Page 91 of Try Me

It hurt.

It felt amazing.

I’d been afraid he wouldn’t let me in. Afraid he had more willpower than me and that he’d leave me standing out in the dark, stripped and vulnerable.

“Missed you. I can’t—” His words were broken syllables that collected in my mouth, then reassembled as pleasure that burned through me. We pushed and shoved against each other with an aching neediness.

We moved with reckless abandon, imprecise and uncoordinated. My shirt, my pants, my socks, all were flung into the far corners of his room until Mark could slide his hands freely up and down my ribcage. Mine framed his face, keeping our lips sealed in a messy clash of teeth and tongues while I rolled my hips against him, on the edge already like I hadn’t jacked off this morning or earlier tonight to thoughts of him. But the real thing was always better, and the familiar scent of his skin was overwhelming.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I tried really fucking hard not to, but—”

“I know.”

“You do?”

I pulled back just far enough to find his eyes. I didn’t want there to be any mistake. “I love you, too. Knew it that night at Kacey’s party. Knew it that night in your bedroom. Knew it that night in your car with Cam—God, did I know it then. I couldn’t stop looking at you. I—”

“Shut up,” he murmured, and hooked a hand around the back of my neck, dragging my mouth back to his.

We rolled around the floor clumsily, me wincing as his elbow caught me in the side, my knees bumping against his.

His lips trekked liquid fire down the side of my neck, then my torso. My nipples went stiff between his teeth. He pushed me onto my back, one hand splaying wide on my chest as he kissed down my body, the other hand hooking my waistband and yanking my boxers down to my knees. He gripped my thigh hard, shoved my legs apart, and licked a fiery stripe over my balls and shaft. Then did it again and again, forcing me back down each time I arched into him. His hand glided up my torso, and I sucked the fingers he slid into my mouth while his moans vibrated against my cock.

Mark kicked his boxers all the way off and then wrestled mine free of my ankles. I spread my legs wider, ready for him, dying to feel him press inside me with that quiet, throaty rumble he made the second the tip of his cock hit the heat of my ass.

Instead, he straddled me, face lowering to mine and capturing my mouth in another kiss.

“Shit,” I rasped, turning my head to the side to swallow more air when he grasped my dick and rubbed it against his hole. The tight muscle twitched beneath the smear of precum leaking from my slit, and I had to bite my lip to keep from pleading with him to stop messing with me.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and heat seared the head of my cock as it breached him.

“Oh God, that—” Mark gasped loudly, then again.

“Wait,” I panted and grabbed him by the hips, holding him still. “You want this?”

“Fuck yes, all of it.” He clenched around me impatiently.

Goddamn, that painted my insides with fire. I groaned in response, my body impatient, but my mind operating on a slightly more rational level. Well, except for the fact that I gave a few shallow thrusts that made Mark whimper as I spoke. I couldn’t help it. “Drawer. Lube. Otherwise you’ll take back that I love you tomorrow when you can’t walk. And I plan”—one more tiny thrust couldn’t hurt—“on”—maybe just one more. This time Mark was the one to groan—“keeping it.Jesus, you’re fucking tight.”

The bottle landed on my chest while Mark did his best to make me lose my shit before I could even get inside him, rubbing his dripping cock all over my shaft as I lubed up my fingers.

I yanked him close, slid my slick fingers down the crack of his ass and teased his hole. In seconds they were inside him, stretching him open as his cock thrust against mine.

“I swear to God, Pynch, I’m not gonna break. I’ve been…I’ve…never mind. Just do it. I’m ready.” He was wild-eyed with lust, flushed in the cheeks, and only half-coherent.

He was gorgeous.

I froze, a smile hooking my mouth. “You’ve been what, Farrow? What’ve you been doing?”

Mark ducked his head, but I caught his chin and lifted it, and he let out a breathless laugh. “I practiced. A lot.”

“Yeah? What’d you practice with?” God, the images that called up of Mark fucking himself open with his fingers or…some other implement.

I buried my fingers inside him, found his prostate and rubbed hard over it. Mark cried out, hips and cock jerking against me, so I took that, too, wrapping him in my other fist and jerking him roughly while I fingered him. “Tell me.”

“Fingers first. Then dildo. I ordered it—” His words came in breathless rasps timed to my unrelenting strokes. “Online. Oh shit.Please.”

“I’ll be needing to see this sometime.”