Page 104 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

“Yeah?” he asks, sounding ridiculously happy.

“Mhm. Just don’t bite, okay?”

He makes an incredulous sound. “Why would I—Ahh, God. Oh God. That feels so much better than the nozzle.”

Brad drops his head forward as I massage his ass, slipping the tip of one finger inside. “Okay?” I check.

“Mhm,” he hums, his hand still on the base of my dick, his cheek rubbing the side of it. He turns his head, giving me a halfhearted lick as I press a little further inside of him. “Weird, but good. Keep going.”

I work myself past the first knuckle, going slow, in no hurry to rush this. The focus helps take my mind off my cock as Brad licks the head, giving me soft sucks in between sounds of pleasure and small gasps as I start stroking my finger in and out in earnest.

“That, uh,” he mumbles, making another sound like a choked moan. “It feels like itshouldn’tfeel good, you know? But it does. I kinda want…”

“More?” I ask.

“Yeah, think so.”

I pull out, adding more lube before rubbing against him with two fingers. “You tell me if I’m going too fast,” I say. “We can take however long you need.”

He huffs, the sound puffing over the head of my cock. “Stop being so wonderfully thoughtful and get your fingers in my ass, dude.”

“Bossy,” I mutter, lips twitching.

“Oh my God,” he whispers. “Am I a bossy bottom?Holy shit, am I turning into Alex?”

“Who’s Alex?” I ask, slipping one finger back inside of him and then the tips of two.

“Just this guy I know. I’ll explain later.Hah. Do that again. Again, again.”

I ease my fingers in, crooking them, and judging by Brad’s moan, the stretch is blooming into pleasure. “Good?”

“Weird,” he breathes. “Wonderful. How, uh… How will I know once you’ve found my prostate?”

I snort.

“What? Why’s that funny?” he asks, giving me a slow stroke, his efforts to blow me all but abandoned. I don’t mind.

I edge my fingers in a little further, searching, rubbing…

Brad vibrates as if I’ve shocked him, his ass clamping down on me as he garbles out a surprised, “Oh, holy fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck.”

“Good fuck? Or bad—”

“Really good fuck,” he says firmly. “I’m gonna need you to do that again, Joey-roo. Like, a lot. Just don’t make me come yet, okay? I have plans for Greg here, and as good as your fingersfeel, I’m pretty sure having your dick inside of me is my new life goal.”

I huff a laugh, stroking his ass cheek as I work to loosen him with my fingers. “I’ve never had as much fun with anyone in bed as I have with you,” I tell him truthfully.

“Dude. Maybe you can tell me about your past conquests when you don’t have part of your body inside of mine?”

I still, and he makes a mournful sound. “You’re not a conquest,” I say seriously.

He pants out a breath, and although I can’t see his face, his back rises and falls rhythmically.

“You’re not,” I say again, needing him to believe me. Needing him to know this, right here, has absolutely nothing to do with notches on bedposts. It’s…somuch more than that to me. And maybe it’s not the same for Brad. But I don’t want him to ever doubt that hemeanssomething. Period. “Okay?”

“Yeah, Joey,” he says quietly. “I know that. I do. It’s just… I don’t want to hear about them, all right? The…others.”

“Flip over,” I tell him, heart pounding.

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