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I laugh again, running my fingers down his face. They trail over his jaw, over his slight stubble. He looks down at me, those dark green eyes shining from beneath his thick lashes.

This is perfect. It’s all so perfect, and why I have any fear when it comes to Alex, is crazy. I shouldn’t. Fuck anyone who is against this, or who is against me for being me. It’s time I give in and let myself be happy for once instead of forcing myself to be miserable.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He blinks, but says nothing. Seconds go by and he’s just staring at me. A ton of emotions hit me, but mostly I worry that I said the wrong thing. That he has no interest in fucking me and I shouldn’t have said that.

“You’re serious?”

“Have you ever known me not to be?” I say, hoping to lighten the mood a little. Things are tense right now.

“Good fucking point,” he whispers before coming down to kiss me again.

He didn’t give me an answer. He didn’t move. He didn’t tell me to move. I don’t know if this is a yes or—

“Wait, did you mean right now?” he asks, panting.

“Yes, right now, Alex.” My tone is darker than I meant, but he reacts well to it.

His pupils dilate and he scrambles to get off me.

I move to the center of the bed, trying to keep hold of my sanity.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this, yet I also can’t believe how much I want it.

How much I want him. My nerves are kicking in and my heart beats fast as I watch him move, his reflection in the mirrors on the walls that surround us.

Before I know it, Alex is crawling onto the bed, a bottle of lube in his hands.

“Are you sure about this, Jordan?” he asks hesitantly. “Because—”

“I’m sure.”

He looks upwards, muttering something to himself, and then he pops the cap and pours lube into his hand before bringing it to me.

It’s cold, but he rubs it in, warming it up.

I try not to jerk away from his touch, but it’s not easy because nothing has ever been there before.

He runs his fingers up and down my crease, easing me into the feeling, which helps.

“Relax,” his voice is calm. Much calmer than I feel.

Just hearing it combined with his slow, smooth strokes does the trick.

I start to settle and allow it to feel good instead of worrying about it being weird.

With each pass by my hole, he adds a little pressure, until finally he slips his finger inside.

“Oh fuck,” I blurt out, tightening up.

“You okay?” Alex asks.

“Yep, just trying to adjust.”

He nods, and when I get my body to calm down, he pushes further in .

“Just keep going,” I tell him. “Don’t stop. Don’t ask me if I want you to stop.”

I bend my knees more, putting my feet flat on the bed as Alex slides his finger deeper inside me. He’s careful and slow with his movements. I close my eyes, needing to focus to keep myself relaxed. The more I tense, the weirder it feels. The more relaxed I am… well, it actually feels good.

My toes curl and I find myself breathing heavier the deeper he goes. It all makes sense now… Now that I know what this feels like, I get it.

“I’m going to add another finger,” Alex says softly.

“Please do,” I mumble as my head falls back

“Fuck,” he hisses before pulling out and working a second finger into me.

He brushes along something inside me that has me jumping off the bed in pleasure, my dick throbbing and threatening to explode.

“Jesus,” I groan.

Alex huffs a laugh. “Just wait until my dick is in here.”

“You should hurry up and do that.”

He grunts a happy sound, but keeps fucking me with his fingers, stretching me a little bit more.

I can see why this would hurt if you’re not stretched properly, and though I’d be willing to go through the pain to get to the pleasure I know is coming, why do it if I don’t have to?

Seeing Alex in front of me, on his knees, lust in his eyes as he fucks me with his fingers? I could watch this all day.

When he’s satisfied, he pulls his fingers out, grabs the lube and pours it all over his dick. He moves forward, leaning over me and kissing my lips. He pushes himself back up, but I grab his waist, holding him to me.

“Stay here,” I say.

He kisses me again, shifting to get his hand between us to guide his dick toward me. When he’s there, he presses forward. Slowly, inch by inch, and what feels like hours later, he slides into me. The moment he bottoms out, we groan deeply together.

Alex is trembling, so I kiss his jaw, and whisper in his ear, “You feel so fucking good.”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, resting his head on my shoulder. “Jordan—”

He pulls out and slides back in, causing me to groan and my dick to pulse. It takes a few moments, but we build a rhythm and soon enough he’s fucking me hard.

Nothing has ever felt as good as this feels, and I know, without a doubt, it only feels that way because it’s Alex.

Alex leans back, shifting my leg up to go deeper.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

He grabs my dick and jerks me off to his thrusts.

I grab him wherever I can, holding him tightly and riding him as hard as he’s fucking me. It’s hot, messy, and so fucking good. How is this so damn good?

“I’m close, baby,” he tells me. “I’m so fucking close…”

His voice is strained, his breathing fast and harsh.

“Me too.” My eyes squeeze shut as I hold off the orgasm for just a little longer. “Fuck, me too.”

With the way he’s fucking me so deep, hitting all the right spots, and jerking me off, I can’t hold on anymore. My dick explodes, cum splattering all over my stomach and chest. The pleasure is blinding and stars burst behind my eyelids.

Alex mutters something incoherent and stills inside me, his dick pulsing so hard I feel it, along with his cum filling me up. Jesus, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

Pleasure courses through my body, spreading from my toes to my fingertips.

When it subsides, I can’t move. I feel like I just had the most intense workout, my heart pounding a mile a minute.

“Come here,” I say breathlessly, pulling Alex to me.

His dick slides out, along with his cum, which feels weird as hell dripping out of me. He leans down on my chest, smearing my cum, but we stay that way until our hearts settle and we can breathe.

“That was so perfect,” he whispers.

I kiss his cheek. “Yeah, it fucking was.”