Page 36 of Yorkie to My Heart (Friends of Gaynor Beach Animal Rescue #6)

“Not right now. You touch me and I’ll go off. You take me into your mouth and you’ll be waiting a bit.” He feathered my hair. “I’m not seventeen anymore. Refractory periods are a thing.”

I frowned.

He laughed.

Clearly not at me, though.

“I’ll explain another time. Will you lie on the bed?” He held out a hand and helped me rise.

Appreciating that more than anything, when I stood before him, I wrapped my arms around him and placed my head on his chest.

He rubbed my back.

Whether he understood the comfort I got from this, I couldn’t be certain. I just knew I needed the reassurance. The skin-to-skin contact.

Finally, I pulled back—relieved my eyes were still dry. “I’ll get on the bed.”

“Will you let me prep you?” He held my gaze, his dark-brown eyes nearly black in the dim light.

“Yes.” Because I wouldn’t have known how to do it myself. I should have. At twenty-four, and having had access to porn for a decent amount of time, I should’ve tried this on myself sooner. I’d dreamt Hank would teach me.

More fool me.

Except Jeremy would be my first, and that would be way, way, way better.

So I crawled onto the bed, made my way to the center, lay down, placed my head on a pillow, and tried to battle the nerves raging within me.

Moments later, he was there with me with the bottle of lube and a condom in hand. He started at the foot of the bed and slowly crawled his way up.

Instinctively, I opened my thighs and welcomed him into my personal space. A space no one had ever gone before.

He knelt before me, and the grin I found so endearing returned. “Move your thighs apart more. I want to see your pretty hole.”

I had no idea what my hole looked like. Something in his warm words, though, had me spreading my thighs, bending my knees, and planting my feet on the mattress—as far apart as I could make them.

Under his intense scrutiny, my cock started to perk. I meant to ask what a refractory period actually meant, but I suspected he was saying he’d need longer to get it up again. For me, anytime I saw him naked—of even semi naked—my cock took interest.

He opened the bottle of lube and coated his fingers. Then he positioned himself so he could gently lift my cock and balls out of the way.

Next thing I knew, his fingers gently circled my rim. “Okay, that feels weird.”

“That’s understandable. And lube’s a little cold.” Slowly he eased his index finger inside me.

The contradiction of sensations really knocked me sideways.

Something going into me was…strange. The puritanical part of my brain said, no way, no how…

just no . The happier part of my brain thought, it’s about fucking time, and thank Christ that Hank wasn’t your first. He wouldn’t have been this gentle.

“I’m going to add a second finger.”

“Yeah, okay.” I held myself still as he sank two fingers in. Slowly, the weirdness receded. Then, quite surprisingly, his fingers brushed something inside me. My cock leapt to attention, and an unexpected jolt of electricity rocketed through me. My gaze shot to him.

He grinned. “Prostate. We’re going to have fun with that.” He brushed it again.

“I…uh…” Nope. No words. Just an understanding this was more than I could ever have thought possible. “Oh, Jesus, I want to…”

Slowly he eased his fingers back a bit. He scissored them and moved them around. Stretching me. So I’d be able to take that very pretty and rather large cock of his. I understood we weren’t entirely designed for this, but that men had been doing it as far back as recorded history.

Or so I told myself.

So I could believe I’d survive this. Even enjoy this.

“Do you think you’re okay? Ready?” He eased his hands from me and tilted his head as if trying to take my measure.

“Yes, I’m good. I promise.” I would be. Because this was Jeremy, and he’d take care of me.

He leaned over me and planted a kiss on my lips.

Instantly, I opened my mouth to him. Welcomed him.

He took full advantage, thrusting his tongue in.

He dominated the kiss, which was just fine with me.

I understood, instinctively, that I was giving him control.

That was okay because he’d made it clear he had no problems with us changing roles.

That, in fact, he wanted me to experience everything—so I’d be knowledgeable and easily able to decide what I wanted.

Our cocks brushed as he canted his hips. All while keeping up the assault on my mouth.

I tried to push against his hip—to get any friction possible.

By angling his thighs in a certain way, though, he prevented me from getting any satisfaction.

He chuckled. “Eager?”

“Hell fucking yes.”

Slowly, he eased back. He kissed his way down my chin. He sucked on my neck. He pressed his lips against my skin as he moved down my sternum. He paid homage to each nipple—bringing them to sharp peaks.

“Jeremy…please…”

Another rumble of amusement from deep in his chest.

He went lower still, this time nuzzling my bellybutton with his nose.

I giggled.

He nipped at the skin just below my navel. Where I carried much of my fat.

In that moment, it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered except getting Jeremy inside me as soon as possible. He said he didn’t care about how I looked—and I believed him.

When he licked my tip, I nearly went right over again. “Jesus, Jeremy, give a guy some warning.” I said the words teasingly, and he met my gaze with a wicked grin.

Then he rocked back on his heels, snagged the condom, disposed of the wrapper, and rolled the thing on. “We’ll teach you how to do this.”

“Okay. But I’d prefer to go bareback as soon as possible.”

“We can run down to a clinic in Oceanside tomorrow. San Diego, if we have to. Then dinner with my parents and?—”

“Say something like that again, and I’m going to lose this boner.”

He coated his cock with lube, then stuck two fingers back inside me to add just a little bit more stretch. “You ready?”

“I’ve been ready pretty much since you crashed into us. Again, hell fucking yes.”

Without another word, he guided his cock to my entrance. Then, slow as molasses, he started to push in.

The burning took me by surprise because I hadn’t felt this much discomfort before when he’d only been using his fingers. Still, I breathed through the intense sensation. I willed my body to acclimate. To not fight.

“The head getting in is the worst of it.” Jeremy said the words through gritted teeth.

“Then just do it. Just push in. We’ll figure the rest out later.”

He chuckled. “I’ll keep going slow, and you keep breathing.”

And so we did. Eventually the worst of the pain eased as his head was fully inside me. Then, inch by inch, he pressed his way into me. Pushing forward a bit, pulling back a bit. Slowly and surely, he found his way home.

“I’m in. Now’s the good part.”

I chuckled. “How’s that?”

“Every time I brush your prostate, you’ll get that happy feeling.”

“You’ll have to tell me about this magical thing.”

“I will.” He gritted his teeth. “I need to move.”

“By all means.” I offered my most winsome smile. “Give me all you’ve got.”