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CHAPTER 30

KENO

Etna wakes me up in the morning with an orgasm to end my life. I swear, he stuffs his entire hand up my ass as he sucks my dick and plays with my balls with his free hand. I come like a waterfall. My entire body aches after. I didn’t know that was a thing.

He just smiles, quite pleased with himself, and kisses me. He still tastes like my cum. If I weren’t so drained, I’d swat him away. As it is, my arms feel dead to the world. Which is wild since I didn’t use my arms for a damned thing.

He leaves for the bathroom and returns a few minutes later. This damn man practically picks me up and carries me right into the hot bath he ran for us.

“You make it stupidly easy to fall for you,” I mutter as we settle in the hot water.

“Then my plan is working,” he says.

I snort as I lean into him.

The only sound is the water running, adding more and more hot water to the tub.

“When’s the bus leave?” I ask.

“Not for another hour and a half. We have time to take it slow.”

“Right. You didn’t know the meaning of slow this morning.”

“Not true. It was a solid thirty minutes before I let you come.”

I look up at him. “Seriously?”

Etna grins. “Yep. And tonight, I get your ass. With my dick.”

I roll my eyes, but yes, I know. I’ve been looking forward to it and maybe a little scared of it too. For days, there’s been a countdown in my head.

I’m so caught up in thinking about it, I barely register getting out of the tub— after Etna delivers me another orgasm. Then we’re on the bus, on the plane, unpacking at home. I’m moving around in a slight daze as I work myself up to tonight. Maybe we should just fuck now and then go about our day.

“Time to go,” Etna announces from the front door.

I twist on the couch to look at him and frown. “We just got home.”

“Yep. Let’s go.”

“Don’t Valentine’s dates happen in the evening?” I grumble as I get to my feet and slip into my sneakers. Etna pulls me to his chest and kisses me. My body heats immediately.

“All day is Valentine’s Day. Not just between the hours of six and nine.”

I snort. “Fine.”

He kisses me again and drops his hand to mine, leading me out of the house. Once we’re both in the car and driving down the street, he hands me a sleep mask. “Put this on.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Put it on. There’s no way to keep it a surprise without you being blindfolded.”

Huffing, I do as he says. My heart races as I try to keep track of the turns, picturing a map in my mind. Is he heading to the new house? Has he managed to gain access to it before closing? Hmm. No, I think he took too many turns. Maybe he’s just making a lot of turns to throw me off.

Etna’s hand lands on my thigh. I let my head fall back on the headrest and concentrate on his touch. There’s nothing sexy about it. It’s only a touch because he wants to touch me. I can’t decide if I’ve been touch-starved since I’ve been single forever, or if I enjoy it so much because it’s him and I can’t get enough of his touch.

There are days when I wish we did nothing but touch. It doesn’t even have to be sexy touching. It doesn’t have to lead to orgasms. Being the person Etna Yreka wants to touch is maddeningly addictive. Maybe that’s why we were always sitting so close. I subconsciously always wanted his skin against mine and didn’t realize it.

I’m so lost in thought about this idea, I don’t realize when the car stopped until Etna removes his hand from my leg and turns off the car.

“Can I take this off now?” I ask.

“Nope. Stay there. I’ll come around to get you.”

He doesn’t give me time to answer. His door opens and then shuts. I frown. What in the world is he hiding that I still need to be blindfolded for?

My door opens. Etna chuckles. “You could have taken off your seatbelt.”

“I wasn’t sure I was allowed to,” I say.

I swear, I can feel him smiling. It’s like a ray of heat against my skin as he leans in and unbuckles me. Then he takes my hand, placing his other on my head so I don’t hit it on the door frame. I’m not sure how this man always makes me flush or even why my skin heats now, but yep, I’m totally blushing.

My door shuts and the locks engage. Then he takes my hand. “Stay with me.”

I huff. Like I have a choice right now. I grip his hand tightly, my free hand grabbing onto his biceps. We walk through a door and the heat immediately is cut with A/C. Etna takes his hand from me.

“Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”

“You’re joking, right?”

He chuckles and kisses my cheek. “Just stay here. I’m only going to be a dozen feet away.”

I frown and hope he feels my displeasure.

Also, I feel foolish. Standing here with a sleep mask on. Obviously inside, somewhere where there are presumably people. People who see me standing here like a weirdo with a sleep mask on in public!

I jump when Etna takes my hand again. “Another minute. Promise.”

Sighing, I follow as he leads me. Our shoes tap on the concrete. We don’t make many turns, and I can tell by the cool air that we remain inside. The sounds of our footfalls distinctly change into echoes as we step into a much larger space. Is it empty?

And we’re back outside as the sun hits my face. Now there’s a different sound. Phhhhhtt. Phhht. Pht. Phhht.

“Okay,” Etna says. “You can take it off.”

