Page 123 of Best Served Cold

“I have some. In my wallet.”

I dug it out of his pocket and grabbed the packet of lube. “I can’t fuck you until I can get to my stash, but I can get you off.”

“There’s a condom in there too.” He looked over his shoulder at me. “Check it. I think it’s safe.”

“Safe?” I pulled the condom out and read the wrapper, squinting a bit in the dark.

“It’s latex free. Can you use that kind?”

It wasn’t the brand I normally bought, but I’d used them before. My stomach swooped at his thoughtfulness. These weren’t cheap, and the only reason he’d have this type of condom on him was because he’d bought them to use with me.

“These are good. How did you know about my allergy?” I tucked it in my pocket to keep it safe while I prepped him.

“Becca told me.” He popped his ass out impatiently. “Is that lube okay? I don’t know anything about this stuff.”

I was about to make a crack about how lube was lube and it didn’t matter if you were fucking a girl or guy, but something stopped me.

There was a memory, or at least a memory fragment, of a snippet of conversation we’d had in his car.

“I thought I was ace.”

“Ace? I thought you were a fuckboy?”

“What? Who the fuck told you that?”

“Everyone. Like everyone.”

“Well everyone is wrong. I’ve never fucked anyone but you.”

Was that a real memory, or something my messed-up brain made up because it didn’t like thinking about Zane’s past partners?

Was I really his first?

If it was real, that meant this was only his second time having sex, and his first time had been rough and hard and started from a place of desperation and challenge.

“It’s good.” Tearing the lube open, I focused on slicking up my fingers. “Ready?” I gently circled his hole.

“Yeah.” He breathed out and kind of wiggled against me, like he was trying to force me to go deep right away.

I pushed the half-empty packet of lube into his hand. “Hold this while I get you ready.”

Hopefully giving him something to think about would help him relax. I pressed against his back and slid my hand up his chest to loosely circle his neck.

He let out a shuddery breath and sagged back on me.

“There you go,” I purred in his ear, circling his pucker and slicking it up. “Now I want you to clench hard.”

He nodded and did as I said.

“Hold it. Just a bit longer. Let go.”

I pushed into him, sliding in to the first knuckle again as his body gave out.

“Oh fuck.” He grunted and tensed.

“Again.”

He sucked in a breath and squeezed. This time, he let go on his own, and I was able to nearly all the way inside him.

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