I’d been missing out. I’d studied Garrett a lot when he was beneath me, took in the sounds he made, the way his body arched toward me, trembled, and melted when I fingered him, then pressed my cock in deep. But feeling it the other way? The initial burn and stretch, knowing I had another person inside me, and the pleasure jolting down my spine each time he brushed over my prostate…fuck, I didn’t know how to explain it. And he hadn’t even given me what I really wanted yet—his cock.