“I’m not sure I want to.” That’s a lie. I’m dying to. I reach up and swipe it down so it’s hanging around my neck. My eyes follow it up. Up, up, up. My jaw drops. “Hot-air balloon,” I murmur.

Etna’s grinning. “It’s a heart, but we’re too close to see it. There’s a guy on the roof who will take pictures of us when we leave and return. It’s a big red heart, which was a little cliché, but it’s our first Valentine’s Day together, so I thought I’d go a little cliché.”

“Cliché?” I look at him incredulously. “I’m willing to bet the vast majority of people will never ride in a hot-air balloon in their life. So, I’m not sure this is cliché. You need to look up that word.”

He laughs. “I meant the heart. Not the balloon. But noted.”

“How did you even think of this?” I ask as he pulls me toward the balloon.

“I saw an ad on ShareIt. Say what you want about the annoyance of ads, but they work. Sold me.”

We climb into the basket. The operator introduces himself as Sherman and tells us to enjoy the ride. He’s not here unless we need something.

“It’s a two-hour ride,” Etna says as he joins me at the edge. His hands cover mine as he stands behind me, pressing his chest to my back, and kissing my neck. “Just enough time to romance you before we head home for the night.”

Tonight is the night. That’s why this morning happened the way it did. That’s why the hand up my ass and the epic orgasm. One was to stretch, and one was to hold me over, so I don’t lose it as soon as he starts fucking me.

I think I might anyway.

I’m distracted once we get into the air at least. I’ve seen Arizona from the sky too many times to count since we fly a lot. But this is different. We don’t keep ascending until everything is more abstract than not. We hover at a distance where everything is… beautiful.

Etna’s arms wrap around me, and his chin rests on my shoulder as we stare at the city below us. The balloon slowly turns so we don’t have to move at all to get a panoramic view of Arizona. The desert, the mountains of stone, the city. It’s all… remarkable.

Just as I’m relaxing, Etna’s hand slides into my pants. My breath catches. Oh fuck, he’s not really going to do this right here, is he? I don’t want to go home with a load in my pants. That doesn’t mean I stop him from wrapping his hand around my dick.

As I harden in his hold, my grip on the edge of the basket gets tighter and I try not to make it obvious that my man is touching me.

He seems to be exploring more than trying to get me off. Just touching me. Gently stroking me. Messing with my crown. Dropping further down to cup my balls. Making and keeping me hard right until we land back on the ground.

I glare at him when he backs away to face the… driver? Operator? Pilot? I don’t know what they’re called. The people who fly us around in the hot-air balloon. Etna tips him, thanking him for the ride.

He climbs over the side, landing on the step another man placed at the base. Then he turns to look at me, a big, proud smile on his face as he waits for me to climb over the side.

Glaring, I sigh as I make my way out, trying to adjust myself on the way as inconspicuously as possible. When I follow him out, holding his hand firmly in front of me, I do so this time, not because I need him to lead me around, but so I can use his body as a shield to my throbbing erection.

Etna’s still smiling smugly as we climb into the car. “Did you enjoy the ride?”

“Fucker,” I mutter, adjusting myself.

He looks at me and I can’t catch my breath. The heat in his eyes touches me like the furnace of the torch engine thing in the hot-air balloon. “I’ll take care of that as soon as we get home.”

A shiver races down my back. I swallow.

Our ride home is quiet. We don’t talk. Etna’s hands remain locked around the steering wheel as I constantly adjust. My hard-on is not lessening. Not at all. If anything, I’m getting harder. Which seems impossible.

It takes far too long before we’re home. We race inside, and I slam the door shut behind us. Kicking off our shoes as we get into the house, Etna trips over them and slides across the floor. We laugh, then I bend to haul him to his feet and together, we head into the bedroom.

There’s no finesse as we undress each other. Part of me thinks this should be slow and sensual. Something romantic. But I couldn’t slow down right now even if I wanted to. I’m ready. Hell, I’ve been ready. I need this now. I need Etna right this second.

He pushes me onto the bed, on my hands and knees. We’ve talked about this a lot—how we want our first time to go. I’m going to start on my knees while he preps me. It’s better access and easier for him to stretch me. He’s going to stretch me with four fingers, though he rolls his eyes because he swears his cock isn’t as thick as four fingers.

Then I’m going to roll over so we can look at each other. Kiss and touch and check in with each other face to face.

We’re not using a condom. Since we’ve brought it up a few times each, I think we’re both nervous about it. As we discussed, Etna drops one on the bed beside me in case at any time, we decide we want one.

It’s a struggle to remind ourselves that we can’t get pregnant. Even if we wanted to, it’s not a thing. It’s not possible. We also know we’re negative. Our test results came back clear for everything. And we did the extensive STI screenings to check for every-fucking-thing.

