Page 66 of Changing the Play

He looks absolutely horrified by that, and I already know the answer before he says, “Of course not.”

I give him a pointed stare, waiting to see what new line of bullshit he’s going to come up with, when he whips his shirt over his head. He nods toward me. “Get undressed.”

Fuck yes. I strip down quickly and climb onto the bed. Nerves fire in my stomach, but I trust him, so I attempt to relax. Watching the lines of his back muscles flex as he pulls his pants down, I stroke my already aching cock. Fuck, he’s so sexy. I let my eyes trail down his long legs, taking in the fine hair on his thighs that gets darker and thicker as it goes down. My dick jerks in my hand, pre-cum pulsing out, so I let go of it. This man has me on a hair trigger. It’s embarrassing.

Once Darcy’s fully naked, he turns around and looks at me, eyes widening. “You’re hard.”

I glance down at my throbbing dick. “Uh, duh. You’re fucking hot, Darcy. You think I’m going to watch you undress andnotbe hard?”

He ignores me, but his cheeks flush pink. “Do you have lube?”

What a stupid-ass question. What twenty-one-year old doesn’t have lube?

I wordlessly reach into my drawer and pull the bottle out, dropping it onto the bed beside me. Darcy makes his way to me and climbs up, settling his naked body on mine and damn near attacking my mouth with his. He’s not usually so aggressive, but I’m so fucking here for it. Dragging my nails up his back, I push my tongue past his lips, moaningwhen he sucks on it and grinds his dick against mine. The frantic kissing doesn’t last long, and when he breaks it, he fumbles for the bottle of lube and pops it open.

A bit of trepidation rushes through me, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna show any fear, so I hook my arm under my knee and pull my leg back. It’s terribly exposing and slightly uncomfortable, but Darcy’s practically devouring me with his eyes, so I can deal. Besides, my dick is still leaking, still hard as a fucking rock, so I’m sure it’ll be fine.

He basically covers his hand in lube. Probably too much, really, since it’s dripping off his fingers and onto the blanket below. His chest rises and falls quickly, and his eyes can’t seem to find a place to settle. He looks nervous, so I try to lighten the mood. “Why are you acting like this is your first time doing this? I’m the one who should be freaking out. Not you.”

He finds my eyes with his, and there’s humor there now that wasn’t there before. “I’m just afraid you won’t like it.”

I’m a little afraid of that too. “It’ll be fine. Everything we’ve done to this point has been perfect.” I gesture to my dick. “And it’s on board. So get on with it.”

He squeezes his eyes closed and nods once before looking down between my spread legs. Jesus. I wish he’d quit staring at it. His hand comes up and I force myself to stay relaxed when a cool finger brushes my hole. Holy shit. That’s… different. Not bad. Good, even. He moves his finger again, making small circles and spreading the lube around before pressing forward just enough for the tip to slip in.

It burns a little, but it’s not a bad feeling. It’s actually good. Wow. “More.”

“Don’t rush me,” Darcy says, raising an eyebrow at me. “I’ve imagined this a million times. Let me have my moment.”

My lips curve into a smile that quickly morphs into a slack-jawed gasp when he pulls out and pushes in again. It’s a little deeper this time and the burn’s a little more intense, but so are the good feelings.

This is nothing like I expected, and I’m pretty convinced I’ve been missing out my whole life because my dick feels like it’s about to explode. Like what he’s doing is somehow tied directly to it. I already know if I touch myself, this is all going to be over.

He works just the tip of his finger in and out, eyes focused on his task. My body goes a little shivery and hot and I squirm a bit as heat starts to curl around my balls and settle in my lower stomach.

“More?” he murmurs, glancing up at me quickly before looking down again.

“Yeah,” I say. Fuck, I sound breathless. I feel pretty breathless too.

“Two, now. Is that okay?” I nod and the pressure increases, then Darcy’s hand is resting against my ass cheeks. My head falls back against the pillow as a groan tears from my throat. “Fuck, Darcy.”

“Good?”

Good. So good. So fucking good. My fingers twitch against my side as I grip the blanket, only barely suppressing the urge to rock my hips and work myself over his still fingers. I nod, since words are hard.

It feels like he’s curling his fingers a little, like he’s searching for something. I don’t know what, but this is fucking mind-blowing, so I’m happy to let him do what he wants—“Oh my fucking God. What isthat?”My dick is throbbing heavily, so damn sensitive that it feels like a breeze could send me over the edge and whatever Darcy just did made it a hundred times more intense.

Darcy laughs under his breath, crooking his fingers again, and white-hot bliss explodes down my spine and up my untouched cock. My entire body locks up tight, a hoarse moan spilling from my throat as cum lands on my stomach and chest in thick bursts.

“Fucking hell,” Darcy murmurs, rubbing that spot inside me again, forcing another pleasured wave to ricochet through my body. I’m damn near convulsing, my chest heaving with each burning breath.

When my dick’s finally done pulsing and shooting, I’m still hard. Holy fuck. I look up at Darcy in time to notice wide eyes with blown pupils. He drags his tongue along his lower lip and finds my eyes. The disbelief there is probably mirrored in mine. “What the fuck was that?” I repeat.

My dick is throbbing again and still so fucking sensitive that it’s taking all of my self-control to not stroke myself. I feel like I’m seconds away from coming, like I was edging and stopped, even though I’m definitely covered in cum.

“Wow,” Darcy breathes. “That was your prostate.”

I mean, yeah, I figured, but also everything is tingling and tight and hot and aching and I need to come despite the fact that I just did. “I need to come, Darcy.”

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