Page 132 of First Shift

Mikey was such an eager, enthusiastic partner, that it was sometimes easy to forget that something I considered fairly common might be the height of uncommon for him. Based on his reaction, I added rimming to the list. I would almost feel bad for him for having never experienced it before if I wasn’t about to blow his fucking mind.

“So much. And, strictly speaking, rimming is the most effective way to prepare you,” I explained, my brain automatically shifting into what Mikey called my TED Talk mode. “The perianal area and the anal sphincter have an extremely high density of nerve endings, so direct oral stimulation triggers a parasympathetic nervous system response that increases blood flow and relaxes both the internal and external sphincter muscles. It also drastically reduces resistance and friction, which makes initial penetration significantly less painful and much smoother for a first-time bottom, not to mention it releases endorphins that⁠—”

“Cal,” Mikey cut in, a laugh bubbling out of him.

I snapped my mouth shut. “Sorry. I’m doing it again.”

Mikey’s eyes sparkled with humor and affection. “Don’t be sorry. You know how horny your lectures make me, so I’m gonna need you to slide on down there and put all that science mumbo jumbo to use on my hole right fucking now.”

I couldn’t help the loud, absolutely undignified guffaw that tore out of me. I slapped my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle my laughter. “Right, okay.”

I wriggled down the mattress on my stomach and tapped his shins. “Pull your legs back, and keep hold on the back of your thighs. Oh, and don’t let go.”

Mikey’s biceps flexed as he pulled his legs back and slightly out, opening himself up to give me a clear, unobstructed view of a tight, puckered hole that was completely devoid of the sandy hair that dusted his inner thighs and surrounded his cock.

“Mikey?” I looked up to find he’d lifted his head to see me, his face flushed a deep, dark red.

“Yes?” he squeaked.

“Did you get waxed?”

“Yeah,” he admitted with a groan.

“When?”

“Sunday,” he whispered.

“Mmm-hmm.” I hummed. “Why?”

“I told you—I’ve been thinking about this for days. I know how fastidious you are about … all that, so I wanted it to be … I dunno. Nice, I guess.”

I tapped the pad of my middle finger against his smooth skin. Mikey shuddered, his hips jerking as a string of curses tumbled out of him.

“Well, it’s very nice,” I told him. “Extremely pretty.”

He huffed out a laugh and dropped his head back down onto the pillow. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

With that, I dove in, burying my face in his ass and inhaling his scent before pressing the flat of my tongue directly over his hole.

Mikey let out a sharp gasp, followed by a deep groan.

I lapped at him—first with long, broad strokes, using my tongue to spread my spit across his skin until he was completely wet—then I swirled around the furled edges and down to his perineum, changing up the speed, direction, and pressure, testing out which combination made him moan the loudest.

“Fuck, Cal—fuck,” he whimpered, his hips lifting off the bed as he tried to push himself against my mouth.

I pointed my tongue, moving it in slow circles until he was loose and pliable, and I pressed inside, fucking him with fast, shallow thrusts.

“Holy shit! Fucking Christ.”

I pulled away to suck in some air, then dove back in, pushing my tongue as deep as I could get it. On my next breath, I turned my head and nipped at his left cheek, my teeth sinking into the firm muscle.

Mikey’s whole body jolted, a high keening sound I’d never heard him make before slipping out of him.

Before he could recover, I centered my mouth over his hole and sucked.

“Cal!” His thighs slammed against the sides of my head as he thrashed beneath me.