Page 36 of Take the Plunge

“Do I need to do something to get you ready?” I squeeze his arse cheek so he knows what I’m talking about.

“I can do it.”

“I want to.”

“I’d like that.”

“I’m being selfish.”

He lifts his head. “Huh?”

“You mentioned playing with a finger earlier?”

Kian nods.

“If that freaks me out, I’m never going to manage to—you know.”

“I know.” He nods to the lube. “You’ll need that.”

I pick up the bottle.

“Put plenty on your fingers and touch me. Play around a bit. Do what feels nice to you.”

“What about you?”

He chuckles. “Trust me. You’ll know if I’m enjoying it or not.” He grabs one of the spare pillows, tucks it under his hips, raises his knees, and spreads his legs. “Ready when you are.”

I squeeze lube onto my fingertips and rub them together to warm it up. I feel out of my depth. I’m not sure fingering a woman has prepared me for playing with a man’s arse. Not any man’s arse. Kian’s. I don’t want to do anything that might hurt him. If I fuck it up—

He sits up and kisses me. “Don’t overthink it.”

“Relax and enjoy?”

“That’s the idea. If you can’t, we should stop.”

I nod.

He lies back down. “We can go back to kissing and fondling for as long as you need.”

I settle beside him and kiss him, caressing his lips in a slow, tender dance. I slip my hand between his hips and run my finger from his balls, down his taint, to his pucker. The moment I touch it, it tenses, then relaxes.

Kian moans. “That’s nice.”

“You’re sure?”

“Uh-huh. Apply a little more pressure.”

I do what he suggested and play. First, I circle my finger around his pucker, then press the pad of my finger against it and rub back and forth. He whimpers and moans. His fingers flutter over my cheek and jaw as he peppers my lips with desperate kisses.

“That’s so nice, Jett.”

“What should I do now?”

“Push one finger inside me. Slowly.” His smile quivers. “Don’t be alarmed if I tense up or gasp.”

“Will you?”

“Probably. But it’s okay. I promise it’s okay.”