Page 113 of Off Limits

“Lube?” I asked.

He motioned to his bedside table.

On shaking legs, I climbed off him and crawled over to pull open the drawer. I grabbed the larger bottle in there, the one with the pump, and paused when my fingers brushed a condom.

“Asa?” he asked, noticing my hesitation.

I tossed the lube onto the bed next to him, then pulled the condom out. “Do you want me to use this?”

He shook his head. “Not unless you want to.”

Pushing back more of those damn chest flutters, I tossed the condom into the drawer. I’d get tested again as soon as possible to ease my anxiety, but I knew the chances of me not getting negative results were essentially zero.

The only risky behavior I’d engaged in over the years was getting tattoos and piercings, but I’d gone to the same shop for all of them. And in case I had any doubts, Jesse was good friends with the owner and his boyfriend was currently doing an apprenticeship there. There was no way in hell Jesse or Bas would associate with a place that didn’t use safe practices.

Biting back my nerves, I settled between Dex’s legs. I took a moment to admire the picture he made all spread out on the bed for me. He was magnificent, and amazingly, he was all mine.

“Asa,” he moaned when I took him in hand and gave his length a few slow strokes.

I loved when he said my name like that, all lust-drenched and needy.

Leaning down, I took him into my mouth and slowly moved over him, keeping my suction light and using my tongue stud to tease his shaft.

He shuddered and threaded his fingers in my hair.

Still working him with my mouth, I gently tapped my finger against his taint. He spread his legs and arched his hips up, his invitation clear.

I let him fall from my mouth. “Do you want my tongue or fingers?”

“Tongue,” he said, his voice as wrecked as he looked.

“Do you want to flip over, or do it like this?” I asked.

He hiked his legs up and held himself open for me.

My own cock pulsed at the sight. God, that was heady as fuck. Seeing how much he wanted this did wonders for my confidence, and I was finally able to shut off the last part of my brain that was still worried about fucking up or it not being good for him.

Splitting him open with my hands, I swiped my tongue over his hole.

He let out a guttural cry and jerked on the bed. I did it again, unable to hide my grin when he started rocking against my mouth and moaning my name.

Giving in to the overwhelming desire inside me, I licked and lapped at his hole, mimicking what he’d done to me, until I found my rhythm. When he was squirming on the bed and babbling deliriously, I stabbed my tongue inside him. I couldn’t go deep because of my tongue stud, but Dex didn’t seem to mind as he held my hair and repeated my name like it was a prayer.

Could he come like this? That would be so hot, seeing him come just from having my tongue in him.

“Too much,” he gasped.

I pulled off him and sat up on my knees. I was desperate to get inside him, but I needed to finish prepping him first.

He let his legs fall to the bed as I slicked up my fingers with some lube. His cheeks and chest were flushed pink, his eyes were bright with desire, and his curls were a tangled mess around his head.

He’d never looked better.

“Ready?” I pressed my finger against his softened hole.

“Yeah, do it.”

Being as gentle as possible, I pushed my finger inside him. He let out a soft grunt and clenched around my digit.

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