The crude words made my cock throb. "One finger first. Then more. As many as I can take before you try to..." I stopped, swallowed hard. "Before you split me open on your cock."
He coated his fingers, the slick sound obscene in the quiet room. His other hand gripped my hip, holding me steady above him.
"Lean forward," he said. "Brace yourself against my chest."
I did, my palms flattening against the hard planes of his chest. His heartbeat thundered beneath my hands. From this angle, looking down at him, I could see every flicker of emotion cross his face. Want. Possession. Something deeper that made my breath catch.
His slick fingers found my entrance from below. I gasped at the first touch, and then he was pushing inside.
The intrusion shocked me. My back arched, and a choked sound escaped my throat. Rafael's eyes never left my face, watching every reaction as he worked his finger deeper.
"Breathe," he said, but he didn't wait for me to relax.
This was what it meant to give up control. Even though I was on top, even though gravity gave me the power to pull away, I stayed and let him set the pace.
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes, and it was impossible not to look down at him.
He pushed his finger all the way in, and my mouth fell open on a gasp.
"Another," I managed. "I can take another."
He pulled out and added more lube. Two fingers pressed against my entrance, and this time I watched his face as he pushed inside. His jaw clenched, his pupils dilating as my body fought the intrusion.
But he kept pushing.
I shuddered and rocked my hips forward, letting my cock drag across the coarse hairs of his stomach. “God, that’s good. So good, but if you crook your fingers just alittle—”
He did, and a bolt of pure pleasure shot up my spine. My eyes rolled back, and my fingers and toes curled.
“Like that?” he asked as if he hadn’t just rocked my world with two fucking fingers.
“You keep pushing on my prostate like that, you’re going to make me come, Priest.”
He let out a small snort. “Don’t call me priest when I fuck you.”
“Why not?” I opened my eyes and looked down at him, rocking my hips forward a little so I could fuck myself on his fingers. “It’s hot. Admit it.”
A tiny ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. “Maybe.”
“Okay then, priest. You’d better get more fingers in me or your big holy cock will never fit.”
“There’s nothing holy about my cock and what I’m about to do to you with it,” he said, and before I could argue, he pressed a third finger inside me.
I bit my lip and groaned loudly, thankful that Jasper and Diego had fucked off so we could… well, fuck.
"Too much?" His free hand came up to grip my jaw. "Do you need me to stop?"
“If you do, you’ll never fit,” I managed through gritted teeth.
“Lorenzo.”
“Don’t you dare stop now.”
He pressed all three fingers deep, and I gasped at the stretch.
Then he curled his fingers against that spot, and I thought I might pass out. My cock jerked, spilling pre-cum across his stomach. I was close to coming, and he hadn't even touched my cock yet.
