Page 121 of Flipping the Script

I made an impatient sound.

“Ready for two?”

“Yeah.”

He waited for me to breathe in, then worked a second finger inside me on my exhale.

The stretch wasn’t bad, but two fingers had nothing on Bas’s giant dick. Even with three, I was going to feel it.

“You okay?” he asked, giving my cock a few strokes.

I nodded.

“Let me know when you’re ready for three.” He twisted his hand and found my prostate, then continued to find it with each thrust.

“Fuck,” I gritted out. I felt so damn full, but too empty at the same time. “Now.”

“So eager,” he said, but instead of his regular teasing, he sounded affectionate.

“What can I say? I’m really looking forward to my prize.” I managed to not sound like I was about to lose my mind and beg for more.

He chuckled and slipped in a third finger. “I bet you are.”

The stretch was intense, and so was the burn, but he was gentle, and soon I was rocking back and clenching around him.

He finger-fucked me for a few minutes, alternating between rubbing my prostate like it was a lamp he was trying to summon a genie from and completely avoiding it.

“Bas,” I groaned when it got to be too much, but also not nearly enough.

“You good?” He paused, his fingers deep inside me.

“Yeah. Fuck me.”

He let out a shuddering breath. “Yeah. Okay. Let me get ready.”

The sound of tearing plastic rang out, followed by Bas’s “Oh no.”

“What?” I twisted around to look at him.

He held up the condom. “I don’t think we can use this.”

“What do you mean?”

“The edge is fucked up.” He moved it closer. The rolled part at the opening had a small cut in it, like there was a flaw in the latex. “And this size just fits me. It’ll split right down the side if I try to put it on.”

“Do you have one?”

“No.” He sighed and absently rubbed my lower back, still staring at the useless condom. “I didn’t replace the one we used at your parents’ house. Whatever.” He tossed it aside. “We don’t need to fuck for me to get you off.”

“When was your last round of tests?” I asked, the words coming out before I had a chance to really think about them.

Safe sex was one of my hard limits. I’d never once considered going bare with anyone, but I couldn’t take the words back now.

And I didn’t want to. I knew this was a monumentally bad idea, but when had Bas and I ever done the smart thing?

I trusted him, and he had to trust me at least a little. This didn’t have to be a huge deal.

“Six months ago,” he said slowly. “All good, and no one other than you since then. Yours?”

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