Now he could reach easily between my legs. It felt like he used his middle finger to push in this time. The fresh lube was cold. There were other positions where my ass would be spread more—I could have gotten on all fours and pulled my cheeks apart for him to do whatever he wanted.
I moaned at the thought, pushing back against his tentatively probing fingertip. His eyebrows rose, and he pressed harder, circling my hole more confidently. It was better to do it this way so I could see his face.
So I could kiss him and murmur, “That feels good.”
“Do you want, like, my whole finger?”
“Yeah.” I moaned against his lips. “You won’t hurt me. I want it.”
“I guess after a banana, a finger’s nothing.”
We laughed. I said, “Well, and cocks tend to be bigger than fingers. Sometimes bananas, but sometimes not.”
Sam crooked his finger, pushing and stretching me. “Would you want me to…?”
Our breath mingled where we faced each other on the pillows. I squeezed around his finger, and he gasped. It tickled my nose. I nodded and said, “I want you to fuck me. I want your cock in me. If you want to? Is this too fast?”
He thrust his finger in and out, circling my twitching rim. “I want to. I don’t know what I’m doing, though. I mean, I’ve done it with girls, but not in the ass. Tried once, but she said it hurt too much.”
“It’s okay. We don’t have to. It’s the first time. I mean for us.”
Us. It hit me again that I was actually doing this. I was kissing Sam, we were naked, and his finger was in my ass, trying to find my prostate. A burst of joy like fireworks spun through me.
“I want to,” Sam said, breathing hard. “I’m so turned on. I think… I think I’ve wanted you for a long time, so it doesn’t feel too fast.”
I nodded. “I get it. I feel the same.” Maybe it should have been strange to go from our very first kiss to penetration, but it was Sam. I was so comfortable with him. We used to share a tent and have farting contests.
How sexy to think about!
Grinning, I said, “Crook your finger. Like that—there!” He hit the right spot, and the fireworks exploded again, white bursts behind my eyes this time, my balls tingling and my cock leaking. “Jesus.” I squeezed my hand between us to grab his wrist. “Get your cock inside me before I come.”
He took out his finger, breathing hard. “Good plan. How?”
“Can I ride you?”
“Oh, wow,” he whispered, rolling onto his back. “Yeah. That sounds good.”
We worked together to get the condom on his cock and slick it, lube dripping into his pubes. He watched me take his shaft with wide eyes, his throat working and lips parting. I straddled him, sinking down as I reached back with one hand to guide him into me.
His cock was long and on the narrow side, and it curved a bit, stretching me beautifully. “So much better than a banana,” I moaned, seating myself fully.
We laughed, and I loved him so much.
“You feel amazing,” he mumbled.
I squeezed around him, making little circles with my hips. “Tight?” I wasn’t a virgin, but I didn’t hook up that much either. “You like it?” You like me?
“Yes. God, yes.” Sam grabbed at my thighs, his fingers slippery. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“Me either. But I’m glad. Are you glad?”
I peered down at him anxiously. He was gorgeous in the multi-colored glow. I leaned my hands on his smooth chest, squeezing his cock inside me and never wanting to let go. If he wasn’t glad—if he didn’t love me back…
I knew in that moment my heart was on the line.
And because I was a freak, I asked, “Are you just horny? Am I really the one you want?”
Chapter Seven
Sam
Grabbing Etienne’s hips so hard I’d leave bruises, I tried to focus on what he was saying above the roar of lust and the urge to ram up into the incredible heat of his body.
“Yes.”
Frozen on top of me, brows meeting, he asked, “Yes, you’re horny?”
“I mean, yeah, but no.” Holy shit, what were we even talking about? What was I saying? What were words? “Do you want me to sing Grease to you?”
Now he really looked confused. “Huh?”
A manic laugh bubbled out of me, and I crooned, “You’re the one that I want.” Fuck, I was a terrible singer. But I added the oh-oh-oh part as well.
“Oh!” Etienne’s face lit up, that white smile gleaming in the rainbow glow.
“You’re so cute,” I said. “Have you always been so cute?”
God, he beamed at me. “I like to think so.” He squeezed around me.
Grunting, I reached for his straining cock. I’d once exchanged hand jobs at summer camp when I was eleven with a boy whose name I now forgot, but this was most definitely nothing like that. I’d waved that experience off. A lot of kids experimented. It was normal. And it was! But I wasn’t a kid now.