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Doubt claws at the back of my mind. This is all new for me, but he’s done this hundreds, maybe thousands of times. No matter what I say, I can’t make myself believe I have anything special to offer.
Then he pops off and looks up at me with hopeful puppy eyes, resting his forehead against my thigh. “Talk to me, please. I love hearing you talk to me. Tell me how good I make you feel.”
If this is what flying felt like, maybe I wouldn’t be afraid of it.
“Roll over.”
He knows exactly what I want; he’s panting for it as he stretches out on his back and hangs his head off the edge of the bed. “That’s right.” I brush my fingers across his exposed throat, then gently open his mouth and push inside. I’m scared of hurting him, but he wraps an arm around my leg and pulls me closer. His Adam's apple bobs and his whole body tenses, his nostrils flaring. “Damn,” I breathe. “Do you know you’re the only person I’ve ever been inside? The only one that’s made me this hard?” He moans through his nose.
I run my hand down his chest, play with his stiff, dark nipples as I start thrusting into his mouth. “You can take me all the way, can’t you? I love seeing your lips stretched around my base.” He’s sweaty and shivering, his cock bouncing against his stomach as his throat fights me.
He’s so beautiful.
When I was sixteen, I watched Victor on TV and he smirked, glanced at the camera with those pale eyes, and my core twisted and ached. That flutter in my stomach, like a prophecy.
Sexual attraction has always felt performative to me, like I’m acting out the reactions I know I’m supposed to have. I didn’t like bottoming, but more than that I couldn’t figure out why I was supposed to invest in this thankless connection when I could just focus on Mom and Peyton and the love in our little found family. My body slowly went into hibernation, waiting for the day when it might come across something it recognized, that twist and ache, something it was made for.
Now my body isburning. For tonight at least, we’ve built a safe place together, one with walls strong enough to keep out the dark. This man has given himself to me and, until we go back to Naples, I’ll make sure he knows he’s mine.
I pull out of his mouth and crouch, kissing him upside down, fondling his hair. “That’s right. You’re perfect. Now show me your ass.”
The cheap bed creaks as he clambers on his hands and knees, stroking himself in irregular jerks. His ass is round and tight, flawless, with that impudent speedo tan line across the tops of his cheeks. He twitches and inhales when I spread him with my fingers and blow lightly on his hole.
It’s so small, like it can’t even fit my little finger, and my nerves flare up again. I don’t know what I need to do to make this good for him.
Your body knows.
Maybe it does, maybe it doesn’t, but right now I know what it wants to do. I tease my tongue up his crack and lick his hole, swirling a wet trail around it. “Fuck,” he hisses, and I wrap an arm around his hips to hold him still. I nuzzle my cheek against his ass.
“You’re so sensitive. You act tough, but I barely have to touch you to make you cry.” He holds his breath, tries to be quiet because he’s a contrary little shit, but when I probe his hole with my tongue he breaks down, half-whimpering, half-laughing.
One second I’m grinning, the next it feels like my heart is breaking. Out of a thousand men, none of them have put his shaft in their mouth or licked his hole, anything tender and giving. “No one’s been good to you, have they?” I whisper. I massage his hole with my thumb, up and down, circles, feeling the tight rim loosen up a little. He doesn’t answer, but I feel one of his hands wrap around my leg, hold on. “I’m gonna erase them all.”
When I work the tip of my finger in, not sure how far or fast to go, he groans, “God, yes,” and bears down suddenly, pushing back onto my hand. Before I know it I’m inside him, gripped by firm, velvety walls as hot as a fever, and all the blood in my body rushes to my cock, thrumming and gorged and leaking more than I ever have before, dripping down my shaft. He holds out his hand and circles his thumb, showing me how to warm him up.
But when I try to take my time, make it easy for him, he whines impatiently and tries to spiral his hips against my hand, shove me deeper.
“You like it in there?” He breaks off in a shuddering gasp when I try curling my fingers, hunting for the way to pull him apart. “Then hurry up and show me how that big cock feels pushing me open.” He shoots me a goading smile, knowing exactly what it will do to me.
Victor
“Shit.” Ethan sits back, pulling his hand out of me as I vocalize my displeasure. “We don’t have lube.”
I spit impatiently on my palm and rub it down my crack. “Done.”
He arches an eyebrow, unimpressed and so stubborn. “That’s ridiculous.”
It’s all anyone’s ever given me. I’m used to it. But I don’t think he wants to hear those things. I scoot across the bed, open my wallet, and throw a pre-lubricated condom packet at him. “Happy?”
“Get over here.”
His cock is arched with need, and I jerk myself gently as I watch him roll on the condom. My whole body tingles to feel his firm thighs pressed against the backs of mine, his thick head right there, ready to fill me up.
His body fits mine like I was made for him. I arch my back and spread my knees as he works his way in with short, careful thrusts that send sparks shooting along my skin. Then he’s all the way inside, his heavy balls dangling against my taint, and I want him to stay there forever, just stretching and holding me open so perfectly.
“You’re tight as hell.” His voice sounds strained, like he’s on the edge of control. “You’re the best fucking thing I’ve felt in my life.” Slowly, he rolls his hips, grinding them against my ass, rubbing his shaft against the edge of my prostate, and I can barely see. He kisses my back, each shoulder blade, runs his tongue up my spine as he makes me wait, enjoys the feeling of me desperately trying to rut against him. His hand grips the back of my neck to keep me still as he takes his time.
“You’re gonna kill me,” I groan. “I don’t think I can hold it. Please touch my cock, let me—”
