Page 120 of Faking It Right
“How’s this?” he asked, curling his finger.
It sent an unexpected jolt through me, making my hips buck. “Holy shit! What was that?”
“That would be your prostate. I take it you approve?”
“That’s so much sexier than when the doctor does it in the movies.” All my earlier nervousness forgotten, I demanded, “Do it again.”
He obliged, repeating the motion with more deliberate pressure this time.
My cock twitched in his hand, drawing a moan from deep in my chest. “Okay, I’m starting to get it now.”
“Get what?” Harley asked.
“Why people do this.”
He continued to stroke that spot with careful precision. The dual sensations of his hand on my cock and his finger inside me were creating a building pressure that felt unlike anything I’d experienced before.
“I’m adding another finger. Tell me if it’s too much.”
I nodded again, bracing myself for discomfort that didn’t come. The additional stretch was noticeable but not painful, especially with the obscene amount of lube he’d used. The pressure increased, but so did the pleasure, as he found that spot again with more accuracy.
“You’re doing so well, Ryker.”
“Again with the praise. All I’m doing is lying here. I’m not performing brain surgery or climbing Mount Everest.”
“Don’t minimize this. It’s a big deal, Ryker.”
I had to look away from his sincere gaze. “If you say so.”
“I do say so.” He kissed my hip bone. “And I’m proud of you.”
“You have to stop,” I groaned, covering my face with my arm. “You’re making this weird.”
“Weirder than yourTitanicanalogy?” He scissored his fingers as a test.
My arm fell away from my face. “Point taken.”
Harley’s movements were methodical and patient. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine so far.”
He poured more lube with his free hand. “Ready for more?”
“As ready as I can be.” I watched as he dispensed more of the slick substance. “At this rate, we should buy stock in lube companies.”
The addition of a third finger brought a more noticeable stretch with a slight burn. He stilled when I tensed, his other hand still stroking my cock to distract me.
“Breathe through it,” he instructed. “It’ll pass soon.” True to his word, the discomfort faded, replaced by growing used to the fullness.
“Better?”
I shifted my hips to test. “Yeah, it’s okay.”
Harley’s fingers prepared me with a thoroughness that both frustrated and reassured me. Combined with his other hand working my cock, I raced to my peak faster than I expected.
“Harley,” I warned, my voice tight. “If you keep this up, I’m gonna?—”
“That’s the idea,” he interrupted with a wicked smile. “I want you to come like this first. It’ll make what comes next easier.”