We’re good. We’re safe. I think we’re both also a little terrified.

I close my eyes as his fingers begin to sink into me. One of the articles I read about bottoming said to think of it like labor. I should be concentrating on my breathing and keeping my muscles relaxed.

Since we decided I’d bottom first, we’ve spent a lot of time with Etna’s fingers in my ass. There’s no hiding that I enjoy it. Now is no different. I groan, letting my head drop as pleasure begins trickling through me. One more finger. Another. The stretch isn’t painful. Not anymore. Even that feels good.

Etna removes his fingers and rolls me over, so I’m splayed out before him. He’s panting like it was him with a hand up his ass. Seeing him so turned on only fuels the fires inside me hotter. I swallow.

“Condom or no?” he asks as he gets between my legs.

I glance at it and shake my head. “I want to feel you inside me. For you to come inside me.”

Etna groans. His hand wraps around his dick and for a minute, he just holds himself. It calms me to see how into this he is. How turned on he is. I watch as he lubes himself, then he sticks his fingers inside me again with more lube. Just in case.

When he’s done, he leans over me, his hands on either side of my head. We stare into each other’s eyes as he runs his dick along mine. “Ready?”

I nod.

He leans down to kiss me, bringing his body with him. He adjusts. The head of his cock skims my balls and taint until it’s laying along my crack. I grin into his mouth, bringing my knees up higher. Etna continues to rub against me, his cockhead getting caught on my hole every other stroke. He catches again and starts to push in, but his dick slips up and pokes my balls.

I laugh. “You can use your hand, you know.”

Etna grins. “Yeah, I know. I wanted to see how wide I got your ass. I should just slide right in, right?”

I laugh again. “Jerk.”

We kiss as he continues his blind balling it. Eventually, he manages to get into the right position and his head slides in. My body immediately tenses. Etna sucks on my lip. “You okay?” he murmurs as I convince my muscles to relax.

“I thought you were going to miss again,” I say.

He chuckles.

As he slides in a little more with slow, gentle rocks, I realize he was missing on purpose. This man doesn’t miss anything. My thoughts skip away as his dick pushes inside me.

It’s different from his fingers. To start with, he’s already deeper than his fingers reach. I can tell because my body is no longer entirely on board with this. My breath keeps catching. There’s some discomfort. Maybe some stinging? I’m struggling to keep my muscles relaxed.

I jerk and push Etna away. He backs off immediately. “I’m sorry,” he says, gently pulling his dick from my ass.

Taking a breath, I shake my head. “I’m freaking myself out. I’m back to remembering that you’re putting something in my ass and it’s kind of weird again.”

Etna lies on top of me again. “I hate to break it to you, but this first time is probably going to be weird. Just like all our other firsts. Remember our first kiss?”

I smile, turning my face into his cheek. “Yeah. That was awkward as fuck.”

He nods. “It was. Even cuddling was awkward.”

“The first time you pressed your dick to my thigh when we were cuddling? That was a weird fucking feeling.”

Etna laughs quietly. “We don’t have to do this, Keno. If you’re not ready?—”

“No, I am,” I interrupt. “I’m just a little in my head. Try again.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Put your dick in me. Hurry up.”

He smiles, nipping at my jaw. I’m convinced he was missing on purpose earlier even more when he lines his dick up with my hole and starts to sink into me on the first try without any guidance at all. Little bitch.

“I just want it to be good,” I whisper, my arms tight around him. “I’m afraid that it won’t be.”

“I’m going to get offended that you’re questioning my sexual prowess.”

My eyes close as he hits the spot where I’d pushed him back a minute ago. My body tenses and he stops.

“Listen to me,” Etna murmurs. “You’ve liked everything we’ve done. I’ve liked everything we’ve done. I’m willing to bet blowjobs for the next month that you’re going to enjoy this, Keno.”

I press my face into Etna’s neck and force my legs to fall open. “Blowies for the next month, huh?”

“Mm-hmm. Relax. Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, slowly rocking inside me. Further. Further. I remember to breathe. “That’s it. This sweet, tight ass is all mine. Isn’t it?”

I nod.

“All mine. I’m going to enjoy it for the rest of our lives, Keno.” My breath catches and I groan. I’m not sure if it’s from his words or the fact he rocks his hips once more and bottoms out. My body burns. From pain? From discomfort? From pleasure? I’m not sure if the burning I feel is because of his dick in my ass or because I’m so fucking horny.

“The rest of our lives,” I whisper.

Etna hums.

“Etna?”

“Mm-hmm?”

“Make love to me.”

His fingers dig into my skin. He shifts, his eyes meeting mine, and for a second, all we do is stare. Then his mouth is on mine.

I’d like to say this first time was all fireworks, orgasms, and magic. But as with most of our firsts, I think we laughed as much as we moaned.

I wouldn’t change it for anything.