Page 54 of Faking It Right
I held up a hand to silence him. “Two, I understand your concerns.”
“Has anyone ever tried to shove the dick equivalent of a soda can upyourass and call it pleasurable?”
I snorted at the question. “As a matter of fact, yes. And I enjoyed it a great deal. But that’s not the point.” I stroked his hair to calm him.
“Not all of our asses can comfortably defy the laws of physics,” he muttered, swatting at my shoulder.
My tone grew more serious. “I’m well aware I’m packing a python in my pants. Your hesitation is the correct biological response to a predator. But trust me, it would fit. With enough preparation and patience, it would be fine. Pleasurable, even.” I stroked his cheek. “But that doesn’t mean we have to try. Not tonight, not ever, if you don’t want to.”
Ryker’s expression turned curious. “How does it work, exactly? I know the basics, but I’m out of my depth here.”
“Well, it’s all about preparation. Lots of lube, lots of patience. You start small. One finger, then two, working up to it gradually.” I kept my tone educational rather than seductive. “The key is relaxation. If you’re tense, it’s going to hurt. But if you’re relaxed and aroused, it can feel amazing.”
He absorbed the information with the same concentration he applied to studying for exams. “But what if I’m never ready for that? What then? You’re such a top, and I don’t know if I’m bottom material.”
I bit my lower lip to hold in another chuckle. “Ryker, I don’t care about strict roles. I enjoy anything related to pleasure that involves you.”
“Really?” His eyes were so wide and hopeful. It was precious.
“There are so many ways we can explore being together at whatever pace you want. And if there are things you never want to try, including being on the receiving end of penetrative sex, that’s fine.”
Relief washed over his features. “Thanks for being so understanding. You probably think I’m being ridiculous.”
“No, I understand why you assume I need a license to handle this lethal weapon,” I teased as I ran my fingers along the length of my sizable cock. “Hold that thought.”
“I’d rather not. I might shoot my eye out with that magnum you’re packing.”
I snickered as I got up to go over to my overnight bag to grab supplies.
“Where are you going?” Ryker asked, his expression shifting from amusement to mild concern.
I rummaged through my belongings until I found a small bottle of lube and a condom. When I turned around, Ryker’s eyes widened, his gaze darting between my face and the items in my hand.
“What are those for?” he asked, though the flush creeping up his neck suggested he had a pretty good idea.
I returned to his side, setting the supplies on the sheets. “I want to show you something,” I said, my voice dropping to a more intimate register. “A different approach.”
Ryker watched me with confusion etched across his features as I lay back on the bed. “What are you doing?”
“Respecting your concerns about spatial relationships.” I uncapped the lube. “And showing you there’s more than one way to enjoy each other.”
I coated my fingers, maintaining eye contact with Ryker as understanding dawned on him.
“Wait, you mean?—”
“Exactly.” I shifted into a more comfortable position, spreading my legs to give him a clear view as I prepared myself. “I’m going to show you how this works from the other perspective.”
He moved to watch the performance I intended to put on for him. His mouth fell open as he watched me slide one finger inside myself. The sensation was familiar but heightened by Ryker’s rapt attention.
“It’s all about patience and relaxation.” I worked myself longer before I added a second finger, biting my lip at the stretch. “You start slow, giving your body time to adjust.”
Ryker stared transfixed, his breathing shallow as he observed with rapt attention. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
“There’s pressure at first, but it becomes pleasure pretty quickly when you know what you’re doing.” I twisted my wrist, hitting a spot that made my breath hitch. “And I definitely know what I’m doing.”
His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I can see that.”
“The key is plenty of lube,” I continued, adding more to my fingers before pressing a third inside. “And communication. Telling your partner what feels good, what doesn’t.”
