Page 40 of Besties
“What are you doing?”
“It’s not going to hurt, because you’re going to fuck me.” His eyes went wide, and I waved the wrapper of the XXL at him. “C’mon dude, that condom would be like trying to put a mountain on my molehill.”
“But I—”
“Have never been with a man, I know.” I continued my ministrations. “And although it’s not something I would usually consider doing, one day, if you think you want to give it a try, we can revisit that idea. For now, though? I’ve dreamed of having you screw me senseless.” I grinned at him. “Think you’re up for it?”
He glanced at his now-hard cock, then lifted his head and smiled at me. It melted my heart, knowing that I was the focus of his attention. “I think I can.”
I scooted up, resting on his legs. “Do you want me to ride you, or do you want more control?”
He reached down, put his hands on my hips, lifted me up, and in one deft motion, flipped me onto my back. “It’s my turn to try things. You’ll have to tell me if I’m doing something wrong, because I don’t want to hurt you.”
A shiver ran through me at the intense look he was giving me. It was as though I was precious to him, and I’d never seen that from anyone else.
“Richie, I—”
He ducked his head, and before I could say anything else, he took my cock into his mouth. When his gaze drifted up to meet mine, I was speechless. Heat and passion flared, but so did the one expression I’d always wanted to see when someone looked at me: love.
I fought back tears when I realized that Richie hadn’t just said the words. The emotion was plain on his face. All my life, I’d only wanted someone to love me, to make me theirs. I’d gone through a string of losers, each of them nice to me, at least at the beginning. They’d given me a smile, and I lapped it up because I was desperate and lonely.
“Richie….” Scrubbing a hand over my eyes, I tried to pull away, but Richie held me down.
“I’m not letting you go either.” He stroked a hand over my chest. “You’re scared, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
“You don’t have to be, I swear. I’m not Jesse or anyone else you’ve ever been with. I’m Richie, the guy who’s loved you his whole life.” He hefted my legs and growled. “I’m also the guy who plans on fucking you until you scream my name. I’m going to use you so thoroughly that you won’t ever remember anyone else. Do you understand me?”
That sounded too good to be true. “Yes. Please, do that.”
He grabbed the lube and spread some over his condom-covered cock. Bringing my legs together, he held them with one hand while he speared my hole with his finger. The act was as intimate as it was unexpected.
“I’m ready.”
He shook his head. “You’re not. I told you, I’m not one of the assholes you’ve been with. I love you, and I won’t do anything untilI’mready. That won’t happen until I’m convinced you’re properly prepped.”
He kept sliding his finger in, crooking it and touching my hot spot. When I gasped, he snickered.
“You wanna know the nice thing about being a nerd, Max? We spend a lot of time online. Gay porn is a fascinating thing. I learned a lot, and now I’m ready to put those lessons to very,verygood use.”
This was my Richie. The confident one, who calmed me when I was uncertain. I noticed my breathing slowed as his gaze never strayed from mine.
“That’s it. Relax. I’m in control here, and you’re going to do what I say, okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Glad to hear you agree with me.”
He added a second finger, and I groaned. He was firm, but achingly gentle. I thought he would be hesitant as he learned what to do, but that was far from the truth. He conquered me with just his hands, his voice, and his eyes.
“You’re doing good. I’m proud of you.”
“Please. I’m ready now.”
He pushed the three fingers in deep and twisted his hand, sending shivers coursing through me. “Yeah, I think you are.” He crawled in closer, grabbing his cock with his other hand, and slipping it around on my crack. When he touched my hole, I whimpered.
“You like that?”
