Page 35 of Heated Rivalry 1
Rozanov shrugged.
“I’ve had plenty of sex, Rozanov. Lots.”
“Fine.”
Shane didn’t like how amused Rozanov looked.
But hedidlike it when Rozanov poured more lube over his fingers and began to stroke them over Shane’s hole. He sucked in a breath and his whole body shuddered.
“Just relax, Mr. Lots-of-Sex,” Rozanov said. “I will make sure you are ready for me.”
Shane wanted to scowl at him, but in truth he was sort of charmed by the level of care Rozanov was showing. Still, Shane was at least thirty-five percent terrified.
Rozanov kept gently brushing his fingers over Shane’s hole, while at the same time lazily stroking Shane’s cock. Together, it all felt wonderful. Shane felt his body release a lot of the tension he had been holding, and he floated a bit on the good feelings that were coursing through him. It was so good, he could almost forget to be embarrassed about where Rozanov was touching him.
“Good?” Rozanov asked.
“Mmm...” Shane sighed.
And then he felt the tip of Rozanov’s finger enter him, and he clenched in response.
“Sorry.” Shane winced, then took a breath.
Hedidknow how this worked. Hehaddone a little...experimenting. On himself. With the aforementioned dildo. But those times had been him alone. In private. This was...
“Is okay,” Rozanov said in a low, soothing rumble. “We will go slow, yes?”
“Thank you,” Shane mumbled.
The other thing about the private dildo sessions was that Shane had been kind of...bad at it. At least, he had been prettysure he had been doing something wrong. It hadn’t feltbad, necessarily. But it hadn’t been mind-blowing either.
Rozanov dipped his head and took Shane’s cock into his mouth. Shane felt himself relax; each stroke of Rozanov’s tongue making him forget to be nervous. He took slow, even breaths as Rozanov worked his finger in a little deeper and then...
Oh.
Shane arched and gasped. “Holy shit!”
Rozanov pulled his mouth off him and smirked. “Good, yes?”
He rubbed his fingertip again over what had to be Shane’s prostate. Shane had kind of nudged it himself before, when he had been alone, but Rozanov seemed to know exactly where it was and what to do with it.
Shane squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. If he didn’t, he was going to do something embarrassing, like whimper. The combination of Rozanov’s mouth on his cock and his finger inside of him was like nothing he had ever felt before. And there was no way he was going to last long enough for Rozanov to fuck him if this continued.
“You gotta...fuck. Just...wait a minute,” Shane rasped out.
Rozanov stopped immediately. “Okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. Yeah...very okay.Toookay.”
“Ah.”
Rozanov used the break time as an opportunity to give his own erection a few lazy strokes. Shane watched him, and noticed again how absurdly large Rozanov’s dick looked.
“We do not have to,” Rozanov said, noticing Shane’s face.
“I want to,” Shane said quickly. Too quickly.
Rozanov nodded, and reached for the lube and the condoms. He got himself ready, and then returned his attention to Shane. Shane felt two fingers press against his opening before they slipped inside. There was less burning this time.
