Page 43 of Punchline
“This good?” I asked even though I knew the answer. “Doesn’t hurt?”
He made a choked sound and then,“More.”
Oh, hell yeah.
“Want me to add another?”
“Yes,” he said with zero hesitation. “Baby, more. Please.”
I bit my lip as I slid my finger free. Then, even more carefully than I’d started out, I eased a second into him. Shallow at first, mostly to tease him but also to make absolutely sure he was ready, and then I let him impale himself at his own speed. He was doing all the moving now, rocking back and riding my fingers; I didn’t say a word because he’d probably remember how shy and self-conscious he was. I wanted him to feel good and not be embarrassed.
“Holy fuck,” he rasped. “That is so… How is that so fucking good?”
“Amazing, isn’t it?” I breathed. “Especially when… ” I bent my fingers just slightly, and I was immediately rewarded with a string of curses as he clenched around me.
“Jesus fucking—” He bucked against my hand. “What the hell is—holy… ”
I grinned and kissed his shoulder. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you the male G-spot is a myth.”
The sound he made was a mix of a laugh and a whimper.
I kept fingering him that way, easing himopen as I introduced him to the wonder and delight of the prostate. As much as he was coming unraveled, I thought he might let me do this until he came. We could fuck later; if he was enjoying getting fingered, far be it from me to tell him we had to stop.
But after God only knew how long, he panted, “Ethan… I want—fuck me? Please?”
I was the one to moan this time. Still teasing him inside, making sure he was a writhing, whimpering mess, I whispered, “That what you want? Because we can keep doing this as long as?—”
“Gimme your dick,” he demanded. Ooh, that was perfect—he was too turned on to be shy anymore. No self-consciousness whatsoever.
“Let me get some more lube.” I kissed the back of his shoulder. “Just a second.”
I worked quickly, both because I didn’t want to keep him waiting and because Ineededto be in himyesterday. I did pause to collect myself, though—as much as I wanted to fuck him, I didn’t want this to be over too fast. That was a challenge with an absolutely gorgeous man begging for my cock, but I’d manage. Hopefully.
“Get up on your hands and knees,” I said gently. He did, and I settled behind him. Our height difference wasn’t too hard to overcome; I had him push his knees a little farther apart, and that brought him to the perfect height.
I rested a hand on his hip and slid the other up his back, again trying to compose myself. Not that this helped much, considering I had a ridiculously hot view of his powerful back and that ass that we both wanted me to fuck.
Damn. Maybe getting humiliated during that fight had worked out in my favor after all.
The thought almost had a laugh bubbling up, but Itamped it down; I didn’t want Jake to think I was laughing at him or anything.
Still holding his hip, I guided myself to him. As the head of my cock pressed against his hole, tension rippled through him.
“Keep breathing,” I whispered, making sure my tone was as soothing as possible. “I won’t go faster than you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.” Jake looked over his shoulder. “A little nervous, but I want it.”
“That’s okay. I’d rather go too slow than make it hurt.”
“It hasn’t yet.” He took and released a deep breath. “I’m good.”
Just to be on the safe side, I pushed a couple of fingers into him again instead. Unsurprisingly, he was a little tighter now.
“Ethan,” he whined. “Please… ”
“I’m getting there,” I purred, sliding my fingers in and out. “Just making sure. That’s all.”
“You’re teasing me,” he growled.
