Page 37 of Frog

“Yes, but—”

“Oh,” I said sadly, realizing that he didn’t want to. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pressure you into doing—”

“You’re such an idiot!”

Not the response I had been expecting.

“Weber Yates, turn around.”

I looked over my shoulder at him at the same time he slid two fingers deep inside of me. “Oh God,” I gasped, loving the burn, loving the stretch, the roughness of it, and the look in his eyes when he did it. He wanted me so badly.

“You say things like that and offer me your virgin asshole with nothing between us at the same time you’re making plans to leave me in two weeks. Is there anyone on the planet as stupid as you?”

I was really trying to make sense of what he was saying, and I heard the words, but dear God in heaven, his fingers were… were… his fingers….

“Are you listening to me?”

I pushed back as he turned his hand and curled his middle finger forward and dragged it across my gland. “Oh fuck,” I groaned, and it was guttural and gravelly, and I felt my body erupt in goose bumps as I flushed with a chill.

“I have a test done every six months, so I know there’s nothing wrong with me.”

“I had to have one done four months ago for a dude ranch I was working on, and it all came back negative.”

“Because you’ve always used a condom, as you said.”

“Yes, Cy, I swear,” I moaned because he’d added a third finger to my ass.

“Feel good?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I whispered as he pushed and shoved his fingers into me, stroking deep. I was suddenly having trouble breathing.

There was more lube. I felt the chill of it and the slide, and then he reached under me for my throbbing, leaking cock. His fingers tugging, fondling, twisting, pushing gently at the slit, rubbing the pulsing head, made me buck under him.

“I wish you could see yourself trust me, open for me… Weber… this is so honest, your need right now… you’re breaking my heart.”

“Fuck me,” I begged him. “Please, God, just do it.”

“I’ve never barebacked with anyone,” he told me. “But if you swear that it’s only me, ever, without a condom, I’m going to believe you, because you’re an honorable man.”

Three years between us, three years of trust that had been built on.

“In this respect, I am,” I promised him. “It will only ever be you, I swear.”

“You’re making a vow here, Web,” he said, easing his fingers from my stretched, lube-slicked, fluttering hole.

I needed him. I craved the feeling of fullness, the line between pleasure and pain, the overwhelming desire to be taken and used.

“You don’t know what you’ve done yet,” he assured me, shoving me face down into the comforter, lifting my ass high with his other hand, grabbing my hip, the hold almost painful. “But you will, you so will.”

I fisted my hands in the material as I felt his mouth on the small of my back.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” I trembled under him.

“Only me?” he asked gently.

I nodded.