Page 138 of Trust Me

“Alright, don’t be such a baby this time.” He winked at me before he added more lube to his fingers. “And breathe. I think you stopped doing that before.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath as he circled my rim with his index finger. When I felt that initial pressure, I met his eyes instead of closing them. The deep brown of his irises bore into me, nearly crippling in their intensity.

This time, there was slightly less resistance as he slid his finger inside me. I fought the urge to tense up, continuing to breathe through it.

“I’m going to try and add another,” he told me.

“Ten-four.”

He snorted. With his next finger, I could feel the stretch more intensely. There was a slight burn, but as he reached further, it eased. My instincts told me to stop him, but as I got used to the feeling, I thought I might want more.

“How many should we do?” he asked.

I propped myself on my elbows and studied his dick. Holding up two fingers, I hummed thoughtfully, then added a third. “This many.”

With a slow nod, he bit his lip. I could tell he was nervous about hurting me, but when I offered him a smile, he relaxed.

The third one made me grit my teeth, and my eyes watered. “Don’t stop,” I said before he could freak out. “Maybe . . . Uh, can you try moving them differently?”

He angled them a little, which made my toes curl into the blanket. It was a strange mix of burning pressure and a greedy need I didn’t even know I was capable of. I rocked my hips a little, then choked on my breath when I was struck by a sensation that felt like electricity. My foot connected with his ribs, and he grabbed my ankle with his free hand, looking at me with wide eyes.

“Oh my God, did I—”

“No,” I interrupted, still trying to catch my breath. “That was . . .” I breathed a laugh and covered my eyes with one hand. “Do that again.”

He angled his fingers the same way. “I feel it. Is that . . .”

“The one and only.”

When he stroked my prostate, it was like an intense buzz that radiated outward, making me clench around him. My heels dug into his thighs, but he didn’t complain. With the new pleasure, I forgot about the burn of his fingers inside me, and as he continued to explore, I opened up for him.

“I think I like this,” he said.

The husky edge to his voice made me look at him. His cheeks were redder than usual, and his pupils were massive.

“I think I really like this,” he added.

Before I could respond, he grabbed my dick with his other hand and flicked the tip with his tongue. I swore and clutched the blanket beside me as I closed my eyes.

He pulled back and tutted at me. “You don’t get to look away.”

Meeting his eyes, I swallowed. “No?”

Angling his head, he showed me the mark near his collarbone that had been covered by his shirt all day. Seeing it made me sit up, and he pulled his fingers free.

I immediately pressed my mouth against the spot where I’d claimed him last time.

“You want to renew?” I murmured.

It was clear he wanted to stay serious, but I noticed the way his shoulders shook a little. “Yeah, I want to fucking renew.”

I bit down on his neck hard enough to make him growl, but he didn’t pull back. After a minute, I moved to his shoulder and did the same thing.

“People are going to think you abuse me,” he noted.

“This is art. They can go kick rocks.”

Taking me by the throat, he pushed me onto my back. He eyed the mark on his shoulder, the corner of his mouth lifting.