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“You might be mentally ready for this, but your body is probably going to take a bit of convincing,” he told me. “If it’s okay with you, I’m going to keep going. It’ll help you and your body to adjust. After this, I’m going to loosen you up with fingers and a lot of lube, just so you know what’s happening.” Then he paused. “I don’t want your first time to be bad.”

“I trust you.”

He smiled. Then his head dipped down and the sensation of his hot, wet tongue on my entrance returned. I settled back down on the mattress, letting out a strangled noise of pleasure I hadn’t been aware I could even make. My hands bit into the comforter and it was all I could do to just hold still and let him work on me.

But once I got used to it, what he was doing to me stopped being overwhelming and too much. Instead, it became very erotic. A desperate need began to grip me for more. My body wanted to take him, to feel him filling me, to yield to him completely.

He laved at my hole for a long time, before spearing it gently with his tongue, causing my toes to curl. I let out a whimper and gripped the bedding, putting my trust completely in him.

Derek pulled back and I heard the soft snick of the lube bottle cap being popped open. A moment later, the pad of his forefinger was on my entrance, slicked with lubricant. He rubbed it over my hole first, then pulled back, applying more.

“Take a deep breath,” he told me.

“I don’t need to breathe.”

“Trust me.”

I did as he asked, drawing in a deep breath. He slid the finger into me, gently crooked so that it hit a spot inside of me that made the breath escape my lungs in a rush and my eyes roll back in my head. My cock jerked against my stomach, leaking furiously and desperate for friction.

“How does that feel?” he murmured.

“Holy shit. It feels… good. Really good.”

He made a satisfied humming noise. Then he pulled out gently and I was surprised by the sudden bereft feeling of emptiness. He held his middle and index fingers together and coated them with a generous amount of the lube.

“We’re going to do two, now. If it hurts, we’ll stop. You’ll feel a little bit of a stretch. That’s normal and it’s a good thing.”

“You can’t just—” I swallowed, my gaze dipping down to his hard cock, the outline of which was visible through his black boxer briefs. “Uh. In gay porn, they just kind of put it in and go for it.”

“Those guys probably had tons of off-camera warm-up you’re not seeing. This is a muscle and we need to warm it up gently, okay?”

“I’d heal pretty quick.”

“You won’t need to. Quinn, please trust me.”

“I do.”

“Good,” Derek said, taking my cock in his other hand and stroking it tenderly—not the level of friction I wanted, but still enough to drive me absolutely wild. Then inserted one finger, followed by the other.

I drew in another deep breath and relaxed against him. As he’d predicted, there was a sensation of stretching, but it wasn’t exactly bad. In fact, once I relaxed fully into it, it was very nice indeed.

He rotated his fingers slightly and pressed the pads of both of them gently against my pleasure spot again.

I bit my lower lip and let the sensation of it wash through me, the pleasure going all the way up my spine.

“There we are,” Derek breathed. “You’re relaxing for me so well.”

He slipped a third finger in, and my breath caught as the stretch intensified, but not in a bad way. The opposite. Something animalistic inside of me took over completely, driving all other rational thoughts from my brain.

I needed him. I needed him inside of me. I needed him inside of me right now.

He seemed to understand, because he removed his fingers—going slowly—and stood up. I watched him pull his underwear down and step out of them, freeing his gorgeous cock.

It wasn’t porn star big or anything, but it was just slightly longer and thicker than mine, without a hood of foreskin. The tip was dripping with precum.

He applied a generous amount of lubricant to his shaft and head, groaning as he touched himself.

Then he gripped me behind both of my thighs, locked gazes with me—I nodded at him wildly to show him I still wanted this, more than ever before—and he lined his head up with my entrance.