I exhale through my nose, surprised when all I feel is the familiar pressure. No pain at all. “Good?” Mike asks, his fingers sliding up my side.
“Yeah.” My voice comes out rough, and he smiles, happy for me, and I almost laugh, but it actually feels good, and I find my prostate and—
I close my eyes, biting my lip so I don’t let out a sound.
“There you go, " Mike says, pulling my head in to hide in his chest, blocking the little moans I can’t hold in from the rest of the world.
It’s easier than I thought it would be, sinking back into the familiarity of it. But then, I mess it up by adding a second fingertoo quickly, the way I used to, and my breath stutters out of me at the stretch, preparing for more pain.
Mike freezes when I flinch, and I look up at him to tell him it’s okay, but he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. Instead, he produces a small bottle of lube.
“You had that in your pocket,” I say, my breath heavier than it was a minute ago.
“I told you.” He raises an eyebrow. “I was getting laid tonight one way or another.”
My laugh dies in my throat before it even gets started because my finger taps my prostate again. Mike watches with hooded eyes, his hand running through my hair, scanning my face for every reaction, and I pause my movements when I remember him sayingI like making people feel out of their mind.
You’d be so hot like this.
He notices my pause, and I know he thinks it’s for another reason. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “I just—” I stop, looking away from those eyes. “Would you want to—could you maybe—” My ears are going hot, and I have no idea why. We’ve been fucking for months.
“Do you want some help?” he asks, and he says it all soft, but I can hear the stupid smirk in his voice, and I hate him.
And I love him.
“Yeah. I think I’ll be okay. But I—” I reach up and touch his face, making sure he’s looking at me. “I need to see you.”
He nods, giving my lips a light kiss. “Whatever you need, baby.”
“In that case, take that stupid crop top off.”
He laughs way too loud, ruining the moment, but he pulls it over his head and flings it across the room, hitting my shelves, and I shake my head at this ridiculous, beautiful man I’ve somehow convinced to love me.
But I stay right where I am when he pins me in place with his gaze.
He moves closer, and I lift my leg, hooking it over his hip, opening myself up to him. He finds the lube, slicking up his fingers, and then his hand is behind me, spreading my ass, and I feel the tip of his finger pressing in and—
“Oh.”
He’s gentle about it at first, one finger, slower than even I was, and I need more, or I’m actually going to die. But I don’t even have to tell him that. He knows exactly what he’s doing, touching me in a way that feels deeper, so much better than my own fingers.
And so much better than anything I ever did with Jason.
“Mike,” I say, moaning around his name loud enough that he brings a hand up, covering my mouth.
“I know,” he whispers. “Gotta be quiet though. Don’t want anybody to hear.”
“You—” I mumble around his palm, my whole body shuddering when he does something fucking delicious with his finger. “Oh my god.”
“There?” he asks, but by the knowing smirk on his face, he already knows the answer.
I hold onto his wrist, moaning around his plam, “Please don’t stop.”
He watches my face the entire time, almost as gone as I am, his lip between his teeth and his cock, ignored in his sweatpants, pressing hard against my own, leaking on his pants.
He adds a second finger, and don’t ask me what happens after that. I’m a mess within five seconds, and I can’t even be embarrassed when Mike is looking at me like that, and his hand is moving from my mouth to my hair, brushing the loose strands out of my face.
