Page 95 of Serving Bunt

Matty obeyed, working a second finger in slowly, scissoring them carefully while watching my face. I had to give it to him. For a guy who was an anal novice, he sure knew what he was doing.

And he was hot as hell while doing it. Mussed hair, flushed cheeks, biting his lower lip in concentration like he was trying to figure out how to defuse a bomb instead of how to finger my ass.

There’s a gay rom-com for you.

How to Finger a Guy in Ten Days.

The burn eased into pleasure, and I let my head fall back against the pillows, thighs falling open wider.

I enjoyed topping every now and then, but there was something incredibly hot about bottoming, especially like this. Getting played with, cherished, thrown around exactly how my partner wanted—I loved not having to do the work for once. There was a special kind of surrender in letting someone else take control that always left me feeling raw and satisfied in the best way.

“You’re so tight,” Matty murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. “I can feel you squeezing around my fingers.”

“Keep going,” I rasped. “You’re doing so good.”

He curled his fingers again, brushing that perfect spot inside me, and my cock jerked against my stomach, a bead of precum leaking out of the tip.

Matty didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and dragged his tongue along the underside of my shaft before sucking the head into his mouth. He hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, while his fingers kept working me open.

He pulled off me only to lick lower, over my taint, then farther down until his tongue circled my hole, right alongside his fingers.

Puñeta! He’s an ass eater.

I moaned loudly, hips twitching.

His tongue continued to tease the rim while his fingers stretched me. Then, he pulled his fingers out completely. Before I could complain about the sudden emptiness, Matty leaned down and replaced them with his tongue.

“Fuck!” I gasped, one hand flying to his hair.

My back arched off the bed as his warm, wet tongue licked over my hole. He pressed the flat of it against me, then pointed it and pushed inside, licking deep while his hands held my thighs open. The sensation was overwhelming.

Matty ate me out like he was starving for it, moaning against my skin, tongue fucking into me in short, eager thrusts. Every time he pulled back to lick over my taint and balls before diving back in, I shuddered.

“Matty . . . fuck, your tongue.” I panted, one hand knuckling his hair, the other fisting the sheets. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

He kept going until I was a whimpering mess, then finally pulled back, lips shiny and swollen. Without warning, he pushed three slick fingers back inside me, stretching me wider than before.

I cried out at the new fullness, hips jerking. “Yes— Fuck, just like that.”

He worked me open with steady strokes, curling his fingers to hit my prostate on every pass while his other hand stroked my cock lazily. The dual sensation had me writhing, crying out his name like a prayer.

“Now.” I gasped. “Please. I need you inside me.”

Matty pulled his fingers out carefully and grabbed a condom. His hands trembled a little as he rolled it down his cock, then generously slicked himself up with more lube. He lined himself up and pressed the head of his cock against my hole.

“You sure?” he asked, searching my face for any sign of discomfort.

“Positive.” I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer. “Fuck me, Matty. I want to feel you.”

Matty exhaled shakily and pushed forward. The head of his cock breached me slowly, stretching me open with a burn that made my breath catch. He was thick, thicker than his fingers, and the slow, careful way he eased inside me had my toes curling.

“Jesus, Peter, you feel incredible.” Matty’s eyes were wide. His lips parted as he watched himself disappear inside me, inch by inch. “Does that feel as good for you?”

“Better.” I groaned. “Give me more.”

We both moaned when he finally bottomed out. For a moment, we just stayed there, our foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.