Page 81 of Studious
I didn’t.
“It’s the ultimate turn-on. For you to be responding to things I’m doing to you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He lets out a puff of air against my skin. “There we go.” And I realize his finger isn’t making me uncomfortable anymore. He adds another one. He’s moving gently, going slowly and letting me get used to him.
I can see why this is a big deal.
After a while, his fingers inside me go from being just okay to being something I want more of.
“It’s not enough,” I whine.
“That’s a good sign. You’re getting there.” He adds some more lube and another finger. “I don’t want this to hurt. I’d rather overdo the prep, especially for your first time. When you’re a pro, you can do this with spit or whatever. But right now, that would hurt you bad.” He kisses my ass again. “You’re almost there.”
His fingers brush against something that sends sparks flickering through my brain and makes my dick perk up.
It’s unfathomably good. I was determined—I was doing this no matter what. Even if it hurt.
But the care that Danny is taking with me is almost too much to bear. I don’t know what it’s going to be like with him inside me.
I need to find out.
“Just fuck me.”
He nods against my back. “Okay.”
I blink. “So easy?”
“So easy. You’re ready. Or, at least, I think you are. I’m still trusting you to speak up if it’s not okay.”
“Okay.”
I look over my shoulder and see him kneeling, ripping open a condom and sheathing himself. He’s looking down as he does it, but then he looks at me and the radiance on his face is palpable. “Thank you for trusting me with your body.” He pours more lube onto his cock. Are we going to be bathing in lube? I guess so.
I nod.
“I’ve asked a million times, but I want to be sure. You can still change your mind—now or a minute from now or at any point. Do you want me to do this?”
“Oh, God. Yes. Please.”
“Okay. Relax and breathe and bear down on me.” He lines himself up with my entrance. I smell the latex. And I feel him enter me slowly, the invasion drawing all my attention.
And, okay. Yeah. It hurts.
I suck in a breath.
“It burns, right?”
“Yeah,” I gasp, tears stinging my eyes.
“Want me to stop?”
“No.” I’m holding my breath, so it’s hard to talk. The feeling is indescribable. Another man—Danny—up my ass. For some reason, my nose is starting to run. I think I might be crying—in a happy, relieved way.
“Okay.” Now his voice is sounding strained. “You are so fucking tight. And you are so fucking beautiful. This ass. Your smile. Your body. Your humor.”
I’ve never heard Danny babble. I think he’s trying to distract me.
