Page 70 of Paper Roses

He draws in air through his nose and seizes the back of my neck. He slams his mouth into mine, kissing me hungrily while groaning under his breath. We pull away, panting, and he licks his lips as if tasting me.

“Don’t mention his name when we’re like this,” he commands. “One day we’ll go bare. Would you like that?” He runs his hands up my thighs, his expression intent and then pleased as I arch towards him. “I’ll go in you bare, and I’ll flood your pretty arse with my come,” he says in a guttural voice. He grips me hard and tugs me to the desk’s edge before kissing me again.

I wrap my arms and legs around him, loving the feel of his trousers against my bare inner thighs. I pout when he pulls away.

It vanishes when he says, “Get me ready.”

I take the condom he hands me. It’s slippery and rubbery, and I suddenly feel very silly. The only time I’ve ever done this was on a banana in sex ed—not a thing that prepared me for an encounter with a real and very hot human being. I bite my lip and look up at him.

His finger slides across my lip. “So pretty,” he says. His eyes are fierce, but his smile is gentle. “Like this.” He shows me how to pinch the condom’s tip, so it doesn’t break, and then how to roll it down. His cock is thick and hot through the rubber, andI clasp him tightly, exhaling sharply when he thrusts into my hand.

His smile is strained. “You’re a natural,” he says before kissing me. When he pulls back, he’s breathing harshly. “Lie back and get the gag,” he orders.

I obey, watching as he squeezes lube onto his fingers and rubs them briskly. I realise with startled affection that he’s warming it. I won’t mention Ben again, but it’s a fact that he never bothered with this, seeming to enjoy my instinctive recoil whenever he put cold fingers inside me.

“I thought I told you to open your legs,” Jed says.

I hasten to do as he says. In my fantasies, he’d been gentle and sweet when we fucked. The reality is a zillion times hotter, with every demanding word and forceful gesture turning me on more. I’ll be lucky if I don’t come before he’s inside me. I grab the base of my cock, because I want to feel him fuck me. It’s the only thing in my mind now.

He traces gently around my hole, and I automatically tense. I always associate this bit with pain.

He looks up, and his eyes soften. “Relax,” he says in his deep voice. “I won’t hurt you. I’d rather cut my fucking arm off than do that. By the time I’m finished stretching you, you’re going to be begging me.” He winks. “Well, as much as you can beg with your mouth stuffed.”

He touches my hole again, rubbing the lube in as he goes. His touch is gentle but firm, playing with me and making pleasure spark in my balls. Before I know it, I’m grunting into the fabric and pushing to get him in me.

He finally slides the tip of his finger inside me. A moment later, he pulls out. He repeats the action several times, getting deeper with each try. My eyes widen as I realise there’s no pain. Finally, he pushes in fully, rubbing a spot inside me that makes electricity shoot down my spine.

“Ungh,” I cry out, pleasure settling in my balls. I spread my legs wider and hump into his finger, no thought left to how I must look and only concentrating on the pleasure. He rubs and taps until my eyes are squeezed shut and my hair is wet with sweat.

“Two now. I know you can take it. You’re my good boy.”

I give a garbled cry and push demandingly at him, and he’s as good as his word. He stretches me with two and then three fingers, tapping my prostate while sucking kisses on my neck. I stare blindly at the ceiling and listen to his harsh breathing. I can’t form words and can only moan and whine.

When he pauses, I give an inarticulate moan, pulling at him until he falls against me. He puts a knee on the desk and climbs onto it. I’m fully naked while he’s half-dressed, and it’s unbearably erotic.

“Are you ready?” he asks hoarsely. His skin gleams with his sweat and his eyes are nearly feral. I nod and he removes the shirt from my mouth. “Give me the words this time.”

“Fuck me,” I breath. “God, Ineedyou.” I writhe impatiently.

He gives a choked laugh and puts his hand on my thighs to stop my restless movements.

“That’s a definite yes. Be still,” he orders, grabbing his cock and pushing against my entrance.

I can’t help but tense as he pushes in and then my eyes widen. “Oh, it doesn’t hurt,” I whisper.

His eyes flare. “He was a fucking idiot,” he says thickly.

He’s obviously talking about Ben, and he’s right, but I can’t think anymore.

He pushes all the way inside me, not stopping until his balls bang against my arse. He pauses, panting heavily. “Okay,” he says thickly. “I won’t move until you’re ready.”

I move a little, testing the feeling. He hisses but he nods calmly when I give him a worried glance. “Not until you’re ready,” he says steadily.

A tic pulses in his jaw, but he’s still as I cautiously move against him. There’s a bit of a pinch, but his cock knocks against that place in me—my prostate, I finally understand with shock. He does it again, and I groan and grab his arse, trying to pull him in.

“Oh god. It’s sogood,” I gasp.

Then he starts to thrust, and I realise it can get a hell of a lot better.

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