Page 77 of The Lockdown Mann

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Yes.” There’s not a doubt in my mind about the man Desmond is.

“I gotchu, then. You’re gonna love it, baby.”

I turn my head to the side, and Des takes my mouth as his finger pushes inside of me. It’s…different. I’m not sure how I feel about it. I’ve pleasured myself this way, but in this moment, my nerves have kicked up, taking over.

“That’s it, relax for me. Let me in. I’m gonna make you feel so good. I don’t think you know how much I want you, how much I’ve always wanted you. I can’t believe you’re in my bed right now.” Each word is spoken against my lips before his finger slides out, then pushes in again.

It feels better than it did the first time, my body more unwound than it was just seconds ago. “Keep talking to me.”

“You like that? You like it when I tell you how good you feel?” My ass stretches more when he adds a second finger. “Do you like knowing how much I want you? That when I got traded to L.A., all I could think about was you, about being close to you, about wanting someone that’s always out of reach?”

I don’t know what to think about his words. They have to be sex talk, and right now, I don’t have the mental capacity to dissect anything, to focus on anything other than Des making me feel this fucking amazing.

“Don’t know why I’ve never been able to get you outta my head. Even when I thought I found someone else, you were always fucking there.”

He pushes another finger into me. My mouth falls open in pleasure, and Des takes advantage, kissing me. I let him; I crave it, want to devour him, want to be devoured by him. Is what he’s saying real? It can’t be, at least, not in the way my brain is trying to spin it.

He fucks his fingers in and out of me, stretching me, all the nerve endings and pleasure receptors I didn’t know were in my ass firing off and making my mind blank to anything but the pleasure.

“More,” I beg, when he pulls back.

“Anything.” I hate that he pulls away, kneels again, but all he does is grab the dildo off the bed and lube it.

My nerves spike, and I want nothing more than to squash them. I hate feeling them when I’m with Des.

“Wait,” I say. “I want to watch you do it.”

“Okay.” He nods. “We can do that. Roll over.”

I do, staying on the pillow so my ass is raised off the bed. Des pushes it back a little so my butt is hanging off it. “Spread those thick thighs for me, baby.” I mean, how can I not do exactly what he says? He pumps some lube onto my dick and says, “Stroke it for me while I get this delicious hole ready for me.”

I’m still hard as stone as I begin jerking my dick. I look down, see how Des is watching me, the look in his eyes intense, but also like it’s hiding something, like there are things there he doesn’t want me to see. “What’s wrong?”

He smiles. “Nothing. Tell me if I’m going too fast or anything.”

I nod, still jerking my erection and watching while he lowers the dildo. He twists it around my hole before he slowly, so fucking slowly, starts pushing it in. It doesn’t feel like his fingers did; it’s thicker, and the stretching is giving me a sharp bite of pain.

“That’s it. Look at you opening up for me. I can’t wait until it’s my dick inside of you. Jesus, Oak. Do you know how good you look with a dick in your ass? You’re fucking perfect.”

His words basically obliterate the pain, preventing me from focusing on anything other than the pleasure.

“Can you see? Look at how sexy you are.”

I look down, watch him slide the dildo in and out of my ass, the visual adding to the pleasure as well, each stroke making me fly higher.

“Does it feel good?” Des asks.

“Yes, so fucking good.”

“Do you see how hot you are, taking the toy for me? Letting it fill you up because you’ll do anything for my dick?”

“I want you so bad,” I admit. “I’ve thought about you too. I hate myself for it, but I have.”

“Fuck, baby.” He kisses me again, takes over stroking me while he uses the dildo on me. It’s one of the most intense moments of my life, and it’s not even Des inside of me yet. I can’t imagine what it’s going to feel like when it’s him—when my body feels the warmth of his, the way his dick will pulse inside of me, each and every sensation of having someone real inside of me, the throb of blood rushing through my body. It’s all I can think about as I lie here, trembling with pleasure.

“Fuck me. I can’t wait anymore. I need you to fuck me.” My whole body is sensitive, like my nerves are on fire, but the burn is the best thing I’ve ever felt. I crave more of it.