Page 98 of Something Borrowed

Stan explores my happy trail and then tickles the inside of my thighs, his expression full of concentration as he learns my body again. I cry out when he fists my cock. It’s wet with early seed, making the glide sublime, and I push into him a few times before pulling off and sitting back.

“What are you doing?” he asks, furrowing his brow. It’s unbearably erotic that his concentration and focus are being aimed at me.

I push him onto his back gently. “Lie back,” I whisper. “I need to get ready.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, you’ll lie still and let me love on you.”

Everything stills. “Love?” he asks.

I kiss him, forcing those words back into my mouth. When he’s focused on sex again, I pull away and reach for the lube in my toilet bag on the bedside table.

“Tell me,” Stan demands.

“My fingers are covered in lube. It smells of vanilla. I’m warming it because no one likes cold lube. It’s like drinking cold tea.”

His mouth quirks. “This started off erotic, but it’s going rapidly downhill.”

“Rather like me.” I rise to my knees, and my breath catches as I trace my hole with my finger.

“You’ve gone quiet. Tell me,” he orders, the note of command in his voice turning me on even more.

“I’m rubbing my hole.” I stop to groan. “God, it’s sogood. Makes all my body tingle.”

“Put your finger in,” he orders, and his smile is harsh as I groan. “That’s a good sound.”

“I’m opening myself up,” I gasp. “Getting ready for your cock.”

“You’ll need more than one finger.”

This cocky confidence is so hot on Stan that my fingers slip and it takes me a moment to get back to the programme.

“Two fingers now. The stretch is so fucking good.”

“You like the burn, don’t you?” he says hoarsely.

“It’s the best bit,” I whisper. “I love it when you put your cock in me, and it hurts.”

“Slow,” he orders, settling into the mattress and fisting his cock. The precome is wet on his fingers. “Make it last,” he orders, and I groan as he takes my cock in his hand, using his own juices to slick the way.

“Shit,” I whisper as I move back onto my fingers, sliding a third one in and then shoving forwards into his fist in an endless cycle of pleasure.

The tingle in my balls tells me this could be over before we get to the main event, so I knock his hand away and climb fully into his lap, his cock knocking against my passage. “I want you now,” I mutter.

He lifts his hand to stop me. “Wait. What about the condom?”

“What do you think about no condoms?” The thought is extraordinarily erotic to me—to have his dick naked inside me and to feel his come wet between my thighs.

“Raff?”

“I want to feel you bare. I’ve never…” I stumble on the words. “I’ve never let anyone have that of me, and I want it with you.” I pause. “But only if you do.”

His shudder rumbles through his body like summer lightning. “God, Ido,” he says fervently. “I’m clear of everything,” he says.

I want to smile at his earnest expression, but I need him too much, and the desperation is riding me. “I’ve never done it like that either.”

A fierce jubilation roars through me. In this thing, he’s all mine.

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