He hummed like he wasn’t going to stop, the sensation going straight into my balls and nearly making me spill. But he grabbed the base of me and slowly pulled his mouth off.
“I have no idea why I like your cock in my mouth, but I sure as fuck do,” he said.
“I want you inside me, Doxx.”
He stood and leaned over me. “Oh, do you?”
“Yes, yes.” I leaned into him, and licked across his nipple. I could see him react to my tongue, so I reached up and tweaked the nipple I wasn’t licking. “Please.”
“You need to direct me, babe.” His hand rested against my cheek sweetly. “I know the basics, but I want you to tell me what to do, how you like it.”
“Do you want me to prep myself?” My voice was raspy and breathy.
“Oh, holy shit,” he managed. “No, no…not this time. I want to see that one day, but I want the whole thing, the whole you. I want to learn.”
How could I turn that down? Standing up, Maddox motioned for me to slide back up on the bed and get comfortable. I was so excited, I almost dumped myself off the bed. But Maddox caught me, and shoved me back, laughing.
“Hey, I’m not going anywhere, babe.” He followed me up the bed, to the middle, and nestled between my legs. He graced me with another breath-stealing kiss while he grabbed the lube.
The cap made a sharp snap, and my eyes fluttered shut. I opened them back up a second later and found Maddox rubbing the lube on his fingers, warming it a bit. He sat back on his knees and gave my cock a few pulls.
“You tell me if I do anything you hate or if it hurts.” He was nervous about this, and it was the most endearing thing I’d seen in forever.
Pulling up my knees and dropping them to the side, I pushed up, and wrapped my hand around Maddox’s neck. I pulled him in for a hot kiss—a little sloppy, and a lot suggestive. “I’m not going to break. I will absolutely tell you if something is wrong, but you do what you think feels right.”
I guided his hand down between us, and aimed his pointer finger for my hole. His touch was so tentative and shy, but it had been a long time for me, and I reacted with a gasp and a flutter of the tight ring of muscles.
“Ohhh.” He was surprised by the flutter. It took a little more encouraging from me to get him to run his finger over the entrance.
I grabbed a pillow and slid it under me, canting my hips up, lifting me, and giving Maddox more room. I laid back on the pillows behind me and grinned. I closed my eyes in the next moment, and I just let the sensations of his careful petting wash over me.
“I’m going to need you to get that finger in me,” I hissed about two minutes later.
He stopped the petting and pressed against me. It wasn’t enough pressure to do more than tease. “Harder, Doxx,” I begged.
“I don’t—”
“You aren’t hurting me. At all.”
His gaze landed on my face, and without saying anything more pressed a little harder. I breathed out, relaxing and his finger slipped past the tight muscle. I groaned, both from the feeling and the look of awe on his face.
“Holy God, that’s hot,” he murmured.
It had been months, if not a year, since I’d had sex, and I honestly forgotten what it felt like to have someone else’s fingers doing the work. My eyes were fluttering, and I wanted more.
“Move your finger.” The words were hard to get past my lips.
He must’ve realized he was just staring, because Maddox started to pump me slowly with his finger. The movement was a torturous delight and I wanted more and faster. I moved my hips, drawing him along with me.
“God that feels amazing.” I paused for a moment to just enjoy it, then popped my eyes open and found his stare. “Another.”
“Aaron—”
“Don’t make me give you a gay biology lesson in bed, Doxx. Please. Just give me another finger.”
He laughed, but I got my wish. I didn’t know how I was going to hold out for this slow prepping. I wanted much more than fingers—even if he was getting good at using them on me.
“You need a third, don’t you?” He was staring down at where his fingers were doing a more than adequate job.
