Page 146 of Twisted Trails
Truth is, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
That damn pink dildo.
He’s open to trying something new, to get his body used to it, forme.
It’s the hottest-fucking-thing.
Luc’s face turns just as pink as the said dildo immediately. His lips part on an exhale, then he mumbles, “No, but I was about to. Now, actually.”
My eyebrows lift as I watch him reach over to the nightstand and grab the toy and a bottle of lube, like this wasalwaysthe plan for the night.
He glances at me, eyes a little wide, voice uncertain. “I wanted to try it alone, but now you’re here, so…”
I kiss the sharp line of his jaw. “I can leave if you want,” I murmur against it, even though I don’t mean a goddamn word of it.
Luc huffs. “No. You can be here if you want.”
“Iwantto,” I tell him, and fuck, Ido.
“Can you help me with it? You know I’m new to all of this.”
Fuck, my heart.
“Yeah, I’ll help.” My hand works him slowly, and I feel every twitch and shiver.
“You’re just gonna dothat?” Luc pants after a while, hips jerking into my palm.
I lean close, just enough for him to feel my breathagainst his cheek and smirk. “If I remember correctly, you said you didn’t buy the toy to use itwithme.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but whatever it is dies the second I stroke him again, harder this time. His breath catches in his throat as he buries his face in my neck and clings to my shoulders.
Fuck, I love this.
I lovehimlike this.
I stop my movement, and he whimpers softly.Fucking whimpers.My cock twitches at the sound, and yeah, I should just stay back and watch, but since he’s brave enough to try this, I need him prepped right—safe, stretched, taken care of—so I reach for the lube. The bottle clicks open, loud in the quiet between us, and I hear his breath hitch again.
I coat him, his cock, balls, everything, and let it drip and slide lower. He gasps when the cold hits his skin, and I wrap my hand around him again, working him over. My other hand slides lower, fingers coaxing the tight ring of muscle there. He’s tense and trembling a little, nervous for sure, but he doesn’t pull away.
“You sure you want me to help?”
“Yes, don’t stop, Mase.”
“Okay, relax for me, baby, you’re safe. I’ve got you.”
He tries. I can feel it. His whole body shivers with effort, but he exhales slowly and lets me in—just the tip of one finger at first but enough to breach him.
He jolts, more in surprise than in pain, probably. His breath stutters in my ear, and I press my mouth to his neck, kissing the spot where it meets his shoulder.
“You’re doing so good for me,” I breathe out, keeping my rhythm on his cock, not letting him drift too far into discomfort. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It…” He swallows. “It hurts a little, but it also feels good.”
Fuck.
I kiss his jaw. “Good boy. Let’s see how much we can loosen you up for the toy.”
I push deeper, easing the finger in slowly, giving him time to adjust. He clenches, then softens, and I never let go of his cock, always grounding him with that touch.
