Page 23 of Dirty Tricks

I sense his hesitation and think I know the reason. He’s less experienced than me.

“Is it your first time?”

He nods, his voice cracking as he whispers, “Yes.”

“Can I guide you?”

And relief ripples through him like a waterfall, easing the tension from his muscles. His whispered, “Yes,” gives me permission to reach for the button of his jeans, for me to insert my hand inside, fingers of one hand curling around him while the other impatiently pulls down his zipper, tugs down his briefs, setting him free.

Even with both hands, there’s more of him than I know what to do with. He clutches the edge of the bench either side of me, arms shaking.

“Let me know if I’m doing something you don’t like,” I whisper, determined to be worthy of the gift he’s placing into my hands.

He gives a throaty chuckle, edged with tears, his breath heating the side of my neck. “I like that. I like your fingers wrapped around me.”

And I pump him a little, loving the way the satin skin moves under my palms, forming as careful a picture of his manhood in my head as I did with his face.

I bum walk right to the edge, spreading my legs wide, enjoying the vulnerability of the sensation, a vessel waiting to be filled.

My fingers reach farther around, gently rolling his balls, one at a time, while a low whine escapes from his throat, like an inflatable leaking air.

“Are you ready?”

He lifts his right hand to cradle my head, positioning us cheek to cheek. “Yes.”

I line up the head of his cock with my entrance, rubbing the tip up and down my slippery folds, more than ready for him.

Then I tilt my hips, drawing him forward, closing my eyes in ecstasy as I guide him slowly into me, filling me to the brim, my cunt eagerly stretching around his girth, my hand cupping his arse, guiding him forward when his hesitation would have him hold back, and I don’t want him holding back a single thing.

“You feel so good,” I whisper, not even a hint of a lie in there, no flattery, just the unvarnished truth. My hips rock against him, not bothering to wait for a conscious instruction. My muscles clench and release him, already close to the edge.

He’s frozen in place, the tiny rotation of my hips the only movement. “I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, but even if you did, I’ll tell you. It’s not something you have to guess, okay?” My lips seek his out, adding to the pulse of the monster parked between my legs. “But right now, you feel wonderful. Move how you want, discover what you like.”

My body floods with joy as I hand control back to Xander, excited to find out what he does with it. Anticipation zaps through my veins.

CHAPTERSEVEN

XANDER

At first,I’m scared to move. The sensation of my cock nestled inside her body is so incredible, so overwhelming, I don’t want to make a single change.

But Lexa encourages me, and I desperately want to please her, to show my complete trust. I withdraw a little, caught between a whimper at the loss and a groan at the increased sensitivity as my wet cock meets the air again, feeling different, feeling changed.

Then I plunge myself back inside her, the noise of her moan echoing along my nerves, setting them on fire.

The second time I do it is even better than the first, the anticipation adding another level to my enjoyment, lathering on another layer of desire.

I didn’t know how the walls of her cunt would drag against me, making every millimetre of my sensitive flesh flicker with joy. I didn’t know how her eagerness to have me back inside her would act like an amplifier, dialling up the sensations until they’re shouting with joy. How when I thrust forward, she’d pulse around me, encouraging me without words, letting me know the pleasure is shared.

My speed increases, Lexa tilting her torso forward so my chest claps against hers, the soft press of her breasts sending me halfway to delirium.

Her fingers twist in my hair, pulling at the roots, and I clamp my mouth over hers, letting loose a cry that’s swallowed into her throat.

“Is that okay?” she whispers, and I nod, then groan in agreement.

“S’better than okay,” I manage, a tremor running through my voice in time with my thrust. “You feel incredible.” My right hand finds her tits, rolling my palm across them, pinching at the nipples until she yelps. “Sorry.”

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