Page 80 of His Secret

I step back, reaching down for his hand to pull him to his feet. With his back to the window, I close the distance between us and kiss along his cheek while my hands find the curve of his hips.

“I want to fuck you,” I tell him, giving him a kiss below his earlobe. “I want nothing more than to be inside you right now.”

His breath hitches and he grinds against me. “Oh.”

“I’ll be so careful with you. You know that,” I say, looking him in the eye.

“I know.” He swallows. “Maybe you can start that way. And then…”

I bite down on my lip, grinning. “Then you don’t want careful?”

His cheeks turn a darker shade of red. “I just mean I don’t want you to treat me like I’m delicate. I want all of you.”

I nod. “Get on the bed. I’ll be back.”

I go into the bathroom where I grab a small bottle of lube and a condom that are in my toiletry bag.

Back in the room, I find Adrian lying on the bed, one arm behind his head, his other hand onhis cock.

I toss the items on the bed next to him, and his eyes watch them land.

“I know you said you haven’t been with any other guy, but have you used any toys all these years?”

Adrian, sprawled naked and fully aware that I just had my tongue in his ass, has the nerve to blush like he can’t talk to me about his masturbation techniques.

“Well…uhh…”

I move in between his legs, my knees touching the insides of his thighs. With my right hand, I reach for his cock and begin stroking.

“Tell me,” I say in a husky tone.

“Yes,” he replies, sucking in a deep breath. “I…I have things that I keep hidden. That I use from time to time when I’m alone.”

That statement breaks my heart a little. What brings him pleasure has to be kept hidden, like a dark and dirty secret.

“Okay. Good. So this won’t be a complete shock to your body.”

He shakes his head slightly, watching my hand work him over. “Probably nothing as big as…” he nods toward my cock.

I grin. “You’ll stretch for me.”

His teeth dig into his lip. “God,” he moans.

“Lie down,” I say, moving to allow him more space while I grab the lube.

I cover my fingers with the liquid as he gets situated, and then I pour a little more in my hand to massage into his hole.

With one hand on his cock, giving him the distraction and friction he needs, I slowly start pushing one finger inside.

“Oh, yeah,” he groans when I get it all the way in.

After a couple minutes of using just one finger, I slip a second one inside him, eliciting a sinful sound from his throat.

He grips the covers, his muscles flexing as I attempt to prepare him for my cock.

“Matías,” he cries out in that sexy way of his—the yearning and ache evident in his tone.

“Does it feel good?” I ask, curling my fingers a little as I move them.

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