Page 64 of My Unfinished Heart

“Be careful with me?” he says.

I nod.

“Like, so, so careful,” he says.

“Turn over, Tristan.”

“What are you—? Okay.”

We rearrange ourselves again. It’s a process. I guide him with my hand on his bare skin until I’m on my back, and he’s straddling my chest, facing away from me. He plants his hands on my thighs as I pull his hips back enough that I can kiss his plush, round ass cheeks.

“Mmm…” he moans shakily. “Don’t use your mouth.”

“You’re pretty fucking clean,” I tell him now that I’m faced with his pristine ass.

“I’m trying to be in the moment, here, Archer. If you put your tongue inside me, I can’t make any promises.”

I reach for the lube and pop open the cap. “Next time,” I tell him. “That’s a promise. You can go wherever you need to in your head, but it’s gonna happen at some point.”

He laughs softly, sounding relieved, and his body loses some tension I hadn’t realized he was hanging onto. “Okay. But listen.”

I listen, but he doesn’t say anything. What he does is take off the condom. My cock jerks when the constriction gives way, and my heels dig into the mattress when he bends down to take me into his mouth.

I grunt with surprise. My nails dig into his hips, and a steady gasp keeps my mouth open. He’s using one of his hands, too. Liquid fire races up my legs, igniting my groin.

“Slow down, angel. Shit.”

He pops off with a gasp of his own. “My heart fucking broke again when you put that thing on. I was thinking I never got to touch you.”

Still reeling even without his mouth on me, it takes me a few stupid seconds to reply. “You can do whatever you want to me, but—if you want me to fuck you, you can’t make me come.”

“I mean, technically, we have all night.”

“Tristan. I need us to get back on the same page.” With cool lube on my fingers, I run two of them down the center of his crack. His back arches, and his ass presses closer to me, practically daring me to put my mouth on him.

“I’m back,” he breathes. “I’m back.”

He still has a firm grip on my cock, but he’s not moving his hand too much. I swirl the lube around the tight, pleated ring of muscle I’ve found, pressing gently at the tiny hole at the center of it. Like that was all he was waiting for, it suddenly opens for me, swallowing my fingertip.

“Oh, fuck,” he sighs. “This is fucking crazy. How is this happening?”

I don’t have a clue how to answer that, in just as much disbelief, if not more. I press into his hole, advancing my finger slowly and applying the slightest pressure, not sure how vigorous this kind of stretching needs to be. There’s not much give, leading me to believe it’s mostly up to him how much he wants to take.

“More,” he says, answering my first question.

I work a second finger in, and I was right, he’s the one who has to give way. I can’t force it. Or I won’t. With two fingers inside him, he starts to move, fucking himself slowly, experimentally, and letting out sounds so delicious I want to eat them.

“Talk to me,” I say, as my awareness starts to narrow to the hot, slick feel of him against my fingers.

“Fuck, I want you. I want you so much,” he gasps out before taking my cock into his mouth again and giving it a long, thorough pull. His tongue slides around everywhere.

“Oh shit…” I’m enough in my own head now that I’m in less danger of coming down his throat, but if he does that a few more times, I’ll be annihilated.

“One more,” he says. “One more. You’re not hurting me.”

I have to take my fingers out to lube up again, and as they slide from his hole, I notice the slight gape we’ve created—how far we’ve already come. That hole is fuckable. Suddenly his hand on my cock feels perilous again.

Starting with two fingers, I work in a third, and he sits back again, taking them to the knuckles as my little finger dents his ass cheek. It’s all so fucking sexy. So right to watch and feel. Precum pulses from my dick at the totally overwhelming amount of arousal I’m experiencing. He’s not leaving this room until I get my tongue in there, but I’m pretty sure I’m not leaving this bed until he gets my cock in there. My ring finger brushes against what has to be his prostate—the texture is new and different. The groan he lets out almost makes me come.