Chapter 26

I might have lied a little. I blame the jock in me—he tends to come off as more self-assured than I really am. I've had anal sex with a woman exactly once and it wasn't a good experience for either of us. I've never used my mouth on anyone's butthole before, though, and if I'm honest, the idea does feel kind of squick.

But that first taste of Gavin breaks something inside me. The flavor of him, oh dear lord, heady and intoxicating and illicit and to fucking die for. I dive in after that, using my tongue to dig into his body for more.

"Fuck! Oh, fuck!"

I don't know if there's supposed to be a technique to this, but I'm beyond caring. I want to drown myself in the scent and taste of him and besides, Gavin seems to like what I'm doing. It's really trippy how his muscles contract and relax, loosening to let me in, then squeezing tight around my tongue. I can push against it and it'll push back. It's like we're playing a game, going back and forth until it isn't enough anymore.

I'm practically high when I lift my head and find Gavin bent in half, knees to his shoulders, and covered in a sheen of sweat. His curls are wet, scattered over the pillow and plastered to his forehead, and he's got his bottom lip clamped between his teeth. He's breathing hard, barely hanging on by a thread.

"Lube, condom," he says as he flings his arm toward the nightstand.

A bottle and a packet land on the bed and something occurs to me. I haven't used a condom in years. Lucy was on birth control and then we were trying, and since we split… "I haven't been with anyone."

Gavin's gaze flicks from the foil packet I'm holding between my fingers up to my face. His lips part when understanding dawns. "Not at all?"

"Nope." I drop my hand to my lap.

"I was tested a month ago. All negative. And there hasn't been anyone since for me either."

We stare at each other, letting the implications of what we're saying settle between us. Then without a word, I hold up the condom again in a silent question. Gavin takes it and tosses it back into the nightstand.

Oh god. Are we really doing this? Having sex. Without a condom. I'll be inside him, touching him in that deepest, most intimate of places, then filling him up with my cum. My cock jerks and throbs at the thought.

Gavin grabs the lube and shoves it at me. "You know what to do with this right?"

"I can figure it out," I say as I pop the lid. It can't be that difficult.

Gavin turns away from me, arranging himself on his hands and knees. The sight stuns me into inaction. He looks just like he did in my imagination, but a thousand times better. The gentle bow of his spine. The two little dimples above the globes of his ass. His quads are ropey with muscle, his calves are thick and plump, his back ripples as he moves. He's gorgeous and he's all mine.

"What are you waiting for?" Gavin peers at me from over his shoulder.

"Not like this." I tap his hip. "Turn around. I want to see your face." This is our first time together, and I don't want there to be any doubt it's Gavin I'm fucking. I want to see all the feelings flashing in his eyes. I want to kiss him and breathe the same air as him.

Gavin's gaze goes unfocused before he quickly flips over again. I scooch in close, knees going to either side of his hips as he draws his legs up. His hole is still a little shiny from my spit and he sucks in a breath when I touch it, the muscles fluttering under the pads of my fingers. The skin here is darker than the rest of Gavin's body. It's soft and wrinkled, yet smooth, and it's so soothing to run my fingers over it in circle after circle.

"God, Beau, put it in."

I do, just a gentle pressure from the tip of one finger. The muscle gives way with hardly any resistance and I slip in. I have to remind myself to breathe. It's hot and tight, and most importantly, it's inside Gavin's body.

He makes a small whimpering sound, but I can't tear my eyes away from the spot where my finger disappears. It sinks all the way into the knuckle, then I move it around inside. It's smooth in there too, the flesh so delicate and fragile. I drag the pad of my finger back and forth, savoring each surface, seeking out each crevice. Gavin gasps when I run over a noticeable bump.

"Prostate?" I ask as my college human anatomy course comes back to me.

He nods, then gasps again when I poke at the bump. His whole body jerks at the touch and the muscles in his ass tighten around my finger.

I add a second finger and use both to press on his prostate, rub circles on it, drum on it. Gavin's cries grow louder and higher, his hips come off the bed, and he squeezes around me like he's trying to suck my entire hand inside.

"Fuck, Beau, fuck."

He grasps at the sheets, tosses his head left and right. His cock is a faucet of pre-cum and the harder I work his prostate, the more it pumps out.

"Enough, please. Fuck me, Beau, please."

His pleas break past my fascination with making his dick leak and reminds me that my own is leaking too. I gently ease my fingers out, letting myself admire how the muscles twitch like they're looking for something to clamp down on. Then I line myself up, and when the tip of my cock touches Gavin's hole, I forget to breathe.