Page 58 of The Lockdown Mann

“Fuck,” I groan, pushing my ass up and toward him. There’s never been a time in my life where my hole felt empty, but it does right now. “You’re not a piece of shit, Oak. You love her. You were good to her. You were loyal to her. You tried to make it work.”

His lips press to my nape again, as he starts working his mouth down my spine.

Oakley is about halfway down when he uses his tongue on me, tracing each bump and valley of my spine, making my skin tingle with anticipation.

He’s not going to… Is he…?

He stops just above my ass, leaning back and pulling my ass cheeks apart. “I can’t believe I’m seeing you like this.”

“Never thought you’d see my hole?” I tease. “No others will compare. Every fucking time you have someone else, you’ll wish they were me.”

“Yeah?” he asks, before circling my rim with his finger. Pleasure shocks my system, nearly making me jolt off the bed. “What about my dick? No one will be able to dick you down like me, Des. Fuck, I can’t wait to make you feel good.” He touches me again. “Christ, that was hot. I could see you tighten.”

“Use your fingers on me. Open me up,” I instruct him, before I feel the press of his lips against my right cheek.

“Is it okay if I taste you? Is that something you do?” Oakley asks while rubbing circles on my ring.

“You wanna do that? You wanna eat my ass the first time you’re with a guy? Let me have your tongue.”

Oakley doesn’t second-guess himself, doesn’t go slow. Just like he said earlier, he knows what he wants, and right now, that’s my ass.

He dives in, face pressed between my cheeks, taking small swipes at my rim. They’re tentative at first, him clearly testing the waters, trying to figure out what he’s doing and if he likes it, but just seconds later, I feel the change in him—feel the way he lets loose, how his movements quicken, his fingers digging deeper into my ass as he tries to push his tongue inside of me.

I’m a writhing fucking mess beneath him, rutting against the mattress, the friction a welcomed addition to the pleasure Oak is giving me from behind.

“Fuck, you taste good,” he says, scraping his teeth along my crease. “Do you like it? Does it feel good?” There’s a confidence to his voice, one that’s teasing and sexy right now, but I hear the real question in there too—the one from a man who has never done this before, and he wants to be good.

“So damn good. Give me more. Eat my ass. Show me how much you want me.”

He buries his face between my cheeks again, licking and probing at my hole. He gives my ass a smack, and I curse, push back against him, show him how hot I am for him and how much he makes me want more.

“Push your finger in me. I’m dying for it.” I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone to fuck me so much in my life. Leave it to Oakley to do this to me, to get me feeling some kinda way like no one else can. “Suck it first. Get it nice and wet.”

“I know,” he says. “You should see the porn I’ve been watching.”

I laugh, but it turns into a pleasured moan when he pushes inside of me. Oakley works his finger in, pulls it almost all the way out, and then pushes forward again.

“Jesus, Des. You’re so fucking tight. How am I gonna get my dick in there? You’re going to squeeze the life out of me.”

I chuckle, but then his finger brushes over my prostate, and I thrust into the bed. “You’ll love it. Now fucking rub that spot in me again and get two fingers up there.”

Oakley reaches for the lube, pumping some onto his fingers, then presses what I assume are two fingers into me. The stretch is sharper, my body adjusting to being open like this again. He works them in and out, then presses in again, moving them around until he hits that spot in me again. “Right there?” he asks.

“Yes. Fuck yes.”

“Roll over.”

I don’t have it in me to argue. I turn onto my back, and then Oakley is fingering me again, two fingers on one hand buried in my ass while he uses the other hand to stroke me.

“I want in you so bad, Des. Wanna see what you look like stretched around my dick. Want to feel you from the inside. Want to feel your body around me when you come.”

“Me too,” I moan, thrusting into his fist while he jerks me off and twists his fingers inside, spreading and stretching me, brushing his fingers over my prostate.

“You gonna make me feel good, Oak? Gonna show me what you can do with that dick of yours? You said you thought about me, but I thought about you too—about you fucking me, about fucking you. About making you come over and over again.” I thought about it probably more than he thought about me—probably for longer, too. “Try three now. I’m almost ready for you.”

“Jesus. I can’t fucking wait.” It’s slightly uncomfortable as he works a third finger into me, the feeling of being stretched coming back to me as though it hasn’t been years since I did this.

He keeps thrusting inside, twisting and stroking until my cock is leaking all over my stomach and I swear I’m seeing double.