and legs spread-eagle on the bed, my eyes on the ceiling, and a pleasant throb in my ass, “that if your uncle wasn’t a manipulative asshole, this would never have happened?”
Fenn, who hadn’t had energy to do more than tie off the condom and drop it to the floor, groaned from his sprawl half beside and half on top of me. He turned his head to the side so he could murmur against my ear. “Please. We have nothing to do with him. He was a manipulative asshole and itstillalmost didn’t happen. Not sure if you’re aware, but youkindagave me the impression you didn’t like me when we first met.”
I laughed freely, enjoying the way it made us rub up against one another. “Did I? Whereas you had nothing but positive thoughts about me from the very beginning?”
