His throat bobs.
I hate the fear I see. I want to erase it.
So I kiss him.
The reaction is immediate— likerelief. He whimpers, his slick fingers slipping between his cheeks. Again, he hesitates. My tongue curls around his teeth, licking the roof of his mouth. Taking a shaky breath, his arm moves and he arches.
His lashes flutter, jaw dropping on a gasp.
I can’t help grinning. “How you feeling?”
Blinking a few times, he slurs, “G-good.”
“Yeah?” My pinky inches lower to feel his hole stretching around his finger. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking hot.”
A nervous laugh gusts out of him, quickly followed by a moan as I hitch his thigh higher on my hip. We’re kissing again, each moan tasting better than the last. He adds another finger and pumps deep as he can, giving himself over to pleasure.
“There you go,” I pant, thrusting through the mess of sweat and precum we're making. “Can you take another?”
He nods and whispers, “Please.”
“Fuck, you beg so sweet,” I curse. His hips rock impatiently as I spread him wider, hastily wetting my finger with saliva and squeezing it beside his. When he pulls out, mine joins—
Heat envelopes us.
A groan punches out of me as he gasps. “Yes.”
It’s all the encouragement I need to thrust deeper into his tight channel, my mouth grazing his shivering lips. Inhaling his rapid breaths as he adjusts. Together, we find a rhythm and soon he’s fucking himself back on our fingers and forward against my cock, his piercing dragging over my shaft.
I’m rapidly racing toward the edge when I swear I hear him whisper something. He’s panting and moaning so much I can’t be sure—
There it is again.
“What’s that?”
His features pinch almost in anguish. Am I hurting him? Does he want me to stop?
“More.”
It’s barely a breath, but it’s unmistakable.
“You’ve got three in you, love. You want another?”
He shakes his head.
Now I’m confused. “Tell me what you need.”
“I want…” He wets his lips, blush deepening. “I wantyou.”
He's so caught up he's barely lucid.
“You've got me,” I promise.
“No, I mean…” Those gorgeous eyes peer at me through thick lashes and smeared liner. “Youinside me.”
But I am—
Oh.
