“Only when it’s really important.” He’s talking about the sex, but I can’t help hearing that I’m important.
Iris can read me in a way he has never been able to before. He senses when I get close to the edge, too consumed with his fingers and mouth moving together to warn him. He backs off and slows down right before I explode, only to add another finger and then build pleasure all over again.
By the time I’m ready for the vibrator, I’m a quivering mess, and he’s even cockier than he usually is. He doesn’t even need to say anything; the smug look on his face says it all.
Iris reaches for the silicone toy. It’s thin but long, and with the tail, I don’t have to worry about it getting lost up there.
He shifts and positions himself between my legs, sitting upright and resting back on his ankles. His cock, still hard, stands tall and ignored. The pinkish head looks more than mouthwatering. I almost want to abandon our plans just so I can have a taste.
“Now here comes the fun part,” Iris says, and I force my gaze away from his cock to his goddamn beautiful face. “Still with me?”
“Fuck yes. Give it to me.”
The tip of the toy slips past my ring of muscle easily, and I realize he’s already prepped me enough that the toy feels small compared to his fingers. It gives me every sense of confidence that I can do this.
That disappears a moment later when his fingers rejoin the party. I tense briefly, but then with his free hand, Iris hits the remote for the vibrating function.
A shock wave of want travels through my body. The vibrating against my prostate makes my toes curl. Every single muscle in my thighs tenses, and precum leaks from my cock, making my stomach sticky.
Iris hits the button again to stop it, and my whole body relaxes.
He starts moving his fingers in and out again while the toy remains inside me.
The sensation is something I’ve never experienced before. I’m stretched wider than I ever thought possible, but I still want more. I need more. It’s like my body is catching up with my brain, and the craving to be full has never been stronger.
“Iris,” I breathe. It comes out with a desperation I usually don’t like giving in to.
But he’s working me over like he can read my mind, and he’s giving me more than I could have imagined.
He sets the vibrator to pulse, which only intensifies everything. It’s almost too much to handle. A sweat breaks out over my brow, my jaw is set, and I have to grip the comforter for something to hold on to.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “Block everything out and just feel.”
Unwelcome tears spring to my eyes, and I want them to fuck off before Iris sees them.
“Is it hurting?” Iris asks.
“Not at all. I … I think I’m ready for you.”
Iris hesitates, but the words These are happy tears refuse to fall from my mouth. Who wants to be the guy who cries during sex because it’s the one and only time they’ve felt cherished and wanted and cared for?
Fuck that.
“Are you sure?” Iris asks. “Because we can slow down.”
I manage to get my eyes to stop leaking. “I’m okay. I promise. The sting was there, but it still felt amazing even if it made my eyes water. I’d tell you if I couldn’t handle it.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
Damn it. He needs to stop before I fall irrevocably in love with him to the point my heart won’t survive if we don’t work out.
He removes his fingers but keeps the vibrator on pulse. Even that makes my ass feel emptier than it should be. Iris leans over me and lowers his head to bring our mouths together. The kiss is hard and unyielding.
When he lifts up again, he smiles at me. “I just wanted to do that before you start not liking me for a little bit.”
“I’ll never not like you.”
He cocks his head at me.
“I mean again. I was a conceited asshole in basic. I didn’t like anyone other than myself. I should’ve seen you for the beautiful man you are inside and out, but—”
“But your head was so far up your ass that DP should be no big deal at all.”
I laugh. “Exactly. So get to it.”
“This will be the worst part, but I’ll try to ease you into it, and it’ll be over fast.” He grips my knees and makes me raise my feet.
I nod. “I’m good.”
And even though he does ease me into it, he’s right. He’s so thick and so long that even the increased vibrating against my prostate isn’t enough to make it better.
He goes as slow as he can, moving a hand to where the ring on the end of the vibrator is to hold it in place while he slips in behind it. We’re both breathing heavily, but I get the impression only mine is from pain. The blissed-out look on his face lets me know his is because he’s trying to calm himself down and keep control.