Page 87 of Playing for Keeps
His breathing stuttered as my finger gently teased his hole.
“You done this before?” I asked gruffly.
“Nope. But we’re definitely doing it now.”
“Settle, petal,” I said.
“Petal? What type of petal do you think I am? Magnolia? Daffodil?”
“If you can make jokes, I’m not doing this right.”
“Oh, trust me, you’re definitely doing it right.” He grabbed my face and pulled me down into another blistering kiss.
I broke it off eventually to stumble off the bed and fumble around in my bag for condoms and lube.
Ethan watched me, his eyes deep pools of want.
I lay back down next to him and squirted some lube onto my fingers.
There was absolute trust on Ethan’s face as he waited. And for a second, it unmoored me.
I took a deep breath and reached for him. He hooked a leg up to give me more access, and the sight of my finger disappearing inside him almost undid me. He didn’t flinch or show discomfort, but his breathing became slightly harsher, and his eyes didn’t leave my face.
I hooked my finger to reach his prostate and felt him buckle when I found it.
“Oh god, there,” he gasped.
Slowly, patiently, I continued to stretch him, leaning forward to kiss him intermittently before drawing back to watch his face. That beautiful face, his eyes turning glassy, those pouty lips swollen from all our kissing.
He started to writhe impatiently against my fingers. “I’m ready.” His voice was almost a keen, high-pitched and needy.
I withdrew and, with shaking hands, slid the condom onto my cock.
Ethan’s eyes were dark with lust as he watched. “How do you want me?” he asked.
Holy fuck.
I swallowed. I was worried that if I opened my mouth now, some of the swollen emotions inside me would come pouring out. Somehow, I managed to focus on logistics and said, “Hands and knees is probably easier for your first time.”
“You make me sound like an innocent virgin that you’re about to deflower,” he said, moving into position.
Any smart comeback I might have had brewing fled my mind at the sight of Ethan like that.
The reality of what we were doing slammed into me.
We were two guys about to make an unbelievable, epic mistake.
But we were going to do it anyway.
I moved forward, my body bracketing his.
I kissed down his back. He had two dimples at the base of his spine, and I kissed each one, then ran my hands over them, dipping my fingertips into the curves as he shivered in response.
I was trembling, both with need and nerves.
This was Ethan.
Ethan.
