The burn was intense, immediate. Even with prep, Ben was thick—thicker than his fingers, thicker than most guys I'd been with. My body resisted for a moment before yielding, my rim stretching wide to accommodate him.

"Fuck," I groaned through gritted teeth, my hands fisting in the sheets on either side of Nellie's head. "Fuck, Ben—"

"Breathe," he commanded, the same advice I'd given Nellie earlier. "Take me. You know you can."

He was right. I could. I had before. But it never stopped feeling overwhelming in the best possible way.

Inch by inch, he filled me. I felt every ridge, every vein, the way his cock pulsed with his...