Page 137 of Trust Me

After this, there’d be no boundaries between us. A guy eating your ass had to be the most intimate experience a man could have. Maybe it would get demoted eventually, but for now, this was it.

Apparently feeling bold, he thrust his hips upward at the same moment that he wrapped his fingers around my dick. His tongue pushed into my ass, making my eyes roll back. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, and I found myself craving the way his dick felt when it reached into my throat.

Shifting my body a little, I whined and hoped he would understand what I wanted. His mouth replaced his hand, the heat of it amplifying everything. If he wasn’t careful, I was going to cum before I was ready.

I pulled back from his dick and hissed. “Teeth.”

“Sorry,” he said immediately.

When he took me in his mouth again, he was more careful about it. I rolled my hips, fucking his throat while his fingers played at my ass. I heard the cap from the lube pop open, then he spread the wetness around my rim. When he hesitated at my entrance, I pushed myself back to let him know I wanted him to keep going.

As he started to push one finger inside of me, I took his dick down to the base. His hand jerked, and I gripped him more tightly from the sudden pressure. Rocking back and forth a little, I kept him just slightly inside of me so I could get used to the feeling.

When he pushed in deeper, I moved away from his dick, dropping my forehead to his thigh while I used my hand to stroke him. He stopped moving, maybe waiting for something from me.

“Keep going,” I said.

He released my dick, taking heavy breaths. “Does it hurt?”

“Not bad.”

“I don’t want it to hurt at all.”

“It’s okay. Just burns a little, and it’s kind of . . . weird. Maybe more lube would help.” When he pulled his finger out, I hissed. “And, uh, less abrupt movements.”

“Shit, sorry.”

“Am I ruining this for you?”

“What? No.” He sounded offended by the question. “Here, get on your back. I need to see your face.”

“Why?”

“Cause I don’t trust you to tell me if something’s too much.”

With a groan, I crawled off of him. Before I could do it myself, he wrapped an arm around my waist and flipped me. Gently, he laid me down with my head on the pillow. It was incredibly sweet, and when my eyes suddenly burned, I squeezed them shut.

“Oli?”

“I’m fine.”

He positioned his legs on either side of my hips and began to stroke my face. “I did something wrong.”

“The opposite.” The way my voice cracked sort of made me want to die.

“Tell me or I’m going to throw you in the East River.”

Opening my eyes, I found him staring down at me with worry evident on his face. I touched his temple, hating the expression.

“You’re so soft with me. Like I’m fragile.”

“Do you not like that?” he asked.

“I do. Nobody’s ever looked at me like you do, and I just don’t know what I did to deserve it.”

“Then I’ll keep doing it.” His expression shifted into something determined. “Do you want to keep going?”

“Hell yes, I do.”