Page 87 of It's Complicated

He grinned wickedly. “This finger?” He slid it through my crease and right over my hole.

I jerked at the contact, my cock bobbing comically between us as a bead of precum slid down my shaft. “Yeah, that one.”

“Tell me what you did to yourself. What felt good,” he rasped, gently scratching his nail over my hole.

The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt, and I let out a strangled cry, bucking my hips and smacking him in the cheek with my cock.

“Holy shit,” I panted. “Do that again.”

Chuckling, he did.

I jumped as more of that incredible pleasure filled me.

“That’s definitely way up there on the list,” I managed. “Goddamn.”

“What else? Tell me, Jamie.” Isaac rubbed his dick over his sweats, his tone desperate.

“It took me a while to get used to it, and it’s way better with lube.”

“Go get the lube,” he cut in.

“Reach under my pillow.”

He shot me a curious look and did as I said. A moment later, he pulled out the lube I’d stashed there earlier.

With another of those wicked grins that made my knees weak, he flipped open the cap and slicked up his fingers.

“What else?” he asked, rubbing his fingers together to warm it up. “Tell me what feels good.”

“It was really good when I circled it.”

Reaching between my legs again, he pressed his finger against my hole and rubbed the slippery digit in slow circles.

“Yeah, exactly like that.” I let out a sigh and relaxed my lower body.

“What else?”

“Pushing on it felt amazing.”

He switched to pushing against me. Not hard enough to breach me, just enough to set my nerves on edge with anticipation. “Like that?”

“Yeah,” I rasped. “Exactly like that.”

“Did you fuck yourself with your fingers?”

“Yeah.”

He let out a shuddering breath and pushed harder. We both groaned when the tip of his finger dipped inside me.

“Jesus, Jamie. This is so fucking hot.” He cleared his throat. “Does it feel good?”

“Yeah.” I pushed back on his finger, forcing him to go a bit deeper. “Really good.”

“Keep talking to me, Jamie. Tell me what you need.”

“A little more, that’s it. Go nice and slow,” I coached, bearing down so he popped through my outer ring. “Yes,” I hissed. “Deeper, need more.”

“You’re so fucking hot right now.” He licked his lips and dropped his gaze to my cock.

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