Page 137 of Flipping the Script

“Open up for me,” he whispered, thesnickof the lube cap opening punctuating his soft command.

Without hesitation, I lifted my legs and held them in place.

Jesse’s finger gently touched my hole. I drew in a deep breath, and on my exhale, he pushed it inside me.

I was so turned on from his teasing that he slid in with minimal resistance, and soon he was able to pump it in and out of me in long, slow glides that lit me up from the inside and scrambled my already hazy brain.

His other hand stroked my dick as he worked me over with first one, then two fingers. By the time he slipped in a third, I was babbling deliriously and rocking against his hand.

“Bas?” He paused his thrusts.

“Do it,” I begged. “Fuck me, Jess. I need you.”

Gently, he pulled his fingers out of me.

I lay there, my chest heaving and my brain foggy with pleasure as he flipped the lube open again.

A moment later, something broad and slippery pushed against my hole. The bed shifted as he lay over me, holding himself up with one hand as he used the other to keep his dick in place.

Blindly, I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, tugging him down on me.

He came willingly, laying over me and kissing me deep as he slowly pushed inside me.

He wasn’t as big as me, but he was bigger than the few dicks I had taken, and it hurt, even with him being gentle and all the prep.

Jesse must have sensed my discomfort and took his time sliding inside me, his kisses so full of passion they made my head spin and my heart flutter with something I couldn’t place. Like nerves, but not quite.

I expected him to start fucking me in earnest when his thighs brushed my ass, but he just held still, giving me a chance to get used to his size as he kept kissing me like he never wanted to stop.

My head was a blurry mess as he began to move, his thrusts long and slow and perfectly angled to hit my prostate with every drag.

I’d never had sex like this, and it wasn’t just bottoming or letting him have complete control over me.

This wasn’t fucking, it was making love.

Something exploded deep in my chest, like a burst of adrenaline similar to being startled, but so much stronger and more profound.

Pleasure seemed to move between my ass and my dick, growing with each passing second until I could barely think straight.

My body tightened, and my mind went blank as I came, shooting between our bodies and gasping into his kiss.

Jesse stiffened, his cock pulsing and his kisses frantic as he cried out against my lips, his whole body shaking as he came at nearly the same time.

Warmth filled me, and the knowledge that he’d come inside me was enough to send another ripple of pleasure through me, like a second, much less intense orgasm.

Jesse collapsed on me with a groan, his face pressed against my neck and his arms threaded under me, holding me so tight it was hard to pull in a full breath.

I held him just as tight, my mind blissfully blank as the afterglow settled over us.

“I’m starting to understand why you like cuddling,” he mumbled after a long while, his voice dreamy.

“It’s pretty great,” I managed, my head a mess of half thoughts and errant emotions as I tried to get control of myself.

I might be on the brink of a full-on freak-out, but that didn’t mean I had to drag Jesse into my turmoil.

I was just fucked up about tonight, that’s all. Between the flat tire, the wait for Jesse, including the hour I spent in a constant state of near panic, and the generator crapping out, I’d had a stressful as hell night.

Add in the tender moments that happened when we’d showered, the sex on my couch, Jesse’s confessions, and what just happened, it was no wonder I was so out of sorts.

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