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It all felt so strange and foreign to be on the receiving end of this. I’d done it to Tilly, stretched her to accommodate me, but this... this was completely new. In theory, I knew what to expect. There would be a stretch, and some burn before the muscles gave way and relaxed. It didn’t make it any easier.
The tip of Shawn’s finger dipped past the ring of muscle, sending little jolts of pain as my body tensed up all over again. He stopped, his hand not moving as he stared at me. Our eyes locked and in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to give in to him. To let him have my body and my soul.
Chapter 26
Shawn
“Babe, I need you to relax.” I leaned over and kissed his eyelids as they slid closed. His whole body melted beneath me, giving way to my finger as it sank deeper into him. Daniel was warm and inviting, an invitation to sin and debauchery. Mine for the taking. I hadn’t earned this privilege, not really. But to let the opportunity pass me by would be a mistake.
Little puffs of stuttered air hit my cheek as I leaned over him, pressing my finger in deeper, feeling around to find all his delicious internal pressure points. Daniel’s hips lifted from the bed when I found that delightful bundle of nerves and rubbed the pad of my finger against it.
“Sha—Shawn. Oh, fuck.” He was practically sobbing as my finger pressed deeper, more firmly, tunneling in to make way.
“Shh, babe, I’ve got you. It feels good, right? Do you think you can handle another?”
His body vibrated in my hold, thrumming with the anticipation of what was to come. When he didn’t answer rightaway, I hooked my finger, rubbing it against his prostate once more, producing a yelp before he nodded.
“Yes. God, yes. Please fucking God, yes.”
A smile of satisfaction spread across my face. He was a mess for me. Only me. That sent a thrill of excitement through me, making my cock thicken. Not that it wasn’t already hard as steel. Fuck, it was painful at this point, but Daniel Morgan had a way of making me so impossibly hard for him.
I nudged his hole with a second digit and paused as his brow creased in pain. I’d meant every word I’d said about not wanting to cause him pain. He’d never been fucked by a man before and if this was something I wanted to happen again, I was going to make sure it was a good experience for him.
Instead of rushing in, trying to prep him as quickly as possible, I circled the rim a few times. Daniel needed to adjust to the intrusion. The puckered entrance twitched and fluttered at my touch, my dick pulsing with the desire to feel what my fingers were experiencing. The poor guy was just going to have to wait. I knew I wasn’t small, and that wasn’t just my ego talking. I’d had partners complain in the past. Everyone wanted a big cock until presented with the reality of one.
Daniel’s hole eased open, allowing the second digit to sink inside. The passage squeezed the fuck out of my fingers as they slid in and out of him. I took my time spreading the two digits, scissoring them to spread him open further. Each time I did it, his hips rocked a little more, letting me know he was enjoying what was happening.
By the time I got to the third finger, I stopped asking for permission. He’d already said this was okay, and my cock was about to explode; watching him come apart from just me prepping him. The grip of his ass was a vise, strangling my fingers as they slid in and out. Daniel writhed against the sheets,incoherent words tumbling from his lips as I continued to fuck him with my hand.
He was stunning.
There are points in life where you wish you had a camera. That you could capture that perfect moment and keep it for all eternity. It’s always at a time when one isn’t available and this was that moment for me. I wanted to keep the memory of the look of rapture on Daniel’s face as he rode my fingers. His hips bucked wildly, and I didn’t even have to work for it at this point. In reality, I probably needed to stretch him a little more, but if I didn’t get inside of him soon, my dick was doomed to fall off.
“Oh. Fuck. Why?” he whined as my fingers left his body. When those too-wide brown eyes blinked up at me, I was done for. The bottle of lube was much too far away, and I didn’t want to scramble across the bed to retrieve it, but this would be impossible without it. My body ached as I crawled across the mattress, leaving him behind me. Once my hand wrapped around the bottle, a strange sort of calm washed over me. This was it. This was the moment when Daniel became mine. Wholly and completely mine.
I trembled as I turned to face him, those deep brown pools trailing up and down my body. Heat licked a trail across my skin as I opened the bottle of lube and poured a large amount into my palm. The cool liquid did nothing to calm me down, to snap me out of whatever haze was settled over the two of us. Not even when my hand wrapped around my engorged length did it settle the fire that blazed through my veins.
I was in deep. How had we gotten into this so damn fast? If I had known that all it would have taken was a snowstorm to put us in this position, I would have willed the skies to open up a long-ass time ago.
“Shawn?”
Only then did I finally snap out of my daze, hand still cradling my dick as I stared longingly at the man spread out before me on the bed.
“You ready for me, gorgeous?”
He shuddered at the question, taking a deep breath and nodding. Daniel brought his hands up to his face and rubbed at it as if he were embarrassed. There was nothing to be ashamed of with me. If he wanted to be fucked, he would get fucked. I was more than happy to provide that for him.
Daniel let out a squeak as I grabbed his ankles and shoved his thighs toward his chest. The way his stretched and gaping hole winked at me made my balls tighten. I was about to make this man mine.
When I lined up the head of my dick with his entrance, it felt like we were back at the beginning. Daniel tensed right back up and I knew that this wasn’t about to be the fast and wild fucking that I was used to. That was fine. This deserved tenderness. Daniel deserved that. This needed to be special for him and not fumbled and frantic.
“When I push, I want you to push. It sounds counterintuitive, but bare down; act like you’re pushing me out—it’ll help.”
Daniel nodded at my instructions as I leaned in a little more, applying just a tad more pressure. The moment I felt his body press into mine, I pushed forward. The head of my cock pressed past the ring of muscle and Daniel froze. His eyes widened, but he didn’t seem like he was in pain, more surprised than anything.
“That works?”
I laughed. “It really fucking works.”
