Page 26 of The Swap Masquerade

“That’s good,” he said, fighting back a grin.

I rolled my eyes. “Go ahead and laugh. I know, I’m ridiculous.”

He leaned down, his face hovering above my own. “I wasn’t laughing at you and the only thing ridiculous about you is that you’re ridiculously adorable.”

I had trouble fighting back my own grin then. How did this man always seem to know exactly what to say? I pulled him in for a kiss, my embarrassment melting away as our tongues tangled around one another. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of his kisses. Especially, when he reached down between us and took my dripping cock in his hand. He stroked once, spreading precome all over my shaft.

I spread my legs further as he reached down and began fondling my balls. I knew from my own explorations that I loved having my balls played with, but my own hand would never compare to how amazing it felt being touched by him. His movements were sure, touching me in all the right places as if he knew exactly what would turn me on.

He pulled back, staring into my eyes as he slid a wet finger behind my balls, dipping into my crease and circling around my hole. My mouth fell open on a gasp as he awakened the nerve endings around my rim, making my body sing with pleasure. “Have you ever had anything inside here?” He tapped at my entrance for emphasis and my whole body quivered.

“My own fingers, but only a time or two,” I rasped.

“Mmm. You’re going to be very tight then. I’ll have to stretch you out really well.” I whimpered as he pulled his hand away. “Shh. I’m just getting some lube. I need to make sure you’re extra wet so it doesn’t hurt as bad.” I watched as he opened one of the sachets and slicked his fingers liberally. Then he was back over me, bracing himself with one hand beside my head while the other reached down between us. “This may feel a little strange at first but try and relax your body so I can get in there.”

“Okay.” Anticipation made my voice tremble. I’d waited for this moment my entire life and I was having trouble believing it was finally happening.

His finger slid through my crease, cold at first from the lube but warming quickly, thanks to my own body temperature. Slowly, he worked his finger inside and he was right, it was awkward at first, knowing someone else was actually touching me there. But it also felt so damn right. Like all the questions I’d ever had were finally being answered in that one moment and by this one man.

He kissed me, whispering encouraging words as he continued working me open and I succumbed to the pleasure his lips and hands were bringing me. He took his time, making every step more enjoyable than the last until I was riding his fingers and begging for more, completely unashamed by the whine in my voice. “Please. I need you.”

In a flash, he was kneeling on the bed, sliding a condom on and coating himself in lube. He came back to me, resting his forearms on either side of my head as he lowered his body onto mine. His lips brushed over mine. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I answered, never more sure of anything in my entire life.

Holding my stare, he reached between us and lined his cock up at my entrance. I took a deep breath and blew it out as he pressed forward, the head of his cock breeching me for the first time. Even with all his careful ministrations, the pressure was intense, and I screwed my eyes shut, tensing automatically against the intrusion.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispered against my ear. “I know it hurts right now, and I’m so sorry. I wish I never had to hurt you, but it’ll feel good again very soon. I promise.”

Trusting what he said, I forced myself to relax. He continued pushing inside me, a little at a time until I thought for sure he was going to split me in two. My fingernails dug into his back but just when the pain and pressure were almost too much, he stopped, holding himself still above me. He kissed me and I nearly wept with the gentleness of it. “You did it. I’m in as far as I can go. Are you okay?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak yet as my emotions suddenly got the better of me. He kissed my neck and my shoulder as if he understood and was trying to soothe me. I clung to him as I rode the last lingering waves of pain and then it was gone, replaced with a need for something more. “I need…” I whispered, not sure how to put it into words. But of course, he got it. He always seemed to get me.

“I know what you need. I’m going to move now. Are you ready to feel good?”

I nodded, bracing myself in case there was any more pain but there wasn’t. Instead, there was only glorious pleasure. His thrusts were slow, tentative at first, but I needed more. I growled at him and moved my hands down to his ass, pulling him in deeper. He chuckled and I felt the vibration of it through his chest. Then he shifted the angle of his hips and I saw stars. This was everything I’d ever dreamed of and more.

Chapter 10

GAVIN

I stared in awe at the man lying under me. Everything about him was beautiful and I didn’t mean his physical appearance, although, that was breathtaking too. But it was more than that. It was the things he said, the expressions displayed so openly on his face, and the honesty in his responses. He’d bared himself to me like an open book and I’d be damned if I didn’t want to read every single page.

I sat up into a kneeling position and lifted his legs off the bed, pulling him toward me. My new vantage point allowed me to see everything, and I watched as I fed my cock back into his hungry hole. He was unbelievably tight, his smooth channel gripping me firmly as I slid back in. His fingers gripped the sheets and tiny whimpers escaped from his lips as I thrust forward, pegging his prostate.

“Oh, God. So gooooood,” he moaned. I smiled, knowing it was about to get even better. Reaching for his cock, I wrapped my fist around it and stroked him in sync with the movement of my hips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he yelled as a spurt of precome shot out from his cock and landed on his belly.

His breathing was sharp, and a pretty pink flush had spread across his chest with his arousal. Sweat dripped off both of us and the scent of sex hung heavy in the air. I breathed it in, committing the smell to memory. I was thankful he had agreed to see me again, because I already knew once would never be enough. In fact, I wasn’t sure if even two or three times would be enough. Not with this man.

He was perfect. I knew no one was ever truly perfect, but he was in all the ways that mattered. He was kind and considerate, intelligent with a great sense of humor, sensitive and caring, and I could spend years exploring his delectable body and never get my fill. The realization of how much I liked this man was both thrilling and terrifying. Thrilling because I felt a connection with him that I’d never felt with anyone else. I truly felt like this could be the start of something great. But it was also terrifying because there was still so much we didn’t know about each other.

He reached up, stroking his fingers over my stomach and then his hand closed around mine, helping guide me as I stroked his cock. He watched me from behind his mask and I longed to reach down and yank it away. It scared me how much I wanted to get to know him, but I cautioned myself to slow down. He clearly had his reasons for hiding behind the mask and I would continue to respect that until he was comfortable enough to share his identity with me.

“I can’t hold off much longer,” I warned as I felt a familiar tingling sensation at the base of my spine.

“Do it. Come inside me.”

Those words, coming out of that perfect mouth, was nearly enough to do me in and I began doubling my efforts, pistoning in and out of him at a furious pace. A tiny voice whispered that I needed to be gentle with him, but I was too far gone. Thankfully, he seemed to be feeling the same way because he swatted my hand away, grasping his cock and stroking it quickly.

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