Page 77 of The Science of Attraction

Oh, you poor boy.“You just keep telling yourself tha—f-fuck!” His finger slid over my sweet spot, capturing all my attention. “Oh, shit!” I thumped my forehead into the pillow as he repeated the movement and sent electricity shooting up my spine.

He chuckled. “God, this is so much more fun with a prostate.”

“I’m so happy for y—” I groaned and arched my back as he did it again. “Jesus Christ. Just remember this when it’s my turn.”

Jules kissed my shoulder and whispered, “With you? I can’t wait.”

With you.My heart wrapped around those two words and nestled them close. “Hey, my arse is growing cobwebs here.”

“All right. All right.” Jules withdrew his fingers and reached for the supplies. “Do we really need to use this?” He dangled the condom in front of me and I froze.

The shock of his question was quickly overwhelmed by a surge of lust at the idea of his unsheathed cock hard inside me. But we’d promised to go slow and safe.I’dpromised. I calmed the fuck down and grabbed his hand, pulling him down beside me. “As much as I really want that, baby, and I meanreally, reallywant it, let’s take a rain check. Just for a little while. I want us to talk about it. I want you to be sure.”

He studied me for a few seconds, a flash of disappointment fading into a beautiful smile. “Okay. I’ll hold you to that.”

I slapped down the urge to change my mind and curled his fingers around the condom. “I’m counting on it.”

He got back onto his knees and the snap of the condom was followed by a generous application of lube to my hole. Jules was clearly taking no chances. When he was finally done, I drew breath and waited for the arrival of his cock, counting every second, desperate for the aching stretch my body craved. But Jules had other plans. He flipped me onto my back, took one look at my face and laughed.

“Oh my God.” He straddled my hips. “I wish I had a camera for that scowl. But you’re not in charge tonight, sweetheart, and I want to see you.” He took my mouth in a leisurely kiss. “I want to remember every single moment. You wouldn’t deny me that on my first top, would you?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Sneaky little fucker.”

He kissed me again. “I’ve got an excellent teacher.”

I huffed out a laugh. “And you’d do well to remember that.”

He repositioned himself between my knees, lifted up my legs for me to hold, and rested the head of his cock against my hole. Then he looked up, caught my eye, smiled, and popped through the ring of muscle.

“Jeeez—” My head slammed back into the pillow as I bore down to let him in. I reached for his hips just to still him for a moment and give me time to adjust while I breathed through the stretch.

“Okay,” I panted, releasing my grip. “’S all yours.”

“Oh, god, oh god—” He gasped as he slowly slid home. “You’re... this... so tight... shit!” He bottomed out and a tremor ran through him. “I can’t... I’m not gonna last?—”

“Yes. You. Are,” I ground out, panting as my body shifted from hell no to yes, please and more. “Start counting all those fucking merinos you own. Think of a snowstorm at lambing.”

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that,” came his strangled reply.

I wriggled to shift my position, but Jules grabbed my shoulder and hissed, “Don’t!” He stared down at me. “I’m two seconds away from lift-off here.”

I cupped his face and drew him down for a smacking kiss. “God, you’re cute. Okay, you’re in charge. Quick as you need. Believe me, I won’t be far behind.”

He stared at me for a second then repositioned his knees and slowly slid his cock almost free of my arse. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

I grinned and fisted the sheets, concentrating on Jules’ face. I didn’t give a fuck if I got off or not. This was all about him and his first time. The fact I had a front-row seat was all I needed. All in all, a fucking miracle. I rarely bottomed. It just wasn’t something I enjoyed as much as topping. Not until the idea of havingthisparticular man’s cock in my arse had become a craving. Until having Jules fuck me into the mattress began to feel like the most exciting show on the planet.

“Fuck... Liam.” Jules’ hard thrusts shuttled my body up the bed until the top of my head grazed the wall.

“Mmm, I h-had n-noticed.”

He snorted and buried his face in my neck, his hips pumping, owning my body while I was just along for the ride. A rumbling groan vibrated against my neck and then he sank his teeth into the sensitive flesh—not biting, just holding me in place, his cock brushing my prostate with every stroke.

It was so fucking hot.

I dug my heels into his arse to encourage him. “Go harder, baby.”

He groaned and upped the intensity a notch, cursing wildly as his hips drove harder.

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