Pushing the Limits (Secrets Kept 2)

“Do you like to be fucked?” Lane asked.

“Yes, but I love doing the fucking as well.”

“Me too on both accounts.” He didn’t speak then, just pressed one hand to each cheek and spread them open. I widened my legs for him, bent over, because I was a shameless slut and I didn’t care. I could live off sex with Lane and nothing else. “Jesus, you have a sexy hole. It’s so damn small and tight.” His breath was warm against my crease.

“You gonna work your tongue up in there? I want to feel you, want you to eat me out before you give me your cock, but no coming right away. We’re gonna do that when you give me your ass, Lane.”

“Yes, hell yes,” he said, then buried his face low between my legs and licked from my taint up to the top of my crack. He went straight for my hole next, pressing, licking, lapping, kissing. I’d never thought of myself as the kind of man to want to belong to anyone or anything, even when it came to how I felt about him, but in that moment, as he kneaded my ass cheeks while tongue-fucking me, more than just my ass belonged to him. I would gladly say I belonged to Lane.

My cock twitched, balls full and tightening more as I pressed back against him, tried to ride his face as best as I could. Lane’s skin was smooth and soft against that delicate area of my body. His hair tickled my flesh. He nibbled my ass, kissed my hole over and over like he was treasuring me, worshipping me.

I watched in the mirror, saw my face flushed with pleasure, saw his arms on each side of my body as he pressed into me, feasting off me.

When he pulled back, I growled. “I didn’t say you could go anywhere. I’m not done with your tongue.”

“I’m just giving you a finger too.” He peeked around my body, eyes meeting mine in the mirror before he seductively pressed his digit into his mouth. I damn near melted against the counter when he pressed it against me and then inside. “Look at you, your eyes rolling back. It’s so sexy seeing you like this. How did I go so long without seeing you this way?”

“Don’t know,” I replied breathlessly. “Don’t do it again.”

Lane kissed my ass cheek, then continued his pleasurable assault, finger-fucking me, alternating between that and his tongue, making wave after wave of the most incredible sensations wash over me.

He went from one finger to two, keeping me nice and wet with spit and his mouth. My hands ached from how I squeezed the counter, and when he crooked his finger, massaging over my prostate, my whole world nearly splintered apart. I pulled away and jerked Lane to his feet. “Bed. Now.”

“Impatient.”

“I’ve been waiting fourteen years, Lane.”

“You’re all heart, and you don’t even know it.”

“Lies,” I teased, but Lane just grabbed my hand and tugged me with him. I let him push me to the bed, then sat up, leaning against the headboard, stroking my shaft while I watched him pull his underwear down. “Condoms and lube are in the drawer.” I gave myself another lazy pull while he grabbed them.

“I wish we didn’t need the condoms.”

Jesus, the thought of being inside him bare…it was almost enough to make me lose my load right then. “I’m negative, but I’ll go get tested to confirm.”

“I’m negative too. I got tested after Jayden because he told me he’d been with someone else.”

White-hot anger stabbed through my chest. “Don’t mention his name in our bed again.” When Lane grinned, I said, “Oh, so he likes it when I get jealous.”

“I can’t help it.” Lane tossed the supplies beside me, then climbed onto my lap, straddling me. He grabbed my hand, then the lube, and pumped some onto my fingers. “If you’re going to fuck me too, you can get me ready while I kiss you.” He leaned in and pressed one to the corner of my mouth. “I love kissing you too.”

I trembled because no one could get to me the way he could. And it didn’t matter where his mouth had just been, when he flicked his tongue against my lips, I opened for him.

I wrapped my arms around him, slid my hand down beneath him, and he leaned forward to give me better access. I circled his tight rim, savoring the small gasps he made. When I pushed a wet finger inside him, we both exhaled together, just before the kiss turned hungrier and more urgent.

He was so hot and tight and mine.

We made out while I started with one digit, then two, twisting and fucking, stretching the hole I couldn’t wait to see wrapped around my cock. I wished I’d gotten tested already so I could shoot my load inside him, then lie there and watch it dribble out, only to use my fingers to push it back inside him again.