Page 106 of The Boyfriend Gamble

I took another sip of water. “All right, big guy. How do you want me?” Because my cock perked right up at the idea of him inside me. I’d been there more than a dozen times over the last week and a half. Once I’d gotten the last of the snow cleared, and he’d gone back to work, we’d found time every night—and most mornings—to fuck like rabbits.

“On your back.” He grinned. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”

“My favorite position.” We’d tried others, though. Now I’d introduced him to anal penetration, he wanted to do all the things all at once.

And so we had.

I scooted over to the middle of the bed, put the pillows behind my head, and spread my thighs.

He hopped on and crawled between my legs. “My turn, right?”

I laughed. “Yes, your turn.”

A couple of times he’d been so eager that he’d prepped himself. Otherwise, he preferred I do it.

I trusted him, so had no concerns.

He lubed his fingers and then eased one inside me. His look of wonderment stole my breath. “This is so cool.” He grinned. Then he added a second finger.

Although I’d done this often—and had it done to me by my lyin’-ass ex—this felt…like the first time. I wanted him. Needed him. This connection…it defied simple language. Took me to a plane of existence where only we were. Alone, together, and dependent on each other.

He angled his wrist, clearly searching. He frowned in frustration.

Just as I was about to offer guidance, his finger brushed my prostate.

He grinned as I moaned.

“I want to play.” He gazed at his protruding cock. “I also want to, uh, fuck you.”

I laughed. “Another time, then. Fuck me, baby. I can’t wait.”

He withdrew his fingers, slathered his cock with lube, and then lined himself up.

And hesitated.

I scratched his stubbled cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how.”

He wasn’t speaking of mechanics.

“You’re not going to hurt me, Cameron. I know that. I know you. I’ll tell you if you can go harder or if you need to back off. I haven’t done this for a while myself, but I’m not worried. Okay?”

For the longest moment, he held my gaze. “Yes. That.”

I smiled. “Okay. I’m ready.”

From there, everything worked as it should.

The sting of pain when he breached me.

The burn followed by the intense pressure.

Him working his way inside me until we were completely connected.

One person, basically.

He moved.

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