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“Yeah,” I say. At this point, he could use his spit and I’d let him. I’d let him tear me apart, just to feel him inside of me again. I uncap it, feeling suddenly shy. The first time he fucked me, I was already prepped, and now he’s going to have to watch me do it. I don’t know how he’ll feel about that.

But my worry dies almost as soon as it’s brought to life because he wets his lips and grabs his cock as I smear my fingers with the lube.

“Fuck me,” he murmurs as I spread my legs and slide a finger inside me. “You’re so hot.”

It spurs me on, adding more lube and stuffing more fingers inside of me. One. Two. Three. Until I’m fucking back on my hand, my head thrown back, my entire body thrumming with need. I’m sure it’s been longer than ten minutes, but neither of us cares.

I definitely don’t care when Wesley joins me on the bed and slides a finger inside of me, right alongside my own. Knowing that he’s inside of me, even a small part of him, drives me wild, my cock bucking and my balls tightening.

“Damn, you’re so tight.”

I groan as he crooks his finger, and then I arch up when he adds a second one, stretching me so damn wide.

We fuck into me together for a few minutes until finally I beg him to fuck me and he obliges. His cock enters me in one swift thrust, causing me to cry out at the pain that shoots through me. But pain is what I like, it’s tinged with pleasure, and I know that soon it will grow, will burst through me until I’m mindless with it.

My legs wrap around his waist as he pistons his hips into me over and over, his cock hitting my prostate with each thrust. I’m mewling, whining, panting like a dog. I grab on to his hair and pull, dragging my tongue along his neck as he takes me.

I hear his grunts, his deep throaty breathing. I can taste his sweat on my lips as I bite and kiss my way up his neck, feeling the stretch of his dick in my hole as if I’m a virgin taking it for the first time.

“I want to fuck you every way,” he groans. “On your hands and knees.” He sits up, angling his hips and pushing into me. I cry out at the new position, the drag of his cock on my insides.

“Want you on top. Want you to bounce on my cock.” Thrust. Thrust. The slap of skin is almost deafening.

“Want you to fuck me too. Want to try it. Want you to top me, Simon.”

The visual, of his hole stretching around me makes me nearly come, but he’s not done with me. Not yet. My legs are thrown over his shoulders and he wraps an arm around them, his thrusts changing position once again. I can barely keep my eyes open, can barely even breathe at how good it is. My entire body zings with pleasure, all of my nerves sending signals straight to my dick.

His lips descend on my calf, and he bites down right as he slams into me, and I nearly scream.

“Love the sounds you make,” he grunts. “You’re gonna make me come. Want you to say my name while you do. My name, Simon. Mine.”

His thrusts grow more frantic, and I grab on to my dick, pumping it until my pent-up load explodes across my chest. His name leaves my lips as my ass squeezes his hard cock. He groans, and I feel his cum shoot into me, painting the walls of my ass.

Wesley falls down onto me, his lips tender on mine. We kiss for a minute, just savoring it, and then he sighs.

“We’re going to be late.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, not really sorry at all. And it doesn’t look like Wesley is either.

“Don’t be. That was hot as fuck.”

He pulls out of me, and I wince at the loss of him, but he doesn’t go far. He just leans up on his elbow and looks down at me.

“You’re so pretty.”

I’ve never been called that in my life. But I like it. His hand slides across my jaw and he smiles at me.

“Gotta get cleaned up so we can go.”

I nod and then swallow nervously, the twinge in my ass reminding me that I’ve been fucking him bare. I never did that with James.

I didn’t trust him enough after he gave me a STI. He’d been cheating on me for months. After my positive results—thank god, it was nothing major and was resolved with medication—I refused to do it again. He begged me, pleaded, said sex with a condom was boring but I didn’t give in. It was a stipulation of me staying with him.

He pressured me about it every time we fucked.

I found out later he was cheating again. Thank god I didn’t trust him. Thank god, I protected myself.

Upon reflection, everything was so different with James.

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