Page 59 of Bad Boy
His owlish eyes stare back at me, unblinking, and I know I’m going to have to guide him through this. He’s never fucked anyone before, guy or girl.
But I get impatient with my balls so close to a nuclear meltdown. Grabbing his hand, I tug him down the hallway and past the kitchen until we find ourselves standing on the fluffy beige rug in the living room. My toes curl into the soft fibers in anticipation of what’s to come.
My chain wallet is sitting on the coffee table. I swipe it up and toss him the little packet of lube from inside, tucked next to a condom.
What?
I always like to be prepared.
And the lube isfinallycoming in handy.
“Here,” I say, and he catches it, gazing down intently, probably reading the fucking instructions or some shit.
“Don’t overthink it, Preppy. Remember how it felt a few minutes ago, and just do that for me.”
I bend over the back of the couch and present myself to him, peering over my shoulder to make eye contact. His beguiling mix of vulnerability and strength is shining through.
“Okay,” he whispers, but I think it’s more to himself.
He runs a tentative hand up and down my back, giving my ass a little squeeze and causing a shiver to run down my spine.
I hang my head. The absence of his dick in my ass is pure torture.
“Lube, Linc.”
Then I hear the packet tear, and a cool drizzle runs down my crack and over my balls.
Lincoln rubs it in.Everywhere.
My balls. My dick. Then up to my asshole.
He swirls his finger around, teasing me like I did him, and I groan out shamelessly.
I’ve never had anyone touch me like this. I can hardly fathom it.
He easily slips one finger in, pumping it a few times. My breathing picks up, and I push back against him, needing more. He adds another, stretching me wider, but not wide enough.
“Like this?” Linc asks, panting and unsure. Almost as worked up as me. He curls his fingers, hitting that special spot deep inside me, and I cry out.
“Ungh!Oh, fuck. Yesss. Just like that, baby. One more.”
I grit my teeth while he maneuvers a third finger into me, stretching me to the limit and getting my ass open and ready for his cock.
“That’s enough,” I rasp, nearly gasping for breath as he pulls his fingers out, and I feel the cool air against my sensitive flesh.
“Your cock, Preppy. Now.” I glance over my shoulder, and he’s just standing there with half-lidded eyes, his gorgeous cock pink and swollen. He’s staring at my asshole, and that has my dick throbbing.
I tip my ass up even more, arching my back. He bites his lip, his hooded gaze meeting mine. A soft, smooth hand grasps my hip and holds me steady while he grips the base of his cock with the other. He steps forward, aligning himself with my hole.
Our gazes lock as he pushes into me ever so slowly. Gently. Tenderly.
The moment stretches on infinitely. Silently.
Not even the harsh breaths sawing in and out of our chests can be heard.
Then finally,finally, he’s fully sheathed inside of me. To the hilt.
I close my eyes and groan, dropping my head between my shoulders. I almost can’t believe this is happening.
