Prologue #2
I rear back and he scrambles for the lube and condom.
While I suit up, he arranges himself on his hands and knees in front of me.
Beautiful round ass with a dusty pink hole nestled in the middle of the deep valley.
With lube-slick fingers, I trace around the wrinkled skin.
When he pushes back at me, I carefully push a single finger inside.
He clamps down on me for a second before relaxing. Even then, there’s still a bit of resistance. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
He whimpers and wiggles his ass.
“It’s almost like you’ve never done this before.”
His breath hitches and he arches his back, tilting his ass up for more.
“That can’t be true, can it?” I take a bite of his deliciously plump ass cheek. “This can’t be a virgin hole, can it?”
I bottom out and he throws his head back.
“Yes, yes, for you, it is.” He glances over his shoulder, seduction in his eyes. When he speaks, his voice is pure sex. “Please. Please fuck my virgin hole.”
I yank my finger out and push two back in. I’m not as gentle this time, not as slow. But he takes every inch with unrestrained eagerness.
“Give it to me! Yes!”
Jesus Christ, I could come just fingering him like this.
Watching him suck my fingers into his body and the hungry squeeze of his muscles.
His body primed and vibrating with pleasure.
The sounds coming out of his mouth, paired with his filthy encouragements.
I grip the base of my cock to keep my orgasm at bay.
I need to get inside him now. I can’t wait any longer.
“Yes, yes, yes, put your cock in me. Shove it in my virgin hole. I need it.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
I feed my cock into his body with my eyes glued to that spot where I disappear inside him. “Take it. Take every inch into your greedy virgin hole.”
“Oh god, you’re so big!”
“I’m gonna fill you all the way up.”
“It’s too much!” And he thrusts himself backward, sheathing me to the base.
I still. My hands are on his hips, thumbs perfectly cradled in the two dimples just above his ass.
I can’t even see a sliver of my cock. It’s entirely buried inside his hot, tight body.
His back is this long, elegant arc from his shoulders narrowing to his waist. It glistens with a sheen of sweat.
His hair—a reddish brown, now that there’s light enough to see—is soaked through.
This is just sex. Sex with a stranger. A little bit of fucking and some mutual release.
So why the fuck does it feel like so much more? Why do I feel like I’m finally coming home?
He reaches back for me, one hand landing on mine. He pulls me down to him so I’m covering his back with my front. Then he turns his chin over his shoulder and suddenly I’m staring into the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. They sparkle.
I fuck him like that. Bent over him, arms around him, staring into those mesmerizing eyes, kissing his sweat-slicked shoulder. His cries ring in my ears and his body fits perfectly into mine.
I fuck him. Hard and fast. Until he’s flat on his stomach and I’m bracing myself up with hands on either side of his head. I fuck him into the mattress, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.
He grabs onto my wrist. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He sinks his teeth into my forearm as he tenses. His back becomes a mosaic of tiny flexing muscles and his ass tries to detach my dick from my body.
I roar, slamming myself into him as my own orgasm overtakes me. It rocks me to the core, rampages through me, and turns me inside out. I come so hard and so long a part of me worries that the condom will burst. That’s how all-consuming this man is.
I’m careful when I pull out of him. Then I tie the condom off before collapsing beside him. I’ll dispose of the thing soon. I just need to wait until I’ve finished dying of pleasure.
He hasn’t moved an inch. Still sprawled out on his stomach, head turned to the side. His lashes flutter as he looks at me and his lips curl into a satisfied smile. I return it.
“I’m Logan,” he says.
I take a breath to speak and tell him my name, then stop. What am I doing? I never tell random hook-ups my real name. And yet, I was just about to with barely a second thought.
“I’m Jay.” I sound like I’m choking around the fake name.
He doesn’t seem to notice. Instead, Logan’s smile widens as he curls himself around me. “Nice meeting you, Jay.”
Later, after he’s fallen asleep, I ease myself out from under him.
I never spend the night when I hook up with a guy, but I’m sorely tempted to this time.
I don’t know what it is about him, why he has this kind of effect on me.
But the thought of walking out the door and never seeing him again makes my stomach twist painfully.
I dig up a piece of paper and quickly scrawl my phone number on it. I set it on the pillow next to him, where my head was a few moments before, and pause to take him in. Hopefully not for the last time.
“Nice to meet you too, Logan.”