Page 92 of Forget Me

“You know my brother is gay, right? Not that your sexuality needs my stamp of approval. But why didn’t you tell me about your toys? I could have…” Even though it had stopped announcing itself, the dildo in the drawer pulled my focus to it.

“No, no, I wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t what?” I propped my hands on my hips. “You wouldn’t want to ask for what you want?”

“No, I…”

“Mateo.” I reached past him and drew out the dildo. It was heavy in my hand, but I liked the way the curved base nestled into my palm. “Take off your clothes.”

His eyes widened, and he licked his lips. Then, slowly, he reached behind his neck and pulled off his shirt. He dropped it on the floor next to mine. Then he paused.

I took a moment to admire his chest, muscled and lean. I ran one finger through the springy hair between his pecs. Goosebumps rose on his skin. His fingers flexed at his sides, but he didn’t move to touch me.

“Good boy.” I leaned over and licked his nipple, then I sucked it into my mouth and gently bit down. Releasing it, I looked into his half-closed eyes from under my lashes. “I’m going to make you feel so good. Now, take off your pants.”

While he wrestled off his jeans, I peered into the drawer and found a bottle of lube. I uncapped it and poured some into my palm to warm it. Butt stuff wasn’t really my thing, or at least I’d never found a partner who’d given it to me in a way that rocked my world, but I’d had plenty of talks with Ben and knew the basics.

When Mateo was naked and standing beside the bed, I slicked the lube onto his erection, which went even harder as I caressed it. Slowly massaging him root to tip with one hand, I reached behind and slathered up his balls, too.

He groaned. “Feels good.” His hands landed on my breasts, and they followed the fabric of my bra to the back clasps.

“Ah-ah,” I said, squeezing the base of his dick. “Hands at your sides. I’m getting you off first.”

His eyes widened. “But I—”

“Shh.” I kissed him quiet as I continued the slow slide of my hands over his length. He’d always been so selfless in bed. I was so far in the red on orgasm count he should have repossessed my pussy. “Tonight is about you. Lie back.”

He tugged down the covers then lay on the sheet, his erection curving up over his belly. I poured more lube into my hand. “Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good, okay?”

He knew better than to protest again, especially while I fondled his balls. “Okay.”

I kneeled between his legs, and he bent his knees. I trailed my finger down his taint to his hole and pressed it with the flat part of my thumb. He groaned. Okay, that sounded like a good sign.

Encouraged, I lubed up my thumb and eased it inside the tight ring. He gasped.

I stilled. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, mi vida. Feels fucking fantastic.”

He loosened around my thumb, and I backed it out to slide two fingers inside. It felt different from my vagina, of course, but I tried a similar technique to what I liked, scissoring my fingers and feeling around for the bump of his prostate like Ben had described.

He stiffened, and I looked up to find the tendons in his neck corded. “Keep—keep going,” he gasped before he let out a string of curses.

I did as he asked, adding my thumb next to my fingers’ slow push and retreat. He squirmed, pushing back against my hand, trying to take more, but I had no more length to give.

“The—the toy. Please.”

I reached for it on the nightstand and lubed it up. I flicked it on and held it against his hole.

He moaned. “Yesssss.”

Gently, I inched it inside him while he gasped and trembled. “Still good?”

“So good.”

My skin tingled with a flush of warmth. I was almost as turned on as he was. My pulse throbbed between my legs, aching for the hard cock in my hand. Later. I’d have him later. Now, I needed to show him that he deserved my attention, my desire. How I cared for him.

I nudged the tip of the dildo toward the spot I remembered from before. When his chest stopped heaving and his balls tightened, I knew I’d found it. I buzzed the spot for a few seconds, then eased off. I returned to it again and again until he gasped, “Mimi, I—”

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