Page 101 of The Risk Taker

Perfect.God. That word does something to me. I let out a broken noise, pressing my face harder into the bed. The toy keeps sliding in, and every time I think he’s gone as deep as he can, there's more. I arch off the bed, gripping the sheets, breathing hard as the stretch builds and builds andbuilds.Logan keeps one hand on my thigh as he stretches me open.

“Fuck yes,” he praises, and fuck me if he doesn’t sound proud. “Your greedy little hole’s loving it.”

I whine and he groans loud, like the sound goes straight to his cock.

He pushes a little deeper, pausing to let my body adjust, heat blooming low in my stomach, spreading outward until it’s all I can feel.

Logan adjusts his grip, nudging the toy in just a little more, and I let out something between a moan and a whimper.

“Fuck,” I breathe, barely able to get the word out. “It feels so?—”

“So what?” Logan murmurs, close to my ear.

“So good,” I gasp. “God. So fucking good.”

I hear a low groan behind me as the toy shifts again. He moves it in shallow thrusts, making me feel every slick drag of it inside me.

“You like that, baby?” he grunts. “You like the way it fills you up?”

“Yeah,” I moan, my breath catching hard in my throat. “Yeah—fuck?—”

I squeeze my eyes shut, the pleasure flooding too fast, too deep, every nerve ending buzzing under my skin. My body trembles as he pushes the toy a little deeper, testing how much I can take.

He groans, and the sound does something to me. I glance over my shoulder, keeping my cheek pressed to the sheets, needing to see him.

“You’re gonna feel incredible around me,” he says, his eyes glued to where the toy is slowly disappearing into my body. “I can’t wait to fuck you for real. My cock’s gonna feel so much better than this plastic toy.”

My hole flutters around the toy, greedy, aching, clenching like itknowswhat it’s missing. “I want it,” I pant. “I want your cock.”

Logan groans like he’s been waiting to hear that all night and grabs my chin, tilting my face up before crashing his lips to mine.

He pulls back and presses his forehead to mine. “Turn over. I wanna see your face when I fuck you.”

I let him move me, rolling onto my back. He settles between my legs, pushing them open like he owns me, like this is where I was always meant to be. He leans back, just enough to look down at me, his eyes fixed between my legs like he’s starved for the sight, letting out a low curse.

His fingers wrap around the base of the toy and he starts pulling it out slow, inch by slick inch, watching the whole time as my rim clenches, fluttering with the loss.

“You’re so ready for me,” he breathes, like he’s never seen anything more beautiful than my stretched hole. His hand slides along my thigh, but then he stops, his brows tugging together.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his forehead dropping to mine as he exhales hard. “I didn’t bring a condom.”

I tilt my head, brushing my nose against his. “I don’t want you to use one,” I whisper against his lips.

His breath catches. “Nathan?—”

“I want you bare inside me,” I interrupt, sliding my hand to his hip, pulling him closer. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

The sound he makes is wrecked, his grip tightening like he’s barely holding it together. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second, his forehead still pressed to mine, before he looks at me again.

“I’m on PrEP,” he says, swallowing hard. “But there hasn’t been anyone else,” he adds. “Not for a while. It’s only been you.”

Something twists deep in my chest, but I don’t blink. Don’t look away. I just breathe him in and let the words spill out of me. “I trust you.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “You’re really sure?” he asks, brushing his thumb against my flushed cheeks.

“Yes,” I breathe, with no hesitation. “I want you. Please.”

My lips tingle when he kisses me softly, and when he pulls back, my eyes follow his movements as he grabs the lube again and slick himself, stroking his cock before he lines himself up.