Page 167 of Knockin' Boats
I hadn’t told Sawyer this, but I’d experimented a little with ass play ever since I realized I might be into guys—and alotsince Sawyer and I started fucking around.
I’d wanted to be ready for this moment.
Not just ready, but fucking rarin’ to go. I’d been curious about this for a long time. Craving something I didn’t fully acknowledge but needed just the same.
“We won’t get too wild with this thing,” Sawyer said as he lubed it up. “I’m not going to turn on any settings. Just use it to open you up a bit.”
“Okay.”
He climbed between my legs and ducked down to kiss the tip of my dick. I let my legs fall open, relaxing into the mattress.When his slippery fingertip circled and then pressed against my hole, it was easy to let him in.
I groaned a little as he added the second one.
“Am I going too fast?”
He probably would have been if I was new to fingering. As it was, the stretch only made me want more.
“Use the toy. I’m ready.”
“Already?”
“Not my first rodeo.”
Sawyer shot me a shocked look.
“With fingers,” I clarified. “My fingers.”
And a few women’s fingers too, but I figured less detail was better in this situation. No need to ruin the mood.
“Oh.” Sawyer eased his fingers free and pressed the toy into place, its blunt head teasing my hole. “How about dildos? You ever had one of those?”
“Just a small one.”
“Well, then you should be able to handle this,” he said with an evil grin.
That was the only warning I got before he pushed it inside. It stretched my rim, burning on entry.
“Fuck!” I gasped.
“Too much?” Sawyer asked.
I shook my head, biting my bottom lip hard as it filled me, pushing and reshaping my insides. Nudging up against my prostate and?—
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Sawyer gently pulled my lip loose from my teeth. He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, then pushed it into my mouth. I sucked it with a groan as he slowly slid the dildo out of me—all the way to my rim—then pushed it in again.
And again.
Again.
I clung to him, meeting the thrusts, eyes rolling back in my head as he hit my prostate again and again.
Sawyer used his left hand to work my cock in long, tight strokes.
Pleasure coiled tight. Tighter.
“Wait!” I tensed, fighting the pleasure trying to overwhelm me. “Stop.”
