Page 28 of What I've Tasted of Desire

I cleared my throat and leaned over to spit on him. I heard him sigh as I ran my index finger through the spit and brushed it all around the tight hole. I pushed my finger inside of him and he grunted.

“Is spit enough for one finger, or should I be using lube already?”

“Um, I don’t mind a little burn; I get off on it. But a good golden rule is that everything is always more comfortable with lube.”

“Okay, thank you.” I pulled my finger out of him and grabbed the bottle of lube off the table.

“I should also note that, if you are going to eat him out first, he’s going to open up a lot easier and everything is gonna be a lot more slick. Just keep that in mind. If you get your boy good and aroused and slip your tongue in there a few times, you probably won’t need lube, at least for a finger or two. I can tell from your bulge you’ve got at least eight thick inches, so I would make sure he’s nice and loose, and you use an obscene amount of lubricant until you both get more comfortable with each other's bodies and limitations.”

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

I coated my pointer and middle finger in lubricant. “Do you prefer water-based or silicone based lubricant?”

“If we are just playing around a bit, some light fingering and making each other cum, I prefer water-based. It’s less messy. If you are going to fuck him, I would use silicone. It lasts longer and tends to be slippier, but messier in the clean-up.”

I brought my slicked up hand back to his ass and pushed my pointer finger into him.

“Mmm.”

I pumped my finger in and out of him slowly, my breath hitching as I watched the digit disappear inside of him. My dick strained against the fabric of my briefs. A weird blend of arousal and disgust eddied through my veins, hot and thick.

“Now, you’ll want to add some wrist motion as you are fingering me. A little back-and-forth will simulate a vibrating sensation. It feels good, and it will help loosen every- everything up f-faster.” His breath hitched audibly. “Yep, just like that. In a minute or so, I’ll be ready for another finger. Do you want me to tell you, or do you want me to let you go at your own pace?”

“Please tell me.”

He nodded, and let his head loll to the side and his mouth go slack. He certainly seemed like he was enjoying it, which gratified me. As much as I didn’t want to be engaging in any sexual act with anyone who wasn’t Alex, it made me feel a little better that I was giving him some pleasure. I wanted that for Alex. I wanted to make him feel good—to keep him satisfied and taken care of in every single way.

I pulled my finger out of the boy completely and pushed it back in. It went in far easier than it had just a minute or so ago. I took that as a ready sign, and slowly slipped my middle finger in alongside the pointer finger.

Tiegan moaned as he stretched around the digits. “Oh, yeah. Great job,” he encouraged me. He lifted his left leg just a bit. “Now turn your hand palm and curl your fingers like you’re digging change out of a cash register…”

I did as I was told, and my fingers came into contact with a soft, spongy thing. It made Tiegan cry out. “Th-that’s what you’re gonna be looking fo- aww!”

Tiegan’s breath quickened. He had his mouth open and eyes closed as I curled my fingers inside of him. His soft skin had broken out in a sheen of sweat. I was, of course, faithful to Alex and only Alex, but I had to admit that he made an attractive picture. “Oh, yeah… you’re a natural,” he groaned. “Sofucking good. If we did this long enough, with those thick fingers of yours, I bet you could make me come just like this.”

“Is that ayouthing, or anevery boything?”

He huffed out a breath and chuckled. “That, I’m not sure. I have a feeling it won’t be long before you learn how to make him come undone. You’re very tender.”

“Am I being too soft? Should I be more aggressive?”

“With me? Yes. With your honeybun… again, I can’t answer that. You are going to have to get to know his b-” Tiegan stopped mid-sentence as I quickened my pace and started jamming my fingers inside of him, my resolve beginning to give way.

I could feel the wet spot growing in my briefs as my heartbeat quickened, and my hands started to get shaky.

“Oh, fuck! Yes-s-s.”

He lifted his hips up off the cot an inch or so as he started bucking back on my fingers. I obliged him for a moment before pulling my fingers out. Urgency was clouding my brain. I needed to get all the information I could out of him in the next few seconds. My brain was becoming fuzzy, painting the room in splotches of crimson, and my cock was so fucking hard it was actuallyhurt.

“When you get fucked, do you prefer long, slow thrusts, or quick shallow bursts?” I gritted out.

“Both,” he breathed. “Start long and slow. As you get closer, switch to shorter thrusts against his prostate.”

“Get up. And bend over the side of the cot,” I told him, my patience with him suddenly worn jagged and razor-thin.

He opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder at me.

“Now!” I barked.

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