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Aiden

J oe stared at me, and my heart slammed into my ribs over and over. It was a dumb question. Of course, we needed them. He’d brought them over to the bed for a reason. I don’t know what it was about him that made me want to feel all of him.

“Aiden...”

“Forget it. It was stupid. I just figured... Well, I’ve never been with anyone. I’ve seen enough of your content to know you film solo, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t hook up with people outside of that.” Fuck, I was spiraling quickly. “I mean, I trust you. It’s not like we haven’t communicated about shi... stuff, right? You’d tell me if it was something I needed to worry about. Safety first? That’s what they teach in school, anyway.”

Trainwreck, meet Aiden Grant.

A warm hand covered my mouth to stop my rambling.

“Aiden, it’s—it’s fine. It just surprised me, is all. I’m tested regularly and my last panel came back clear. I’ve just never had anyone... ask me for that.”

The foil packets dropped back to the bed, and I swallowed roughly around the lump that formed in my throat. God. He was going to do it for me. Joe was going to let me experience the whole thing. The package deal.

When Joe’s fingers slid out of me, the feeling of emptiness was swift and unwelcome. Fuck, I’d gone my whole life without experiencing this and I was hooked on the first try. I wanted to be filled. Full. Stuffed to the brim.

The whimper that escaped me was inhuman. There was no way it came out of me, but watching Joe reach for the bottle of lube again and slick up his cock? Oh, fuck. Yeah. I was ready for that. That was what I really wanted. The fingers felt nice. Good. Amazing even, but he’d made being dicked down sound so damn good.

I held my breath when he notched the head of his cock against my stretched hole. Joe didn’t move, shaking his head. I remembered what he’d said earlier, that it would only make things worse if I didn’t breathe and relax. You try to relax the first time you have someone else shove a dick up your ass.

“Babe?”

My eyes snapped to him. “Joe?” I took a deep breath and then sank into the soft comforter.

I wasn’t used to anyone calling me anything other than my name, but Joe could keep calling me whatever the fuck he wanted. The names set me at ease as he slowly sank inside, stretching me with his girth, and I did my best not to tense up, to fight against the intrusion, because holy hell, he was a lot fucking bigger than his fingers had been.

“Push down. It feels fucking weird, but trust me, sweetheart, it will help.”

I followed Joe’s instructions, and surprisingly, it helped. It felt fucking amazing the way he was filling and stretching me open. It stung. To say there was no pain would be a flat-out lie.

All I could do was focus on the feel of him. That we were connected in such a way and damn, I wanted to stay like that. Was that weird? Probably. But, fuck. It felt good as much as it hurt and when Joe finally stilled, his hips flush with my ass, my eyes snapped open, not realizing I’d closed them.

“You okay?”

God. The way he was worried about me. It was so damn sweet, and it made the experience that much more intense. Joe was so worried about making this special, but he hadn’t realized that by caring so much, he was doing more than a great job at it.

Somehow, saying that I was fine didn’t seem like enough, like he’d try to pry more out of me. “Are you kidding?”

It still wasn’t the right answer, but words wouldn’t form correctly. My brain was too overwhelmed with new sensations. Instead of trying to think of a better answer for him, my legs tightened around his waist, pulling him as close as possible. That was when I felt it. That feeling Joe had told me about. When his cock bumped my prostate, my eyes rolled and my back arched from the bed.

“Oh, sweet mother of fucking Christ. Do it again.”

Joe chuckled, his hips rocking shallowly at first before picking up the pace. My hands clawed at the comforter, trying to grasp at anything. Maybe it was my sanity because it all felt so fucking good. I could go insane like this. Insane with lust and need.

“You like that, huh? Oh, sweetheart. The things I could teach you...” Joe shifted his angle, and it rubbed me a new way and I was right there again, right on the verge of falling over the precipice of release because fuck, this all felt so amazing and new. Maybe I’d last longer next time. If there was a next time. God, I hoped there would be.

“Joe—” I whined, my hand snaking between us to wrap around my dick. It was so fucking hard, leaking, and wet. My eyes rolled back as I jerked in time with his thrusts and, as predicted, it didn’t take long at all before cum rolled down my fingers and over my chest. My toes curled as Joe cursed above me, his movements becoming choppier.

And then there it was. The twitch followed by a warm rush and oh, oh my God. To feel Joe come inside of me was unreal, and it was quickly followed by the weird thought of, well, at least I can’t get pregnant .

“Oh, fuck. Aid. Jesus.” He slid from inside of me and his release followed suit, but when Joe’s fingers pushed it back in, I winced. “Look at that. It’s so fucking hot.”

As much as I wanted to move away, my skin feeling much too oversensitive, he wasn’t wrong that it was hot. The idea he was keeping his cum inside of me.

And then another weird thought hit. But what if I could ? It wasn’t anything I would speak out loud. I was pushing things too far with my brother’s friend as it was, but God. Why did that sound so appealing?

Joe collapsed next to me, his blue eyes tracking down my body as we lay there and gathered ourselves. Our breathing evened out, and I rolled onto my side, doing my best to hide the wince of pain when my ass twinged.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart? Talk to me.”

I bit my lip, hand reaching out to rest on Joe’s warm side. “Can we do it again?”

His laugh was low and sultry, and he leaned in and placed a kiss against my lips. “Slow down. As fun as it is, you need to rest.”

And when I rolled onto my back, the sting in my ass was a reminder of just why that was. “But resting isn’t fun. Sex is fun. Why haven’t I done that before?” My face heated at the question. Joe’s face appeared in my vision as he leaned over me.

“That’s a good question, actually? Why now? ”

My entire body fluttered with nerves. Why was it so damn hard to talk to him about this? I’d talked about it with Chase like it hadn’t been that big of a deal. And if there’s anyone I should be able to talk to about this, it’s the person I’d trusted it with.

“I don’t—I don’t know. I guess... I never felt like it was important? If that’s even the right word. Everyone around me was rushing off to have sex, and I never understood it.”

The look of concentration on Joe’s face did nothing to set me at ease.

“It’s stupid, right? Like what kind of normal nineteen-year-old doesn’t want to fuck around all the time?” Everything tingled. The way Joe studied me felt like he was picking me apart. He had to know that about me, though.

“Aiden? You know that’s not weird, right? Just because you don’t have a desire to jump into bed with every person you meet doesn’t mean you’re broken. If anything, I’m hypersexual. There’s nothing wrong with that either.”

A sense of calm instantly settled over me at his explanation. He wasn’t judging me. Maybe I needed that reassurance more than I realized.