Page 105 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

“Huh?”

“Flip onto your back,” I say again, pulling my fingers free.

He whines at the loss, but he does as I ask, climbing off of me and rolling onto his back. His eyes are wide when I crawl over him, settling between his legs. He looks vulnerable in a way he’s never tried to hide.

“What I should have said is I love how you make me feel,” I say, slipping my fingers back inside his body.

He pulls in a breath, arching his hips, his eyes never leaving mine.

“I should have told you that you make me happy. And that I’m so grateful you trust me in this way.”

“Joey,” he mouths, no sound accompanying the word.

“I should have said you make my life brighter, bub. That every day you’re in it is better simply because it has you.”

His hand tightens on my arm as I slip a third finger inside his body, going slow. I ease back, running my tongue up his cock, knowing—for me—it’s the stretch from two to three that can cause a moment of discomfort. I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, hand resting on his stomach as I do my best to show Brad the best parts of being opened up. How it can feel like so much and yet not nearly enough. How it causes a blaze, an unyielding desire to find out just how much more your body can take. How you reach a point where all resistance is gone, and there’s only the knowledge that you’ll burn up if you don’t do something—anything—to quench the fire.

When my fingers move inside Brad with ease, the man himself shifting and panting, I know he’s there.

“Okay?” I ask.

He nods, blinking rapidly, his knees bent and one hand above his head, grasping at nothing.

“Bub? Do you want—”

“Yeah,” he breathes, cutting me off. “In me. Now.”

I grab the lube, pulling my fingers out to wet my cock. I try to keep my hand from shaking, my eyes raking over Brad as I reach for his dick next, pumping him a few times to spread the lube.

“Breathe out when I push in,” I tell him. “And stroke yourself. It’ll help.”

He nods, and I slide my fingers back into his body, fucking him with them a few more times to make sure he’s ready. Thefuck, fuck, fuckhe lets out assures me that he is.

When I ease free and grab the base of my cock, I meet Brad’s eye, checking in. He nods again, the green of his eyes a small ring surrounding black pupil.

I notch against him, pressing gently. His sharp intake has me stalling.

“Don’t stop,” he tells me immediately. “It’s not bad. Promise.”

“Stroke yourself,” I remind him.

He shakes his head quickly. “Not a good idea. Too close.”

“Do you want me to—”

“I said don’t stop,” he repeats. “Please. I can’t… You have to keep going, Joey.”

Taking Brad at his word, I press forward. He makes a sound like ahah, his neck arching back, his hand trembling on his cock, not moving, only holding. His muscles are tight, and I’m about to suggest switching to fingers for another minute when Brad breathes out, the tension release allowing my crown to pop inside his body.

He says, “Oh.Oh, oh,” I slip another half inch forward, and then, with a jerk, Brad starts coming over top of his fist.

I watch in absolute shock as he strokes himself through the tail end of the orgasm forced from him, his ass strangling the head of my cock. It’s a battle to stay still. To let him ride out his euphoria without moving a muscle, knowing pushing inside of him at this point might only hurt.

But seeing his pleasure? Watching him come apart on only a couple inches of my cock?

It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

When Brad slumps flat, he breathes out heavily, a shaky exhale followed by an equally shaky inhale. “Fuck,” he says. “Holy fuck. I’m sorry.”

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