Page 119 of Faking It Right
He reached for my towel, his fingers brushing against my hip as he tugged at the fabric. I let it drop to the floor, heat rising to my cheeks as I stood there naked. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen me before, but something felt different.
Harley stepped closer, his body radiating heat as he cupped my face in his hands. “We stop when you need to stop. And for the record, your ass is definitely more impressive than outer space.”
Some of my tension eased. “You sure know how to sweet-talk a guy.”
“Only you,” he said, pressing another kiss to my lips.
I let him guide me to the bed, his hands gentle as he positioned me on my back.
“Spread your legs a bit,” he instructed, his voice low and soothing.
I complied, but a nervous laugh escaped me as he reached for the nightstand drawer.
Harley took out a bottle of lube, flipping the cap open with practiced ease. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, way more than I expected.
“Whoa there,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows. “That looks like enough to slide a whale through a keyhole.”
He rolled his eyes, but his smile remained patient. “There’s no such thing as too much lube your first time. The key to making this good for you is proper preparation.”
“So I’ve heard,” I muttered, falling back against the pillows. “But considering your dick is basically theTitanic, and I’m an iceberg that’s never been hit before, maybe you’re right and we need the entire bottle.”
Harley laughed, warming the lube between his fingers. “Relax. My dick won’t sink you.”
“That’s what the captain of the ship said right before it sank,” I retorted, but my joke fell flat as Harley’s slick fingers teased my hole.
“We’re taking this slow so you can relax.”
I tensed as his slick finger circled my entrance.
“Breathe. I promise I won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to relax. “Don’t worry. I’m okay.”
He maintained the gentle pressure without pushing in. “Tell me if anything hurts or feels uncomfortable.”
His finger continued its circular motion, raising chills on my skin. His other hand returned to my cock, creating a rhythm that made it easier to focus on the sensations rather than my nerves.
Harley maintained eye contact as he eased in a finger. The pressure was foreign but not painful.
“You’re doing great.” His voice was thick with something that sounded like reverence. “How does it feel?”
“Like I’m getting a prostate exam.”
He snorted in amusement. “Sexy.”
“At least it doesn’t hurt, though.”
“Good.” He paused to let me adjust. “You’re doing amazing, Ryker.”
I snorted, masking my vulnerability with humor. “For what? Lying here while you do all the work? The bar for ‘amazing’ is so low it must be in Hell.”
“No, letting someone in like this takes courage,” he replied, his gaze soft with affection.
“Yeah, well, your finger isn’t exactly the part I’m worried about.”
His laughter sounded warm and rich. “We’ll get there. One step at a time.”
The strange pressure gave way to something more interesting. Not quite pleasure yet, but a sensation that made me curious for more.
