Page 93 of Up In Flames
“I’m having a really hard time keeping my dick in check right now, so if you want to go through with this, I would advise you to keep your hands to yourself for the time being.”
He nods, with no hint of laughter.
“Hey,” I say, pulling back to look in his eyes. “Relax. It’s okay to smile, laugh, or make a joke, even. I’ve got you, okay?”
He nods again, but remains quiet.
“Did you do everything I told you to?” I ask.
Again, he nods.
“All of it?” I clarify.
“Yes.”
“And you’re a little more familiar with how it feels and what to expect?”
“Yes.”
I can’t believe I’m about to fuck a guy who’s never even had a finger in his ass, but then again, making great decisions isn’t something I’ve ever been accused of.
“Good. Then lie down on your back,” I instruct, trying to keep the nerves out of my voice. I want to be able to see his face through this because it will tell me everything his mouth won’t.
I want to start by dragging my tongue across his hole, but this angle is tough.
“Lift your hips.” He does what I ask, and I slide the pillow under his lower back. It helps, but not enough. “Grab your legs behind your knees and hold yourself open for me.”
He hesitates slightly at the vulnerable position, but slowly makes his way there, and I smile as I drop to my stomach, preparing to feast.
I lap at his hole, reveling in his scent, flavor, and the experience itself. It doesn’t take long before he lets go of one of his legs so he can put his hand on the back of my head. The more he gets into this, the more I do as well.
Pulling back, I spit on his asshole again, remembering he’d responded so well the first time. The way he clenches makes my already-aching cock burrow into the mattress painfully.
“Please, Tay. I need to feel you.”
When a man like Knox Bennett fuckingpleadsfor you to touch him, you don’t make him wait.
Reaching over to the nightstand, I pump the bottle and coat my index finger in lube before bringing it back to his body and rimming his entrance.
His moans tell me everything I need to know.
“Try to relax for me. You can even bear down a little and that’ll help,” I instruct as I begin working my way inside.
A string of expletives leaves his mouth, and I still my finger.
“You doing okay?” I ask.
He blows out an exhale. “I think so.”
“No existential crisis about getting fingered in the ass?” I ask with a smile. Yes, this is a big deal and an important moment, but I stand by what I said earlier. It’s still good to smile, laugh, and make a joke through it.
“No, just getting nervous about how your entire cock is going to fit.”
“Ouch,” I hiss.
“That was supposed to be a compliment,” Knox says at my outburst.
“I know. Thinking about sinking my cock into your tight hole made it twitch, but it’s already cramped painfully against the mattress,” I explain. “Stay relaxed, I’m going to push in a little farther.”
