Page 44 of Voice to Raise
I added a second. I scissored and twisted and tried to open him up. All the while, we held gazes. Finally, I angled my wrist in just the right way to hit his prostate.
Precum leaked from his tip and he let out a little whimper.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” Endearments didn’t come easy to me. In fact, I almost never used them. With him, though, it felt right. Like he needed the assurance I wasn’t some fly-by-night rock star who was going to fuck off to parts unknown after he got laid. That didn’t mean I knew how long this relationship was going to last. Just that, for today, I’d take good care of him.
Tomorrow was a whole other thing.
Slowly, I withdrew my fingers.
He whined.
I grinned. I lubed the condom, tossed the wrapper aside, and positioned myself between his thighs. “This might hurt.”
He shook his head, even as he gripped his lower lip between his teeth.
Since our gazes still held, and I read no trepidation, I eased myself over him so my cock nudged his entrance.
“Just do it, Malik. Just push in, okay? I can handle it.”
Maybe he could…I was an entirely different story. I’d never wanted someone as badly as I wanted him—which made no sense. I barely knew the guy. And what I did know pissed me off. We were opposites in so many ways. We had nothing in common except for a belief we could make the world a better place.
Is that enough?
You’re overthinking this. He wants you to fuck him. Why not oblige the guy?
Right.
I pushed in. A tight fit, as I’d expected, but I was committed.
Again, he pulled his lower lip through his teeth.
After another moment, my crown was in. Even as he offered a tentative smile, sweat broke out across my brow. I pushed forward slowly—gauging how much he could take. I’d withdraw a bit, then push forward again. I did this over and over, ensuring he wasn’t in pain while fighting off my desire to thrust hard and fast.
That time would come.
When I was fully seated, he wrapped his long legs around my hips.
I cupped his jaw. His pale skin felt even more so next to my dark skin. Such a contrast. Yet I knew in my heart neither of us cared about that. We were all about this moment.
He grinned. “You’re going to fuck me now, right? Like you promised?”
“Yeah, like I promised.” My grin matched his. I liked that he had a little pillow under his head. A tenderness overwhelmed me as I worried about his comfort.
“Just go for it, Malik. I promise I can take it. I won’t break.”
I had to believe him.
And so I did.
Chapter Thirteen
Spencer
Idon’t remember sex ever being this good.
Huh.
Maybe I should focus on that instead of my lackluster sex life to date.
