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Finally, I pulled back—relieved my eyes were still dry.“I’ll get on the bed.”

“Will you let me prep you?”He held my gaze, his dark-brown eyes nearly black in the dim light.

“Yes.”Because I wouldn’t have known how to do it myself.I should have.At twenty-four, and having had access to porn for a decent amount of time, I should’ve tried this on myself sooner.I’d dreamt Hank would teach me.

More fool me.

Except Jeremy would be my first, and that would be way, way, way better.

So I crawled onto the bed, made my way to the center, lay down, placed my head on a pillow, and tried to battle the nerves raging within me.

Moments later, he was there with me with the bottle of lube and a condom in hand.He started at the foot of the bed and slowly crawled his way up.

Instinctively, I opened my thighs and welcomed him into my personal space.A space no one had ever gone before.

He knelt before me, and the grin I found so endearing returned.“Move your thighs apart more.I want to see your pretty hole.”

I had no idea what my hole looked like.Something in his warm words, though, had me spreading my thighs, bending my knees, and planting my feet on the mattress—as far apart as I could make them.

Under his intense scrutiny, my cock started to perk.I meant to ask what arefractory periodactually meant, but I suspected he was saying he’d need longer to get it up again.For me, anytime I saw him naked—of even semi naked—my cock took interest.

He opened the bottle of lube and coated his fingers.Then he positioned himself so he could gently lift my cock and balls out of the way.

Next thing I knew, his fingers gently circled my rim.“Okay, that feels weird.”

“That’s understandable.And lube’s a little cold.”Slowly he eased his index finger inside me.

The contradiction of sensations really knocked me sideways.Something going into me was…strange.The puritanical part of my brain said,no way, no how…just no.The happier part of my brain thought,it’s about fucking time, and thank Christ that Hank wasn’t your first.He wouldn’t have been this gentle.

“I’m going to add a second finger.”

“Yeah, okay.”I held myself still as he sank two fingers in.Slowly, the weirdness receded.Then, quite surprisingly, his fingers brushed something inside me.My cock leapt to attention, and an unexpected jolt of electricity rocketed through me.My gaze shot to him.

He grinned.“Prostate.We’re going to have fun with that.”He brushed it again.

“I…uh…” Nope.No words.Just an understanding this was more than I could ever have thought possible.“Oh, Jesus, I want to…”

Slowly he eased his fingers back a bit.He scissored them and moved them around.Stretching me.So I’d be able to take that very pretty and rather large cock of his.I understood we weren’t entirely designed for this, but that men had been doing it as far back as recorded history.

Or so I told myself.

So I could believe I’d survive this.Even enjoy this.

“Do you think you’re okay?Ready?”He eased his hands from me and tilted his head as if trying to take my measure.

“Yes, I’m good.I promise.”I would be.Because this was Jeremy, and he’d take care of me.

He leaned over me and planted a kiss on my lips.

Instantly, I opened my mouth to him.Welcomed him.

He took full advantage, thrusting his tongue in.

He dominated the kiss, which was just fine with me.I understood, instinctively, that I was giving him control.That was okay because he’d made it clear he had no problems with us changing roles.That, in fact, he wanted me to experience everything—so I’d be knowledgeable and easily able to decide what I wanted.

Our cocks brushed as he canted his hips.All while keeping up the assault on my mouth.

I tried to push against his hip—to get any friction possible.