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After what we did before on my new desk, he understands my meaning immediately, and heat floods through me as his eyes go volcanic. Despite that, he knows I’ve never done it before, and he can tell I’m shaky.

“Are you sure?”

I nod, a flush spreading from my cheeks down to my chest. “I’ve been thinking about it. Especially since you first mentioned it, and then after tonight… yes. I’m sure, if it feels anywhere near as good as your fingers and tongue did. But still, I’m nervous.”

“We’ll go slow,” he promises, kissing me deeply. “And stop anytime you want.”

“Okay. Yes.”

Another kiss before he reaches for the bedside drawer, fumbling for the bottle of lube he keeps there. I watch, my bottom lip caught between my teeth, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Loomis sets the lube down and returns to my body, kissing me everywhere he can, his hands roaming, exploring, seeking out ways to make me whimper, sigh, and moan.

He thrusts two fingers inside me, and I’m so wet he meets no resistance. Whether it’s his cum or mine or both, I don’t know, but it’s so good. He must feel it too because he pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock in. We groan as he pumps into me, his hands planted on the mattress on either side of my head. I stare up at him, my heart thrashing in a million perfect ways.

It’s amazing to me how much I love him. How there’s no part of me I don’t want to be his. Speaking of…

“That’s not my ass,” I quip breathlessly.

“No? Could have fooled me with how tight you are.”

“Loomis,” I whine. “Fuck my ass.”

He wheezes out a laugh. “Keegan Fritz, you dirty, gorgeous girl will be the death of me. Turn over,” he instructs, his voice rough with desire as he slips out of me.

I comply instantly, eagerly, rolling onto my stomach before lifting to my hands and knees. Nerves skitter through me as I shift my weight to my good hand and turn my head over my shoulder to watch him.

He squeezes a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, warming it between them.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he murmurs, placing one hand on the small of my back while the other moves between my legs. He starts slowly, circling the tight ring of muscles with one slick finger before gradually pressing inside. I tense at first, then relax as he works his finger gently, preparing me. When he adds a second finger, I drop my head, a moan escaping me.

“Okay?” he checks. Even though this is what we did earlier, it somehow feels different now. More intense. He’s about to take my virgin ass, and I know he wants it to be incredible for me. For both of us. I do too, and I’m hit with excitement. He strokes soothingly down my spine and kisses my hip. “Keegan, love. You have to answer me.”

“Yes,” I manage. “I’m good. Don’t stop unless I say so.”

He takes his time, making sure I’m comfortable and adding more lube as needed. When he finally lines himself up against me, he’s trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice barely audible.

I nod, reaching back to grasp his hip. “I want to feel you.”

“Christ.” He pants out a breath and pushes forward with exquisite slowness, watching my body accept his inch by inch. It’s a hell of a lot more than his fingers were, and my eyes close as I do my best to relax. It’s pressure and tight, and holy hell, it’s so much. The sensation is overwhelming as he slides deeper, past the muscles working to keep him out. A sound somewhere between pleasure and pain flees my lips, and he freezes immediately.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No,” I gasp. “It burns a little. Just... go slow.”

He holds my hips, guiding our movements with careful precision. Once he’s all the way seated inside me, he holds still, letting me acclimate to his size. I’ll never write anal the same way again. I breathe and test the waters by rocking back into him, trying to see if I can go deeper and how that feels.

“Fuck, Keegan.”

I nod because yeah. Fuck is right.

Gradually, my discomfort fades, replaced by pleasure, and I move against him, the tension in my limbs relaxing.

“Look at you,” he rasps. “With your back arched, your red hair spilling down your shoulders, and your arse expanding to take my thick cock. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I wish I could see it too.”

“Next time we’ll do it a different way so you can.”