Page 88 of It's Complicated

Before I could ask, he drew my cock into his mouth and sucked, moving over me in a maddeningly slow rhythm as he tunneled deeper inside me.

I knew Isaac had experience with anal sex, the same as me, but it was fundamentally different being on the receiving end. I appreciated how he was letting me lead things.

“God, Z,” I tightened my grip in his hair, needing that extra connection as he moved his mouth over me and pulsed his finger, pushing deeper with each tiny thrust until he was all the way inside me.

“Holy fuck,” I clenched around his finger. I felt full but empty at the same time. “Another one.”

He looked up, surprise shining in his eyes.

“I have another secret. Do you want to hear it?” I asked, clenching around him again.

His look was the visual equivalent of someone saying “Duh.”

“I bought a plug.”

He pulled off my dick with a loud splutter, coughing a few times as he composed himself.

The move caused his finger to move inside me, sending a flurry of tingles through my entire body.

“You did?” he croaked.

“Uh huh.” I nodded.

He twisted his hand, feeling around until he found my prostate.

I cried out as the most delicious pleasure radiated from my ass. I’d found it myself and played with it, but none of myfumbling touches came close to how incredible it felt to have Isaac stroke it.

“Did you use it?” he rasped, fucking me with his finger and nailing my prostate with each pump of his hand.

“Yeah,” I gasped, rocking my hips and catching his rhythm.

“Did it feel good?” He gripped my cock and stroked it, moving his hands in time with each other.

“So good,” I choked out. “But not nearly as good as this.”

He let out a little growl that was way too hot and gently pulled his finger out of me. “Get on the bed.”

“How do you want me?”

“On your back.”

I practically dove onto my bed in my haste to obey, rolling onto my back and spreading my legs for him.

He crawled between my thighs and patted my hip. “Move up a bit so we’ve got room.”

I shimmied until I was more in the middle of the bed, then leaned back on my elbows, my body buzzing with anticipation.

Issac crawled over me and blanketed my body with his, pressing me into the mattress as he slotted our mouths together in a slow, deep kiss.

I lay under him, loving the feeling of his weight on me, his hot skin against mine.

Before I could get lost in his kisses, Isaac pressed two fingers against my hole.

Bearing down, I forced myself to relax as he pushed them inside me.

I wanted this, but it was new and strange. Isaac seemed to inherently understand, and he slowly, carefully worked his fingers inside me, his kisses distracting me enough that there was no pain, only a weird sort of pressure and an unnatural feeling of fullness.

When he was all the way inside me, he dragged them out, stroking my prostate and sending another of those zings through me.

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