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But it’s too much. I’m not ready. Not ready to love. Not ready to be loved.What the fuck do I know about love?

Tommy is already pressing his fingertip through my pucker when I nod my head in urgent consent. Whether or not I’m capable of love,I need him.He buries his finger to the hilt in one slow, smooth motion, and he holds it there while his other hand plays with my cock.

“So tight,” he murmurs as he pumps that finger through me at an equally slow and smooth pace.

I lie back, shutting my eyes and focusing on the stretch and the fullness that’s so unique to being penetrated. I feel cool liquid splash down my ass and realize Tommy is adding more oil. Soon, his finger pumps easy and rhythmically, twisting this way and that. I pick my other knee up, and tug at my ass cheek, widening myself for him.

Momentary fear passes through me when he pulls out, and I tighten myself up on instinct. Then, there are two fingers probing me, stretching me and sinking deep.

“Oh God,” I moan, hugging my knee like a security blanket.

“How does it feel?” Tommy’s low, devilishly deep voice asks.

“Incredible,” I sigh, and that’s before Tommy curls his fingers in such a way that the sizzling fuse inside me ignites my nerves like fireworks on the Fourth of July. My eyes go wide, but I don’t see a thing. My toes curl and my hand flies to my dick, seeking reprieve while desperate to not let this feeling end.

“Right there?” Tommy asks.

“Don’t—don’t—don’t stop.”

There’s fluid drooling from my cock, but whatever orgasm this is, it isn’t quite like anything I’ve felt before. When I feel Tommy’s tongue on my cock, all I can do is make sounds I’ve never made before and shake in a way I never have before.

I’ve never been more afraid to come, and the build-up has never felt so good.

My climax hits as Tommy wraps his lips around me, and I ball my fist in his hair to hold him steady while I fill his throat. “Yes, yes, yes,” I moan. “Fuck me, Tommy! Fuck!”

Tommy’s throat swallows around me, his tongue fluttering against me, his fingers rubbing some place inside me that makes me feeling like I’m soaring.

Everything inside me fills Tommy’s mouth before he lifts off my dick and kisses me. But it isn’t just a kiss. My lips part along with his, and my mouth fills with my own viscous release. Our tongues play together amid the fluid, sharing licks and trading my cum back and forth until we both swallow what we’re left with.

“Holy fuck,” Tommy exhales, his face hovering over mine, bleary eyes locked with mine.

The drag of his fingers pulling out has me in a brief panic, and I tell him to be slow. When I’m empty, I miss him, but then he tackles me in a firm embrace that rolls us sideways and seals our bodies like Velcro.

Our hands roam freely, and I hike a knee over Tommy’s hip while he shoves his thigh up against my balls. We kiss and poke each other with our noses like pecking hens, for no other reason except we’re both fuck-drunk and happy. I can’t feel his erection, but I remember how wild it looked just a handful of minutes ago.

“Lemme finish you off,” I murmur.

After a bashful groan, he says, “I already did.”

“Really?”

“You were just too fucking hot. Watching my fingers disappear in your ass, your cock leaking like that, the sounds you were making… I can’t believe I wasted five years of my life having straight sex.”

I can’t help it. I burst into laughter against his shoulder, howling until my eyes water. Tommy’s own laughter fills my ear, our bodies vibrating against each other with mirth. It rolls us so I’m on my back and Tommy’s propped on an elbow beside me, looking down at me like I’m a marvel of the world.

“I really thought you were gonna fuck me,” I say.

“Would you be into that?”

God, yes.

I shrug one shoulder. “Never done anything like that before.”

“Never bottomed?”

“Either or…”

His brows do a small hop, like he pegged me for someone who fucks even though he was my first kiss. “Not with anyone?”

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