Page 104 of Forgiven

Slowly, gently, Dylan moved his finger back and forth. There was no pain or discomfort, only pleasure and a slightly unnerving need to pee as Dylan’s finger stroked him over and over.

“That’s so good.” He licked his lips. “So nice. Oh, God.”

He gave up on trying to praise with words, and showed his appreciation through throat ripping moans instead.

“I’m glad you like that. We can try a second finger whenever you’re ready.”

Callum clutched at the sheets. “Now. Please. Oh, God, Dylan. I want you.”

“Not yet, baby. You’re not ready yet.”

Callum felt ready, but he was happy to defer to Dylan’s experienced judgement, rather than his own desperately needy body.

Almost as slowly as he’d inserted his finger, Dylan withdrew it and applied more lube to Callum’s arse. He warmed it up with gentle caresses.

“You were telling me about your dreams.”

“There’s not much else to tell.”

“Oh, I think there is. Where else have we made love?”

“Here.”

“I know that one.”

Callum groaned as Dylan’s fingers slowly slipped inside him. It was easier this time, even though two fingers meant double the girth.

“Over the table.Oh!”

“Is that good?”

Callum bit his lower lip and moaned. “On the boat.”

Dylan chuckled against his ear. “That might be hard as you’re moving out of there tomorrow.” He slid his fingers back and forth inside Callum.

“I’ll keep my key.”

“Sounds good. Where else?”

“Why are you making me talk so much?”

“To help you stay relaxed. Is it working?”

Callum nodded. “Are we going to talk this much when your cock is inside me?”

Dylan kissed his cheek. “No. Can I go a little harder? A little faster?”

“Uh-huh.”

Callum turned his face into the pillow as Dylan did exactly that. It felt so nice. He was so relaxed and there was so much lube, that Dylan’s fingers slipped back and forth without any friction at all. All Callum could do was whimper and moan. Even if Dylan asked him a question, he wouldn’t have been able to string a sentence together.

“Can you take a third finger?”

Callum’s eyebrows shot up. “A third?”

“Yes.” Dylan placed a wet kiss on his jaw, licking and running his tongue piercing over Callum’s skin. “To get you ready for my cock.”

Callum sucked in a breath. “At this rate, I’m going to come long before you get that far.”