Page 59 of The Lockdown Mann

“That’s it. Fuck me. I’m ready for you. I’m going to blow your fucking mind.”

“You’re so goddamned cocky,” he says.

“And you fucking love it.”

He freezes for a moment, but then seems to recover quickly before playfully tossing out, “You wish.”

It hits a nerve he doesn’t know I have, one that’s raw and throbbing, but just like always, I pride myself on not showing it, pushing those feelings aside.

“Condoms are with the lube,” I tell him.

My ass feels empty again when he pulls his fingers out. He reaches over, plucking a condom from the nightstand, then sits back on his heels while he rips open the package. His hands are trembling, the condom shaking in his hold too.

Oakley gets it open, then fumbles it, dropping it to the bed before picking it up again. He moves to roll it down his shaft, but I reach out, placing a hand on his wrist. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. It’s okay if you changed your mind.”

He shakes his head, a look of determination creasing his brow and setting his jaw. “I want to,” Oak says. “I swear, I fucking want to. I’ve just never done this with anyone except Ree. I don’t know why that’s hitting me right now. I’m about to fuck someone else, and I feel like a goddamned virgin because I’ve only been with her and never even touched a man other than you.”

My heart gives an unexpected stutter—one where I can’t really describe what it even means. I just know that everything with Oakley gets to me more, that I want to make this easier for him, want to make this good for him, want it to be worth it.

“Here, let me do it.” I take the condom from his hand, place it at the head of his cock, and begin sliding it down his shaft. I grab the lube next, pumping some into my hand and then stroking his rubber-covered erection. “You deserve to have this, Oak. It’s okay to do it, and it’ll be good. I promise.”

He nods, and I roll slightly to my side, top leg bent, while the other is straight, trying to open myself up for him. He kneels, maneuvering himself into position, hand on my hip, the other at the base of his dick.

“Finally get to have that dick. First one I’ve ever wanted,” I admit, making it sound like sex talk even though everything I’m saying is true.

“I’m glad my first is you, Des. I wouldn’t have the guts to do it with anyone else.”

That admission sends me soaring, making my pleasure climb higher, even though he’s not even inside me yet.

Oakley pushes forward, cockhead at my rim before thrusting inside. His dick is a whole lot bigger than his fingers, stretching me out as he pushes into me. “Fuck…”

“Too much?” he asks, slowing down.

“No. Not enough. I missed this. Feels so fucking good, Oak. Give me that dick.”

He curses, then presses forward more, sinking deeper and deeper into my ass. I can’t pretend there’s no discomfort, that the stretch doesn’t come with just a little bit of pain, but as he gives small thrusts, working his way in even more, it gives in to the pleasure until it’s all that’s left.

“Jesus. You’re so fucking tight,” he says, finger brushing along my hip bone. “You make me want to bust my nut right now.”

I chuckle. “Don’t do that.”

“Holy shit. Don’t do that.”

“Laugh?” I ask.

“Yeah. Fuck, that’s good. I need to move. Can I move now, Des?”

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t,” I admit.

He looks down at me and smiles, the kind of smile he used to give me on the beach when we were kids—unrestrained and bright, like there is a world of possibility in his smile—and it makes my pulse race and my body feel jittery.

His hold on my hip tightens as Oakley fucks into me harder and faster.

“Yeah, that’s it. Work that dick. Fuck, I knew you’d be good at this. Give it to me harder.”

He gives a deep growl in response, nails biting into my skin, dick hammering my hole like he’s got something to prove.

“Gonna make it good for you. Gonna show you what you’ve been missing all these years,” he says, and damned if that doesn’t make my dick twitch. Oakley pulls out, pushes me onto my stomach, and then pulls me up so I’m on my knees. He slides back into me, picking up where he left off, pumping his hips, groin slamming into my ass with the sexiest slapping sound as my bed bangs against the wall. “Needed this,” he says breathlessly. “I knew you’d have a good hole. Don’t know why I can’t stop wanting you. How we could pick up so easily where we left off.”