Page 9 of Gin & Sin

“P-please.”

“Yes or no, babe?”

“Yes.”

“Mm, perfect. You’re so perfect.”

I shake my head, searching for his mouth again with my eyes closed. Kit obliges, exploring my mouth with his tongue the way his hand explores my entrance. No one has ever touched me there, and hecking hell was I missing out.

He breaches me with just his fingertip and my cock throbs.

“Oh god, Kit.”

“More or less?”

“Kit.”

“Use your words, gorgeous.” He presses his body into mine, and his weight, his cock, his beard, all of it is heaven.

“More.”

Kit grins, pushing his finger deeper. My jaw drops, and all I can do is hold his gaze in astonishment. Yeah, I put a few things up there myself—a dildo, a prostate vibrator, my finger—but nothing compares to what he’s doing.

He watches my face as he pushes as far as he can go. When he moves it in and out, I arch into him, as I shamelessly moan his name.

“Beautiful,” Kit whispers, bucking his hips into mine. “You feel so good, babe. So soft and tight. My sweet little ass-virgin.”

“Kit.”

“What? Do you need something?” He swirls his finger inside me, causing a stinging burn as I stretch around it. “I bet you need to come. Is that it? You want to come for me?”

I nod, gripping his shoulders. “Yes. I want you to come all over me. I want you to cover me.”

“Mmm, are you a dirty boy underneath that buttoned-up professor look?”

“I want to be.”

“I love it. I want to hear your moans.”

Kit shoves my leg up with his thigh under my knee and the change in angle is everything. My insides clench around his finger and my cock pulses with my release. It’s so intense I see white as I cry out his name.

“Fuck yeah,” Kit mumbles as he grinds into me.

I manage to open my eyes in time to see him squeeze his own eyes shut and grunt through his release. Warm, sticky ropes of his cum spray across my chest and belly, and when he opens his eyes again, I’d swear on a stack of books I’ve never seen anything sexier.

We both come back to earth, sliding against each other and breathing hard. Kit’s finger is still buried inside me, and I never want him to take it out, but I know he will. He collapses on me, his body heavy and sweaty. I inhale his scent, noting the masculine undertones.

I had sex with a man, and it was amazing.

As I play with his hair, the insecurity creeps back in. “Was that good for you?”

Kit snorts with his face in the crook of my neck. “Dude.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

He gently bites my skin before he raises his head to look at me. “You’re awesome, Stewart. That was fun.” Slowly, he pulls his finger out of me, and I shudder from the loss.

“I wish you could keep that there.”

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