Page 55 of Finding Noah
He gave himself a couple of good tugs. Then he moved to my nightstand—rightly intuiting where I’d left the supplies. He pulled out the bottle of lube—and removed the safety seal. Then he opened the condom box and pulled out a long length containing several.
“Optimistic?”
“Oh, we’ll see how you do. Depending on how things go, I might let you fuck me. We’re off work tomorrow.”
“I remember. You don’t have any clients?”
He shook his head. “I like the idea of being off work at the same time as you.”
To me, I heard a very intimate statement there—that coordinating our schedules mattered because he wanted to maximize our time together. That meant something.Who are you kidding…that means everything.Yet I held myself still as he donned a condom. Then he put one knee on the bed and the other and headed my way.
I spread my thighs.
He settled between them. He lubed his finger.
My cock curved toward my belly, but I shifted my balls out of the way so he’d have unfettered access. I’d do whatever it took to keep him close to me.
He ran his fingers around the outside of my hole.
The cool liquid against my skin provided an interesting contrast. “I’m ready, Noah. Hell, I have been for about half of my life.”
“And I never knew.” Slowly, he sank one finger into me.
Since this was a new sensation for me, I tried to lean into it. He wasn’t hurting me, that was for certain. “More. Please.”
He grinned that mischievous and wicked grin I found so endearing. Then he added another finger.
Again, a strange sensation.
“Have to make certain you’re ready for my cock. You’re awfully tight.”
“Never done this before.” I ensured my breathing was slow and steady.
“Well, we’re just going to have to change that.” He scissored his fingers over and over—loosening me for him. Then he twisted his wrist and thrust his fingers in farther.
I was barely adjusting to that sensation, when he touched part of me that lit a spark and sent electricity arcing through my body. “What the hell…?”
“Prostate.” He eyed me. “You really have never done this.”
“I lived with my parents and was one hundred percent celibate. So when would I have had—”
He brushed it again.
My eyes rolled back in my head as the pleasure overwhelmed me.
“Look at me, Christian.” Said in a strong tone of voice.
I obeyed his command.
“I’m going to introduce you to so many things. I have toys. I intend to use them on you. If you’re okay with that.”
The final sentence appeared to be an afterthought, but I was totally fine with that because I was, in fact, fine with anything he proposed. He’d never hurt me…but he might introduce me to all kinds of fun things. I knew about my prostate, of course. Just had never gone on an exploration mission. Now I was glad of two things—that he’d introduced me to it and, more importantly that it had been him and not some random hookup or a complete stranger.
He withdrew his fingers.
I moaned in protest.
He grinned as he lubed his cock. “I’ll make this good for you, I promise.
