Page 82 of The Heartbreak List

“You don’t want to be stretched? Or just not that much?” He laps at my clit. “Was I too much last night?”

“No.” I dig my fingers into his curls. “That’s…no…” Everything about last night was perfect. “I loved the feeling of you inside me. The way we fit.” Every sensitive nerve ending he dragged his thick, pierced cock against. A wicked need awakens inside me. I do want to be stretched. Filled full of him. “The other thing on the bucket list.” I press my hand to the headboard as he starts to fuck me with his tongue, his saliva coating my pussy. “From this morning in the shower.”

“Your ass?” He stares at me with wonder as he slides a finger inside me and hits that spot that makes me dizzy with pleasure. “That’s what you want? You sure?”

We’ve been together for such a short period, but time doesn’t matter when everything else between us is so right. “I want it.”

He picks up the bottle of lube from the bedside table and squirts some on his hand. Warming it, he trails his fingers up and down my pussy. He doesn’t touch my ass at all, but the anticipation makes me whimper. Instead he returns to fucking me slowly with his fingers while his thumb finds my clit and adds enough pressure to make me want to combust. “Then you have to say it, sweetheart. Exactly what you want.”

An orgasm is building in my peripheral. The heat in my clit is almost too much. “I want to do anal.”

“You want me to fill your ass?” His gaze is dark and molten under those heavy lids. His chest rises and falls that bit faster.

“Yes,” I cry out as I climb so quickly toward the peak of an intense orgasm, only for him to take his thumb off my clit. It recedes into a softer, insistent throb. I climb up and straddle his lap. “That’s what I want, Theo. I’ve never done it before, and I want to experience it with you.”

“You’re not scared that it might hurt to take me? Especially with my piercings?”

“A little, but I trust you to make it so good. Whatever this is between us…” emotionally, physically, “I don’t want to hold back on any of it.”

He grows harder between my thighs and it makes me want to soar. He never once tells me that I can’t do the scary things; he only makes sure that the experience will be everything I crave.

It’s one of his traits I found myself attracted to in the first place. “And it’s a bucket list item. You said so.”

“My bucket list. Not yours.” His voice is low and velvety-rough.

“Theo?” I catch his face between my hands and stare into his eyes. “I want it. I want you to fuck my ass. I want to feel you. I want to live with you…right now.”

I rise up and kiss him, reveling in the way he makes me feel like I can conquer the world. Or at the very least, anal. He’s my man of contradictions with his dangerous fuck boy exterior and his gentle and focused heart. His callous disregard for plans and his ability to make me feel secure without them.

I find myself on my belly on the bed. He lays on his side next to me so that we’re face-to-face. His hand wanders between my thighs to tease my clit and when my hips buck, he slides a finger inside me. I’m slick from the lube and it takes nothing for him to push a second finger inside, building the banked embers of that lost orgasm into a new fire.

He watches me like he’s picking out the detail. The exact angle of my hip as it rises from the bed. The first whimper that escapes me when he uses his thumb to press against my asshole. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmhmm.” I lick my lips. It feels amazing. So many nerve endings fire to life under his touch. My insides clench around the fingers he’s still thrusting in and out of my pussy at a languorous speed.

He uses his other hand to squirt lube between my cheeks. It’s cold as it dribbles around his thumb but it warms quickly as he gathers it up and rubs it in so freaking slow.

Breath caught and body pulsing, I’m desperate for more by the time he wiggles the tip of his thumb into my ass. I fist the sheets as my head swims. “Oh…that’s…holy shit.”

It’s something else entirely. It’s this deep pleasure that I can’t even find the words for. There’s pain too. The tiniest sting to the stretch. And this urge. This need to take it. To move back on it so I can feel him deeper.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He encourages me as he eases it in and out just that little bit. “You take my fingers everywhere so beautifully.”

I mewl, my pussy clamping around his fingers. I’m so close to the edge and I’m pretty sure the only reason I don’t go over is because he’s keeping me on that razor’s edge on purpose.

“A little more, sweetheart?”

“Oh God.” I nod into the mattress as he replaces his fingers in my pussy with his cock.

He exchanges thumb for finger, fucking me just enough to keep me on that edge while he stretches my asshole. Adds more lube. Stretches me a bit more. Until he’s satisfied that I can take him without it hurting. “Does it feel good? Should I keep stretching this gorgeous ass? Or do you think you’re ready to take me? Because I want to fill you so fucking bad, Indy. I’m pretty sure I’m going to go straight to Heaven when I’m deep inside you.”

“Oh fuck…” I close my eyes. His words alone have me needing it desperately. “I’m ready.”

I’m empty without his fingers and cock inside me. That would be another first. Feeling that full and then that hollow. The achiness of it has me fighting for breath.

He rolls onto his side then pulls me into his arms so that my back is to his chest. His hot breath flutters on my nape while he spreads more lube on his cock. His lips burn on my neck as he notches the head of it at my asshole. “I want this to be so good for you. We’ll go as slow as you need. You set the pace.”

I push back on him slowly. Accepting the invasion of that place I’ve never had anyone or anything before. It hurts a little, but that’s nothing to the dirty pleasure on the horizon. The urge to take his whole cock is more like a craving. Sinful. Delicious.

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