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The bed dips as Orien joins me, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my boxers. “Lift up.”

I raise my hips, and he pulls them down and off, leaving me naked on his bed. The cool air brings on a shiver, or maybe it’s the dark desire as he takes me in that causes my stomach to flip.

His hand spreads my thighs with gentle pressure. “Let me see you.”

Heat floods my cheeks, but I spread my legs, giving him access to where I’m already slick and wanting.

As he takes me in, his breath hitches. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”

His fingers work their way up my inner thigh, collecting slick before settling where they belong, and I bite back a whimper. One finger circles my entrance, not pushing in, just testing the heat and wetness there.

“Please,” I say, the word escaping before I can stop it.

As Orien’s finger pushes inside, the stretch burns, and he catches my eyes. “I’ve got you. Just relax.”

Easier said than done. My body wants to rush, to take what it desires, but Orien doesn’t let me. His finger works in and out with a patience that borders on cruelty, his free hand pinning my hip to the bed when I try to push forward.

My thighs tremble. My breath comes in short, ragged pulls. “Another.”

He gives it to me slowly, the second finger joining the first with a deliberateness that leaves nowhere to hide from the stretch. My back bows off the bed when he crooks them, and an embarrassing, desperate sound escapes.

My hips jerk, and his grip on me turns punishing. “Stay still.”

I try, but I can’t stop thrusting at the air when he finds the same place again. A hand settles flat on my stomach, holding me down with a firmness that leaves no room for argument. The third finger comes only when my body stops fighting him, the burn deep and bright, and I drag the sheets into my fists and hold on.

The wet sounds in the quiet room are obscene, while my hard dick leaks pre-cum, and he hasn’t touched it once.

He keeps his focus on me the whole time, and when my breath hitches, he slows, fingers gentling, waiting until my body softens again before he resumes.

“You’re doing so well,” he croons. “Just a little more.”

The praise shivers through me, and my thighs tremble with the effort of holding still. Tension coils through me, pleasure building with each careful stroke of his fingers, each brush over my sweet spot blurring my vision.

“Orien,” I manage, his name breaking on a gasp as his fingers curl inside me. “Please. I need⁠—”

“I know,” he says, withdrawing his fingers with careful slowness. “I’ve got you.”

He stands to strip, unhurried, as if he didn’t leave me panting and strung tight on his bed. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his lean, muscular body. His cock juts from the thatch of dark hair at the base, thick and flushed, and my body clenches around nothing at the thought of it filling me.

Orien returns to me without a word, fingers gathering my slick before he fists himself, and my attention catches on the motion, my thighs pressing together instinctively before he spreads them back open.

“Look at me,” he says, tilting my chin up.

My eyes fly up to his as he fits his cock at my entrance and pushes forward. The burn is sharper than I expected, my breath fracturing on it, and his fingers dig into my hip to hold me still.

Despite all the prep and my slick, it hurts more than I expected. My first time with the security guard never prepared me for someone like Orien, and my body stiffens beneath him.

“Breathe,” he commands.

I try. My fingers find his forearms and grip them, and his focus stays on my face as he pushes deeper, inch by deliberate inch, until he bottoms out.

The stretch of being filled completely pulls a whine from me, my back arching off the bed, muscles straining as my body struggles to accommodate his size.

“Fuck,” I gasp, the word breaking on a half-sob. “You’re⁠—”

“It’s okay.” He mouths along my jaw. “You’ll get used to it.”

He holds still, and I hate him for his patience while I’m already coming apart. His thumb traces slow circles over my hip, and I shift restlessly beneath him, my body clenching and unclenching around his thick shaft.