Page 16 of Ripe & Ready
He savors me like no one ever has. Tongue teasing, obnoxiously good. I’m shaking, arching back, pressing into him ready to to suffocate him with gratitude. A low chuckle vibrates against me and yeah… he knows exactly what he’s doing.
No guy has ever done thisthiswell. Not even close. Honestly, I owe a few exes an apology for pretending. Derek has me seeing God, stars, and probably a few of my ancestors.
I draw away, my chest rising and falling in sharp bursts.
“I need you to fuck me.”
The corners of Derek’s mouth twitch upward. “Oh really?”
“Yes. I think we’ve both waited long enough.”
“I agree,” he says, voice a gentle murmur then his gaze drops, and something shifts. “One small problem.”
Wait… what?
I can feel how badly he wants this. Literally. Pressed into my hip like a damn homing beacon. His dick is writing checks his mouth apparently doesn’t want to cash. So what’s the holdup?
I go full mental rolodex. Did I say something weird? Did I misread this? Did I hallucinate the past fifteen minutes? Are we not on the same page here? Because my body is in go-mode and he’s over there looking suddenly… logistically concerned.
“I’m on PrEP,” I blurt out.
No lead-in. No context. I’m emitting nothing but panic and vibes.
Derek blinks. “Oh God,” he says, shaking his head, clearly trying not to laugh. “I know. Me too. We tell each other everything. That’s not the issue here.”
“Right,” I say quickly. “I thought that was the problem?”
“It helps a lot of things,” he says gently. “But it’s not the issue.”
“What is it?”
“I didn’t think we’d be doing this,” he says, sheepish. “And, uh… unless you packed supplies... I didn’t.”
I freeze. Oh.
Oh!
I wince, already knowing where this is going.
“I kinda don’t have any lube.”
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No lube is a problem.
Derek’s not porn-star huge or anything, but he’s got enough girth to make things... complicated. Even with a bottle of Gun Oil and a prayer, it wouldn’t be a quick, casual situation.
Don’t get me wrong… I respect people who can spit and go. Really. Good for them. Icons. But I’m not built like that. Especially not for Derek.
Not when I’ve waited this long. Not when I want it to be good.
Not when I’d really prefer not to be split in half.
“We don’t have to today,” I say, trying really hard not to let any disappointment sneak into my voice.
Derek groans, then rubs at the back of his neck. “I didn’t think here would be the place we figured shit out.”
“Surprised me too, honestly,” I mutter, observing the open-air jungle spa we’ve somehow turned into a porn set.
