Page 19 of Of Pranks and Passion

My hands moved under his shirt, skating across the skin on his belly. He sucked in a sharp breath, leaning into me. All signs that he wanted more, but I wanted to make sure.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

He shook his head quickly, one hand catching my wrist to keep me from pulling away. “N-No, I don’t want you to stop. I just– I’ve never…”

Oh. Ohhh… That just made this so much more interesting. That possessive feeling roared to life, and I yanked him closer, growling low in my throat. Fuck, he made me feel feral. I wanted to possess every inch of him. I had to physically pry myself away from him, nudging him toward the bed.

New location unlocked. I’d never fucked in a loft bed before.

Gary’s expression was a cross between eager and nervous. It made sense if he’d never had sex before. I really liked how easy it was to read him. He made sense. And it made me feel like less of a freak when I could understand him. I grinned at his squeak when I palmed his ass on his climb up. I couldn’t help myself. It was right there.

His breath was shaky, and his eyes were wide when I climbed up to join him. I trailed my nose along his erection through his jeans while I moved over him. When I was on top of him, myhands resting on either side of his head, I froze. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to start. There were too many possibilities. If I was going to ruin him, I wanted to be thorough about it.

“Easton…” Gary breathed, squirming beneath me.

Ah, fuck it. I’d cover the rest of my bases later. Right now, I needed to be inside him. That possessive part of me needed to make a claim. I wasn’t going to risk not being his first by dragging it out. No telling how long we’d have to play pretend before people got the picture.

Patience wasn’t really my strong suit, so I set to stripping him without a ton of fanfare. If Gary minded, he sure as hell didn’t project it like the rest of his emotions. He helped by lifting himself up to get his shirt off and again to divest him of his pants. The material of his boxers was soaked around the tip of his dick, and he bucked his hips when I rubbed my thumb over the wet spot.

“Please…”

Ticking all my boxes, Gary.

If he wasn’t careful, I’d tie him to my bed and keep him there. I ripped away the last of his clothes, taking in every inch of him. He was thin and pale, but sexy as hell. I wanted to put marks all over his skin like I had on his neck. His cock wasn’t huge, proportionate to him, and was leaking sticky precum all over his belly. Good. I knew exactly how I was going to distract him from the stretching.

Stripping off my shirt, I tossed it over the side of the bed like I had with Gary’s clothes. I only paused long enough to fish out a couple of condoms and travel lube packets out of my wallet before stripping the rest of the way. Gary’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

“See something you like?”

He nodded quickly, stunned speechless. It was funny, and it only made things hotter that he was so damn eager. I neededto get things moving, or I was going to lose my mind. I didn't want to hurt him, he’d never done this before, which meant extra prep. I couldn’t lose focus right now. No matter how badly I wanted to.

GARY

Things were moving fast so fast my head was spinning. A few minutes ago, I’d been in the library studying, and now I was naked in bed with Easton. It almost seemed too good to be true, and I had to pinch the skin on my hip to make sure it was really happening. Easton pushed my legs up so my feet were flat on the bed. I was more exposed to him than I had been to anyone else in my life, and my face blushed so hot, I was a little worried I’d get a sunburn.

He was staring, his eyes wandering over my body like he couldn’t decide where to start. He looked… hungry. Like he wanted to eat me alive. The thought only made me more desperate, and I squirmed, whining at him.

“Please, Easton…”

His eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. It was like waving a red flag in front of a bull. I got the feeling Easton liked it when I begged.

Resting his weight on his elbow, he reached between us, trailing his fingers over my erection, down, down, oh god he really was going straight to the point, wasn’t he?

I thought I’d freak out, but he wasn’t really giving me much time. He overwhelmed me until I couldn’t think past the touches and what he was doing to me. Maybe that was his intention. Iliked it, though. I didn’t want my nerves to cause me to chicken out. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get this chance again.

With the way he was acting, I thought he’d be rougher, but he slowed down when he started touching me. Light fingers teased my ass, rubbing my rim like a suggestion instead of a demand. While he did that, his lips found my nipple and sucked hard, distracting me from his touch. I cried out as pain and pleasure intermixed, sending my body some very confusing signals. Why did the pain make it better?

Easton’s hand disappeared for a moment, and when he came back, his fingers were slick with lube. Nerves fluttered in my belly, but then Easton switched sides, giving my other nipple similar attention, and I squirmed under the assault, barely registering those gentle touches. Pressure tried to grab my attention, but then teeth got involved and my vision whited out. Easton was a genius. It was the only explanation on how he knew exactly how to distract me.

The burn was what finally drew my focus. It wasn’t a sharp pain, more uncomfortable, but it made me tense.

Easton hummed a scolding sound, nipping at my skin. “Relax.”

Easier said than done. I took a few deep breaths, trying to force my muscles to relax. I’d wanted this for years. I wasn’t going to scare myself out of the one opportunity I had.

“Good boy,” Easton murmured when my muscles relaxed and he could push his finger farther inside me. It felt weird at first, but not bad. I did start to worry I wouldn’t like it because wouldn’t that just be my luck? Finally get a chance to have sex only to find out I didn’t like it. I’d had dreams about it and always wanted to try it, but I never tried it myself. It felt too awkward.

Like he knew I was getting too in my head about it, Easton set to distract me again. This time by sucking on the head of myerection. I cried out in surprise, nearly jackknifing off the bed. I went from uncertain to on the edge in less than a minute, and it was only Easton pushing a second finger inside me that kept me from exploding. The burning distracted me enough to keep me from embarrassing myself. But only just. I writhed and moaned, the warm wet muscle teasing along my crown, making me want to sob with pleasure.

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