Page 84 of Bad at Love

“Yes,” I say again.

He removes his finger from me, then prods with two fingers, slipping them inside. I clench again, and it burns, but he gives me a minute to get myself together. I nod, letting him know to keep going, so he does, pressing both fingers forward. It burns more, alarm bells going off, telling me this isn’t right, that this shouldn’t be happening. I ignore them because my brain obviously doesn’t know what’s good for me. My body will like this; it wants this.

Storm takes his time with me, working his way up to three fingers. I’m aching to come again, all of this putting me on the very edge of an orgasm, but I don’t want to come yet and I really hope I don’t. I want to feel him inside me, want to see him lose himself inside me, need to witness my body giving him pleasure in a way it never has before. Not for anyone else; just him.

“Ready for more?” he asks.

“Yes, please,” I breathe out.

He picks something up from the bed and brings it to his mouth. I hadn’t seen him grab the condom, but I wasn’t really paying attention either. I’m glad he’s at least thinking clearly, because I’m not. Just like when I was drunk last night, my inhibitions are gone when it comes to sex with Storm. He rollsthe rubber over his dick with practiced ease, and picking up the lube, he slicks up his dick before scooting even closer and pressing himself against my entrance.

I swallow hard, focusing on making sure my body is loose. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something as badly as I want him inside me, using me to get off and then telling me how good it was.

“You have to relax.” He grabs my dick, running his thumb along the underside.

“I’m trying.”

He leans down, planting his hand on the bed beside my head and kisses me softly as he pushes inside me. I gasp when he enters me, just an inch or two breaching me.

Storm lets out a heavy breath, resting his forehead against mine. I grab onto him, needing to hold onto something and just wanting him closer.

“More,” I plead.

Carefully, he slides in a little further. My body stretches to accommodate him, and the soft moans that leave him are enough to have my body relaxingjustso I can take more of him. I need to hear more of those sounds, need to know how much he’s enjoying me.

“I’m halfway in,” he says in awe. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I drag my gaze from his face, down his chest and his toned stomach to where his dick is. I wish I had a better angle to see this.

“When we make a video of this,” I begin, causing his eyes to flick up to me and his body freezes. “Will you get a close-up so I can watch?”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters. “I wouldloveto do that for you.”

He kisses my lips, then pushes himself up and hooks his arms around my thighs and slides in the rest of the way. He goes in easy, and we both groan together when he bottoms out. Thefeeling is… like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I do not hate it, not at all. I force my eyes to stay open, to take him in, and I really wish I could see him lost inside me. Just the way he looks right now, on his knees between my legs… it’s exactly right.

“You feel perfect,” he says, grinding deeper before pulling out and going back in. “Are you okay?”

“More than,” I answer, bringing my hands to his thighs, needing to touch him.

“Good, because I need to move.”

“Please do.”

With each thrust, it feels better and better. I loosen up just enough that the burn goes away, but it’s still so tight that I feel every inch of him in me. It’s especially good when he swipes against something inside me that has me seeing stars. When he shifts a little, hitting it harder, I moan loudly.

“I want you to come like this. Just with me fucking you. Without touching your dick. That would be so hot, Gabriel.”

“I might,” I say. “Because that feels really good.”

“This?” he moves his hips a certain way and I cry out.

“God yes.”

He chuckles, hiking one of my legs higher to get a better angle as he leans over me again. He moves faster inside me, his lower stomach causing friction against my dick. Storm knows what he’s doing, that much is clear.

I like that he knows how to make me feel good without me having to tell him, because I don’t even know how to. There are all these things about my body that I’m unfamiliar with and it shouldn’t be that way, but it is. At the same time, him knowing all this is because he has experience. Because he’s done this hundreds of times. And I don’t like the thought of him being with anyone else. I’m not sure it’s fair of me to feel that way, but it’s just how I feel. I don’t have to share it with him, even though he told me to communicate. I don’t want to ruin any of this, soI’ll keep my mouth shut. The last thing I want is for him to get upset with me. Not now that we’re here.

“I’m close.”

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