Page 29 of Painted

Again, kissing made them feel better and put them back in the moment. They relaxed into Rhys’s embrace and actually started to enjoy the overtly sexual feelings between them as their body started to ramp up for more pleasure.

Until, once again, the whole thing took a sharp turn when Rhys nudged their legs apart and started to rub his hard cock against the crease of Early’s thigh, like he was ready for his climax.

“Are you taking PrEP?” he whispered the most unromantic words Early could think of in the sexiest voice.

“Um, what? No,” Early answered, squirming.

“Okay. I’ve got it covered,” Rhys said, pushing himself up and stretching over to the bedside table.

It suddenly hit Early like a train. Rhys was going to fuck them. He was going to shove his cock in their hole. They were about to lose their virginity completely.

Which was exactly what they wanted, right? They trusted Rhys. They’d had a crush on Rhys forever. They fancied themselves in love with Rhys. Rhys was their safe person in a world that was anything but safe.

Rhys would hate them if they chickened out now.

They twisted to their stomach, squirming to adjust their legs so they opened out to either side of where Rhys knelt behind them.

“Like this?” they asked, their voice muffled in the pillow, where they hid their face.

“If that’s how you like it, then I’ll do whatever you want,” Rhys said, all tenderness and affection.

He didn’t know Early was freaking out. They were absolutely certain of it.

They couldn’t let him know. He would laugh at them.

They gasped when Rhys slipped his lubed fingers across their hole. The lube was so cold it took their breath.

Good. It would hide how absolutely terrified they were. Rhys would think they were tight because of the cold, not because they’d never had anything larger than a beginner’s toy in there. A beginner’s toy that they’d left behind at their parent’s house without using nearly enough.

“That’s it,” Rhys purred as he slid a finger into Early. “You’re so perfect, baby. So tight.”

Early feigned a moan of pleasure, then let out a real groan of panic as Rhys switched to two fingers. It was terrifying. It kind of felt good, too. Their hips flexed with the instinct to get some friction on their cock. It felt like Rhys was deliberately trying to pull them open wider. That feeling of being at Rhys’s mercy made them giddy and squirmy with lust, but the sting had them moaning into the pillow and lifting their hips up.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Rhys whispered. “I want it, too.”

Rhys shifted over them, and Early’s eyes went wide. Did Rhys think all his noises and moving around were them gagging for?—

It happened so fast that Early could only let out a shocked groan as the pain of something large and hard moving into them dragged all the air from their lungs. Rhys made a matching sound, but his was one hundred percent pleasure and certainty.

“You feel so good, baby,” he groaned against Early’s shoulder as he moved slowly in and out.

Early couldn’t catch their breath. It hurt. They felt too full. It was so intimate. Something in them loved being completely controlled by Rhys. When Rhys paused and switched the angle of his thrusts, speeding them up a little, little bursts of pleasure began to fill them, slowly outpacing the sting of being stretched.

“Yes, baby, yes,” Rhys sighed, his thrust more and more uncontrolled.

It was awesome. It was utterly petrifying.

Early hid their face in the pillow and cried out with each of Rhys’s thrusts, not because they still hurt, although they dida little, but because as Rhys got closer and closer to orgasm, they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this had been a big mistake. They weren’t ready. They felt horrifyingly out of control, like their body wasn’t their own. It was something Rhys was using.

They should have thought this through and talked about it with Rhys first.

They should have told Rhys this was their first time.

Rhys’s sounds and the tension in his body reached some sort of peak, then subsided. Early wasn’t entirely certain when he’d come, but at least he had. At least they’d been able to give him that one thing.

They went limp after the momentary pain of Rhys pulling out, then stayed there, on their stomach, as Rhys did something behind them, then leaned to the side. They only raised their head when Rhys slipped back between the sheets with them, pulling their back against his chest and cuddling with them.

“That was amazing, baby,” Rhys sighed, nuzzling their neck and caressing their belly and side with one hand.

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