Page 83 of Bad at Love

“Is it going to hurt?” I ask.

His eyes flick to mine and then to where I’m staring and back to me.

“Not with me,” is his response.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’ll make sure it doesn’t, but not everyone is so kind. Analcanhurt, but it shouldn’t. It’ll be uncomfortable maybe, butnot the whole time. It’s your body’s natural response, but it will be good, I can assure you of that.”

It’s quiet for a little while as I think over what he said, still staring at his erection like a weirdo. He’s lying on his back, hands behind his head, eyes closed. Does he want me to touch him? I never make the first move when it comes to anything we do. Well, not when it comes to him. I make known what I want from him, and he does it, but shouldn’t I give back a little? Marta said I should, and though I have before, maybe he’d like it if I took the initiative.

My mouth waters at the thought of what we did last night. I really liked that. I loved the way his dick felt against mine, the way his hand felt wrapped around both of us. Then watching him get off with my cum? God, that was amazing.

I think back to the shower. How I got on my knees for him and tasted him for the first time and I really liked that too. There are so many things we can do, so many ways we can touch each other and get each other off. This is a whole new world for me, and I am ready and willing to explore.

“You could… do it now,” I say, swallowing hard as I wait for him to respond. He turns his head to face me as he reaches down to adjust his pants.

“Didn’t get enough?” he asks with a smirk.

“You clearly didn’t.” I jerk my chin in the direction of his dick. He huffs out a laugh.

“Fine,” he says, getting up from the bed and going to dig through his bag before coming back with a bottle in his hand. “It’s better we do this off camera anyway. Get undressed.”

Without getting off the bed, I kick my pants off and toss away my shirt. My heart is pounding as he gets his pants off, then comes to kneel between my legs with the bottle in hand.

He’s hard. So hard and leaking so much pre-cum it’s dripping onto the bed. I have an urge to swipe it up and taste it, but Idon’t move. Storm’s mood shifted, and his playful side is gone. He’s serious now, and it’s not a bad thing. It doesn’t bother me or make me feel strange. Just makes me think he’s taking this seriously, as he should.

“Spread your legs and bend your knees for me.”

I put my feet flat on the bed, bending them up and out so I’m spread open for him. He pours lube into his hand and shifts forward before bringing his hand to my dick and jerking me slowly.

“You may come quickly, but you’re always ready to go again.” I blink my eyes open to meet his. “I’d much rather that than fuck for an hour and have to wait a day for round two.”

I smile proudly, though I’m not sure it’s something worth being proud of. But the way he’s looking at me… I can’t help but feel that way.

More lube is put in his palm, and he massages my balls with it gently, before sliding his slick finger down to my hole. I clench on instinct, and without him telling me, I force myself to relax. Storm presses his finger against me but doesn’t go inside, just rubs circles around me so I can get used to the feeling.

It is strange. Almost tickles and feels like it shouldn’t be happening, but I don’t hate it. And it definitely doesn’t hurt.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says, his voice huskier than it was moments ago.

I nod, licking my lips. “Keep going.”

Very slowly, he pushes his finger inside just the smallest bit, and I clamp around him.

“Sorry,” I whisper, taking in a deep breath.

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, dropping the bottle of lube and taking my dick to stroke. “Just relax. Breathe. Take me in, baby.”

His hand slides up and down my dick to distract me from the intrusion that I desperately want.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Just like that. Let me in. Such a good boy.” Sliding his finger in and out, he goes deeper each time. It still feels strange, but I still don’t hate it. All I can think about is his dick being in there, and listening to moans leave his mouth over him using my body and liking it. Over me being able to finally do something right for once. Of him praising me, telling me how good I’m doing, and loving every second.

“So good,” Storm says softly. “Are you ready for a second finger?”

“Yes,” I answer quickly.

“So eager.”

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