Page 56 of Where There's Smoke

Anthony kissed me again, gently this time. “I’ve been dying to do this. Even before I knew you were gay, I was fantasizing about this every damned night.” His lips touched mine again. “And I have every intention of making sure you enjoy every. Fucking. Second.”

All I could do was exhale and hope to God I didn’t lose my mind before this even started.

Anthony took the condom off the nightstand and sat up. He rolled it on, and when he went for the lube, my heart rate must have doubled. My nerves tried to get the best of me, but no. No. I wanted this. Right here. Right now.

With Anthony.

Anthony, who had a condom on and every intention of fucking me. Anthony, who grinned at me like that while he put the lube on. Anthony, who was over me. On top of me. Kissing me. Sending me out of my goddamned mind.

Oh, God, hurry up.

Wait. Fuck, I’m not ready for—

Now. Please. Anthony, for the love of God.

“I’ve been dying to do this,” he murmured. He let his lips brush mine once more, then pushed himself up on his arms. “I can’t wait.”

I licked my lips. “Do you want me on my hands and knees?”

He shook his head and parted my legs with his hand. “Stay just like that.” A spine-tingling grin spread across his lips. “I want to see your face the first time I’m inside you.”

Oh. My. God.

He ran his hand along my inner thigh. “If you get a leg cramp or anything, just say so.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“If not.” He grinned as he guided his cock to me, “say the word.”

Just hurry up and…oh fuck…

Cool lube tempered Anthony’s body heat, but the combination of hot and cold sent goose bumps prickling from the back of my neck to my curling toes. Then he pressed into me, and my vision immediately blurred. The head of hiscock pushed past the tight ring of muscle, igniting countless foreign, intoxicating, intrusive sensations.

“You all right?” Anthony asked.

I licked my lips again and nodded.

Anthony gave me more—withdrawing, sliding deeper still. His fingers had me plenty prepped and relaxed, but I wasn’t even close to prepared for the sheer intensity of his cock moving inside me. The same slick sensation, that same vague burn, but so, so much more, and I was in absoluteecstasy.

“Oh, God, you feel amazing,” he purred. He closed his eyes and let his head fall forward. “I can’t believe no one’s—ooh fuck…” A low, throaty groan slipped off his parted lips. “I feel sorry for…” Opening his eyes, he looked down at me. As he leaned down to kiss me, he whispered, “I feel sorry for every man who hasn’t felt you like this.”

I just moaned, because words were lost on me. Jesus Christ, I’d never felt anything so intense, so incredible. All I could think was more, more, I wanted more, God in heaven, I neededmore.

Anthony groaned again and pressed deeper. I opened my mouth to beg him to fuck me faster, but then his cock found some spot inside that turned ecstasy into something I couldn’t even comprehend. And he hit it again. And again. And oh fuck…again.

He exhaled as he buried himself all the way inside me. “Like that?”

“I…” I sucked in a breath, gripping the bedsheets and trying to stay on this fucking planet. “More. God, Anthony,more.”

He kissed me gently. “I’m not hurting you?”

“Fuck, no, not even close.”

He grinned and kissed me again. “Just tell me if you want me to.”

I shivered. “To make it hurt?”

“Mm-hmm.” He dragged his lower lip across mine and released a quiet growl as he thrust into me just a little harder. “You want it to hurt, I can”—he slammed into me—“makeit hurt.”

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