Second Hand: A Tucker Springs Novel 2

“Somebody like me wants to fuck you, and he also wants to hang out with you. Like we’ve already been doing, but without excuses, just admitting that we want to because we like it. Think you can handle that?”
My hands had found their way to his shoulders, and I dug my fingernails into his skin as I thrust up against him “Yes. Oh God, El. Please—please, fuck me.”
He laughed. “Since you ask so nicely . . .”
We rubbed together like that a few minutes, kissing harder and harder until we were both panting and on the edge of coming, at which point he turned me over and answered my unasked question about what he’d meant by rimming me. It turned out that meant kneeling behind me, spreading my cheeks open, and alternately licking my hole and fucking it with his tongue. Before we were done, I’d ripped the sheets from his bed down to the mattress pad, wadding them into my fists and coating them in sweat. He kept me from coming, squeezing my balls just enough to keep the edge away, and when I was nothing but jelly-bodied from head to toe, he flipped me over, reached for something at his bedside, and covered my mouth with another kiss.
I hadn’t put anything inside me, ever, so his slicked-up finger came as quite a shock—so much so that I broke the kiss. Our gazes met and held as his single finger pushed carefully but insistently inside me.
His voice was thick and rough as he asked, “Want me to stop?”
Yes. No. I shut my eyes and gripped his shoulders. “Oh God.” His finger stilled, and I chased after it wantonly. “Please,” I whispered.
His mouth found mine again, briefly this time before exploring my chin and neck, distracting me as he continued to push in and out of me. I clutched at him, gasping and babbling, especially when I felt an additional stretch and knew he’d added another finger.
I felt his fingers turning inside me, a sensation so strange and erotic at the same time that I could only lie there absorbing, at best pushing back against his thrusts at times to try to take him deeper. Sometimes he would brush against something deep inside me, sending light waves of pleasure so hard through my system it made my jaw ache. Prostate, I thought absently, then gave over to gasping and moaning, his name, God’s, whoever would listen. The oddness of being penetrated evaporated, and I knew only pleasure, yearning for more.
When we were both hard and desperate, he pulled away and headed for the bathroom. This confused me until I saw him emerge with a small foil packet in his hand, which he held up to his eyes, squinting at it as he flipped it over a few times. Eventually he stopped, shoulders sagging in relief, and came back to me. At my quizzical look, he pursed his lips, looking embarrassed.
“Checking the expiration date,” he confessed.
Why that made me smile, I don’t know. “Are we good?”
“Very,” he replied as he sheathed himself in latex.
Though I’d thought I was accustomed to having something in my ass by now, when I felt his cockhead at my entrance I still paused, holding my breath. El caught my gaze, and I blushed. “Sorry. I feel like a virgin.”
El smiled his sideways smile. “Touched for the very first time,” he sang, then pushed, ever so slightly, inside.
I shut my eyes on a soft gasp, lifting my hips to encourage him deeper. Inch by careful inch he claimed me, until I felt his groin against my skin, his cock fully encased inside me.
I was a virgin no more.
He took me carefully at first, moving slowly, letting me get used to him, bending down at times to kiss me, to tease my nipples. Even before I started to tug at him, though, his control began to slip, and in those moments before I gave in to my own desire, I felt him slide into his: for the first time, really, except that moment when he’d confessed that he wanted to date me. I watched El Rozal give up his cynicism and control and even his niceties and simply lose himself in fucking me, no longer giving me pleasure but taking his own.
Somehow that made me feel safe enough to do the same. I stopped thinking about what was happening and what it meant. I took my cock in my hand, and as El let go, I followed.
I’ve had sex with a man. With El. I smiled to myself as post-sex lethargy seized me.
I couldn’t wait to do it again.

    El lay awake in the dark, on his side on top of the covers, as he watched Paul sleep.
They hadn’t done everything on El’s sexual list, but they’d made some serious headway. He’d get