Page 324 of Rage

Adam's forehead scrunches while he tries to figure out what I'm telling him. It takes him a few moments, but his eyes pop wide open when he catches on.

"You… want me… to…"

I nod and try to hold back from smiling too widely. I don't want him to think I'm making fun of his innocence, but his shock is adorable.

"But I thought, or I assumed…" he trails off, not able to verbalize whatever he's thinking.

"I like it both ways," I assure him. "I've never bottomed for anyone as big as you, though, so it'll be kind of like a first time for both of us," I say, somewhat jokingly.

He looks unsure, but his cock is leaking pre-cum at an alarming rate. If he's as excited as I am, this won’t last long. I take his mouth again, in a long, deep kiss that makes me nearly forget what I'm supposed to be doing. That is, until my heartbeat takes up residence in my cock, and it's pulsing against Adam's stomach.

"Let me just…" I strain to reach my jeans to get to my wallet, not wanting to leave his lap for even a second. With a chuckle, Adam holds my waist and practically lifts me to hover over theside of the bed before putting me back on his lap. I blink down at him. I knew he was strong, butdamn. He winks.Fucking winks.

"I don't know where this cockiness is coming from," I tell him. “But I'm into it." I huff. "Shit, I'm into everything about you. At this point, you could ask to foot fuck my ear and I'd probably come."

The face he makes is priceless. "Is that a thing?"

"Probably. There's some weird shit out there. Some of which I absolutely plan to explore with you. But for now…" Producing a single condom and packet of lube from my wallet, I rip open the lube and spread some over the tips of my index and middle fingers before reaching behind me. Adam freezes, eyes wide, as he watches me.

I sink one, and then two fingers inside me, not giving myself much time to acclimate because I'm on a mission. I stretch myself, fucking my fingers in Adam's lap, with one arm linked around his neck to steady myself.

"What are you doing?" Adam asks shakily.

"Stretching myself for you," I say, moaning a little when his fingers dig into my sides.

"Can I see?"

"You want to watch me stretch my ass to fit your big cock?"

Adam nods wordlessly, and I lick his lips before turning in his lap. I get to my knees right in front of him and bend forward, steadying myself with one arm on the bed and the other reaching behind to probe my ass with two fingers.

A whoosh of breath leaves his chest and brushes across my exposed ass. As open and confident as I normally am, this position is a little vulnerable even for me, but having Adam watch me finger my ass is making my balls feel heavier. I avoid my prostate in case I set myself off, not wanting to come until he's inside me. I want him to feel what it's like to have my ass clench around him and massage the orgasm from his cock.

I feel his hands touch the back of my thighs and roam up to cup my ass. His thumb swipes over my fingers, then pulls away quickly.

"It's okay," I pant. "You can touch me however you like."

"Can I, uh… can I help?"

Oh, fuck, yes.

Removing my hand, I curve my back and push my ass out like a cat. "You want to stretch me open for you?" Jesus, even my voice sounds desperate for him to do exactly that.

"Yes please," he whispers huskily.

"So polite."

Before I can finish teasing him, his fingers are brushing over my hole. My breath catches. They're wet, so he must have gotten some of the lube from the open packet. He toys with me, although I'm not sure if it's intentional or his uncertainty that keeps him circling my rim. He presses against it, the tip of his finger barely sinking in until I push back against him. He gasps when his finger slips inside to the first knuckle, then moans. His breathing gets heavier as he presses in and out of me, feeling around, sinking the finger in all the way. Unintentionally, he brushes over my prostate.

"There," I pant. "Right there."

His finger moves around again, stopping when I moan. He prods and rubs the spot inside me, feeling the tender fleshy button that has me bucking and pushing back against him. I'm already so close.

"Is that…"

"My prostate, yeah," I say breathlessly. "Give me another finger, stretch me open so I can feel your cock there instead."

A small choking sound leaves him, but he does as I say. His two fingers are definitely larger than mine. The burn of it helps stave off my orgasm, and I'm able to refocus on walking him through prepping me. I barely make it to three fingers beforeI can't take it anymore. I pull away from him, holding back a chuckle when he pouts like I've taken away his favorite toy. Once I tear open the condom, he snaps back to attention, gripping his cock tightly around the base. His eyes follow my every movement as I remove the rubber from the packet and reach to put it on him. His cock jumps when I touch him, and I can't resist giving him a few soft strokes before rolling the condom down over his thick length. It's a snug fit, but I'm able to roll it down and have enough room at the tip.

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