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He was. Aaron squirted more lube on his fingers and moved slowly until he had a second finger fully inside me. He repeated the action until finger number three was in, as well.

“Am I hurting you?” he worried.

“I think I’m okay now,” I responded, feeling a mix of vulnerability and a strange desire to be owned and used. He did things with his fingers that stretched me, and it was more pleasurable than uncomfortable.

“We got tested for the show,” Aaron pointed out right after withdrawing. “I’m clean. So are you—obviously. I’ve never done bareback. Trust me?”

I nodded. I did—more than anyone. “Yes. If I didn’t, would I have allowed you to shove your fist in my ass?”

He laughed. “It was three fingers, pookie. I’m not a sadist.”

“Don’t think I didn’t check the list to make sure of that,” I added with a grunt.

Aaron slapped my bottom. “Don’t make fun of my notes.”

I twisted my neck so I could watch him slick himself with lubricant. He was so sexy. I wasn’t sure if I cared whether he’d hurt me. I couldn’t wait for him to fill me. “I want you to like this as much as you do with girls.”

His hand motion stopped, then he leaned down to kiss my temple. “Mikey, I’ve already liked everything better.”

“But I haven’t done much…”

“It’s you.” His expression communicated that it should be obvious that was why. “Now turn over. I want to see your cute face when you feel me coming inside you.”

I rolled over onto my back and let Aaron hike up my legs until my calves rested against his sculpted upper arms. “Feel kind of slutty like this.”

“Must be why you’re so hard,” Aaron teased. “Such an exhibitionist.”

“Am not,” I repeated.

“Shh.”

He lined up the head of his cock, which now seemed frighteningly large, and began to press inside me.

“Umph,” I emitted through clenched teeth.

“You and me, Mikey,” Aaron soothed. “Close as can be…making each other feel so good because we love each other, right?”

I nodded. He slipped in further. The stretching had helped. When I was able to stop tightening my body, he pushed in the rest of the way. It seemed I was impossibly stuffed…until it didn’t. Pleasure took over and Aaron sensed when from my expressions. He smiled and gave me a couple of tentative pumps.

“G-spot is real,” I managed to say before sucking in air.

“Yeah? Something else for me to look forward to,” he replied. “Right now, I want to enjoy watching you come undone. Let it go, Mikey. No insecurities. No shyness. No self-consciousness. No worrying about whether I’m enjoying it. I promise I am, and seeing you loving it will make it even better for me. Okay?”

I nodded. I closed my eyes to block out everything but what he’d said, but I missed seeing his face already. I focused back on him and what I saw was love. The guy cherished me. I had no idea why, but he did and I was so grateful. Then he pulled back more and thrust in harder. The sensation was overwhelming and I whimpered. “Sorry. That sounded like a girl.”

“Hey!” he warned. “That’s not letting go.”

“Okay,” I promised.

Maybe to distract me more, he leaned forward to kiss me. It bent me enough to put some pressure on my aching shoulders, but I didn’t care. Kissing him was my favorite thing of all.

He moved slowly and sensually for a while, but my soft cries were beginning to sound needy because my swollen cock was leaking and my balls were lifting.

“You’re so adorable, Mikey. God!” Aaron picked up the pace and the sound of our bodies thwacking together became louder than the noises coming from my mouth. “So tight. You feel incredible! Don’t know if I can last much longer.”

“Me either,” I replied, not daring to touch myself for fear I’d ejaculate before Aaron did.

“I love you, Mikey,” he said through his gasps.