He ignores me when I snark that my cock isn’t clean enough yet to try to get him to keep stroking it.
Then a foamy finger slips into my ass crack.
I tense.
Either my that’s not lube warning is going unheard, or I really do need to trust him.
I glance over my shoulder, which only makes him smile.
“I can see we still have some minor trust issues, but I promise to rectify that.”
His single finger breaches my hole, and the nerve endings that have been neglected for almost two years do a happy dance.
I bear down on his fat finger lodged inside me. He grips my hip with his free hand tight enough to bruise.
My ass clenches around his finger, and I breathe hard, trying to focus on the sensation of it slipping deeper inside me. It feels tight, but Brix takes his time, slowly moving in and out of me.
My mind gets fuzzy, and all I can feel is Brix all around me. I want him to consume all of me.
But then his warmth at my back suddenly disappears and so does his finger.
Noooo.
The water runs over me. I lean forward and lay my arm on the wall, pushing my ass out farther.
It’s not a matter of wanting more. I need more.
I need to feel all of him.
Then Brix’s big body presses against my back, and he reaches to shut the water off.
“Wait, wha—?” I go to stand upright, but Brix has me boxed in.
“Patience, Pop Star. Learn it.”
“That’s not going to happen anytime soon.”
He grips my shoulder to hold me in place. “Stay there.”
The next second, he’s on his knees behind me and he spreads my ass cheeks.
If he thought I was trembling before, it’s nothing compared to now. My legs threaten to give out.
I’m exposed and vulnerable, the cool air hitting my hole, but one look over my shoulder, and I know Brix is into it.
“So hot,” he murmurs.
It feels like a lifetime for the first swipe of his tongue, and when it happens, I can’t help squirming.
Brix chuckles, and the warm breath on my sensitive skin only intensifies the new experience. “Hold still,” he complains.
“Can’t help it. It feels … weird.”
He looks up at me. “Have you never—”
“Nope. Ex wasn’t into it. Never came up with the other guy.”
Brix sighs. “So much you’ve missed out on.”
“Are you going to give me an education on rimming?”
“Education? Nah. Religion? Hell yes.”
“Confident much—”
Brix dives right in, and my body lights up like a damn Christmas tree.
“Holy fuck!”
He hums like he wants to say something but is too busy right now.
The sensation in my ass is completely overwhelming. I want to simultaneously clench and push my ass out farther.
As much as I want to keep watching Brix over my shoulder as his face is buried between my ass cheeks, I’m unsteady and can’t stay twisted like this. I turn back to the wall in front of me and rest on my hands while Brix teases and probes.
I can see why this would be the best way to prep someone. Once I get used to the swirling sensation of his tongue, my ass relaxes under Brix’s mouth.
He adds his fingers, and I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to two without the help of lube before.
Heat tingles down my spine and in my gut. My cock is still standing tall, untouched and aching, but I don’t want Brix to stop, and I don’t want to take my hand off the wall because I don’t want to smash my head against the tile.
His fingers reach my prostate, and over and over again, I’m hit with a wave of sensation I’m not used to.
My hips rock backward. “Need. More.”
Instead of giving me what I want, he pulls away completely.
“No!” I breathe heavily.
My body feels wrung out already, and I haven’t even come yet.
He stands and runs the tip of his hard cock along the crack of my ass. “Think you’re ready for all of me?”
“Lube.”
Brix laughs. “Of course.” He smacks my ass. “Bed.”
He helps me out of the tub, and on wobbly legs, I stumble toward the bed in the hotel suite.
I fall to my hands and knees.
“Nuh-uh. On your back.”
“Oh, thank God.” I flop over, narrowly missing the bottle of lube Brix throws next to me. “I don’t know how long I could’ve held myself up for.”
The mattress dips as Brix’s knees hit the bed. I lift my head and watch his big body crawl toward me.