“I’m okay. Slow?”

He nods his head, looking down between us, his forehead resting against mine. He slides inside but only a little, stretching the tight ring of muscle. My body is tense and keeping him out. His lips find mine again as he coaxes me to relax.

If there’s one thing Kingston Wells is good at, it’s helping people feel at ease. And soon, I’m relaxing into our kiss, my body slowly opening up for him as he works his way inside. The care he takes with my body is also very Kingston. Most people think he just bursts through everything in life with loud chaos, but that’s not true. He likes to have fun, but when he really cares about someone or something, he’s careful.

He shows finesse, just like out on the football field. Just like with me and with Lucy. The truly important things to him, he shows all the care in the world.

When he bottoms out, he stills, his mouth ravaging mine while he waits for me to adjust. “God, you feel so good, Camden.”

“You feel fucking huge,” I say, which makes him laugh, making his cock flex inside me. Pulling a moan from him and a whimper from me while I try like hell to adjust. “Okay.” I kiss him softly. “Move. Just slow.”

“I’m going to make this good for you, Camden.” He presses a kiss to my lips before pushing up on both arms. “Fuck,” he rasps. “Well, at least for a whole minute.” That makes me laugh, my ass squeezing him, and he groans again. “No. You definitely can’t do that. Holy fuck, you’re so tight.”

I start to move with him, my hands grabbing his sculpted ass cheeks and holding on as he thrusts slowly inside me. It’s a lot. I feel stretched and full, and a little sore, but when he grazes my prostate at just the perfect angle, I’m panting and begging for release. My fingers dig into his ass.

“Please touch yourself, Cam. Please come.” He sounds desperate, and I love watching him fall apart like this. I never thought I’d ever get this part of him, but he gave it to me so freely, so effortlessly.

My throat clogs with so many emotions as I try to push them away and just feel. My hands glide over every solid muscle in his back. I move my hands to his shoulders as he leans down to kiss me, still nearly frantic as he begs me to come.

I don’t want it to end.