Chapter 18 #2
“I’m not most.” Carson held my gaze, steady and sure. “Want me to top?”
“Maybe.” All the air left my lungs on a loud whoosh.
I’d had no clue how much I wanted that until he offered.
I didn’t hate topping by any means. It could be fun and pleasurable, and taking care of my partner’s needs was a huge turn-on.
However, other’s assumptions could be limiting because I also enjoyed bottoming, but that rarely seemed to be what my partners wanted.
“Part of you likes.” Carson stroked a blunt fingertip down the length of my cock, moving it gently from side to side like a clock hand.
“Oh yeah. I’d like you topping a lot,” I admitted, dropping the condoms and lube next to him on the bed. “I have condoms and lube. However, since we’re both negative and not sleeping around, I’m happy to skip the condom if you want.”
Carson’s eyes flared hot and liquid, like molten amber. “I want.”
“Me too.” I had some experience bottoming, but never bareback. This being a first for both of us made electric flames lick at the base of my spine. I pulled him close for another kiss.
I’d intended something fast as a prelude to prep, but Carson rolled me to my back, settling on top of me as if kissing were the whole show. One kiss turned to ten, each deeper and more intense than the last, until we were grinding together.
“Now,” I panted, not wanting to come before getting Carson inside me.
“Yeah.” Carson was also breathing hard as he grabbed the lube. I widened my legs so he could move between them. He sat back on his heels, gazing down at me with an unexpected fondness. “This position?”
“Yeah. I like being able to see you.” If Carson was taking requests, I might as well ask for everything I wanted.
“Figured.” Carson gave a knowing smile.
“Prep is good.” I continued being direct about what I liked. Carson didn’t seem like the type to simply go for it with no warm-up, but I also wasn’t sure what his first-timer expectations might be either.
“Uh-huh.” Carson slicked his fingers before lightly teasing my rim. I relaxed into the touch, readying for penetration, but rather than pushing in, he shifted so he could swallow most of my cock while continuing to trace gentle circles.
“Fuck.” My moan seemed to come up from the floorboards. Carson had an absolutely killer lung capacity, which he used to hold my cock deep in his mouth as he slowly pushed two fingers in.
“This is hot.” He released my cock from his mouth so he could watch his fingers fucking me open. His curious awe made my cock that much harder. Being able to share this with him was a hell of a rush.
“Glad you like.” I had to breathe between each word as Carson found my prostate. He might be new to this, but he quickly figured out how to work the spot, pressing in on each thrust of his fingers. Need welled up in me, making my voice that much more ragged. “Anytime now. Ready.”
“I’m not.” Carson continued right on playing, watching his fingers intently. He shifted so he could take my cock back in his mouth, and the combo was very nearly too much for me.
“Now, Carson. Please.”
Carson finally relented, releasing my cock with a wet sound that made me shudder. He withdrew his fingers and lubed his cock before wiping them on the washcloth. He moved back into position, lining up his cock with near comical concentration.
“Slow is good,” I coached as Carson pressed forward. He barely moved with microscopic progress. I groaned. “Not that slow.”
“Picky.” He stuck his tongue out.
“Eager.” I offered a strained chuckle. I hooked one of my legs around his ass, allowing him deeper penetration. He continued to move like a tank trying to conserve gas, so I used my foot to spur him on. “Move.”
“Oh fuck.” Carson’s eyes widened as he bottomed out in me, cock perfectly aligned with my prostate. His wonder was almost as arousing as the pressure on that spot. He gave a few thrusts, gradually picking up speed. “This is good.”
“Yeah, it is.” I reached for my cock. Hands-free wasn’t a thing for me, but the combo of stroking myself while he continued more of that devastatingly accurate rhythm quickly had me back to panting. “Damn. You feel amazing.”
“You can come this way?” Carson gazed down at my fist, heat making his eyes dark like pools of chocolate, no trace of hazel.
“Uh-huh.” I bucked up to meet him before pulling my legs up and back more, trying to maximize the leverage he had while kneeling. “Harder.”
“Not gonna last.” Carson bit his lip, white teeth digging into pink flesh.
I hissed, liking him like this, barely restrained, fighting against the inevitable. I clenched my ass simply to watch his reaction. His head fell back on a moan.
“Go,” I urged. I wanted to see him come undone and desperately wanted to feel him lose control. Behind all that want was a deeper yearning, something I wasn’t ready to name, and a possessiveness, pride in being his first and being able to so effectively shatter all his usual reserve.
“Fuck. Okay.” He gave in, muscles flexing as he thrust harder and faster until he lost his rhythm, all frantic energy that pulled me closer and closer to the edge myself. Shuddering, he made a series of low grunts and groans as he came.
Fuck indeed. I could feel him come, feel the warmth of him inside my ass, the way the slipperiness increased, and the way his cock pulsed right where I needed it the most. I jacked my cock faster, clenching my ass to feel more of his come, the sheer sexiness of having part of him in me enough to get me there too.
“Stay.” Not wanting him to pull out yet, I used my foot to keep him trapped in me.
Another hard stroke, and I was coming as he continued shaking.
I came all over my fist and belly on a broken shout, each harsh shudder making my ass clench, his cock and come intensifying the orgasm until I was spent.
Done for. Roasted. No hope of moving ever again. I grinned dozily up at him, stupid levels of happy, unable to summon words.
“Almost a tie,” Carson mused, far more coherent than I was.
“Almost.” I released my foot so he could pull out. He was rather gentle for a newbie and made use of the washcloth before collapsing next to me.
“Always next time.” He winked at me like that next time was a given, like there might be a stretch of time where we did this again and again, repeats becoming routine. God, I wanted that.
“Yep.” I yawned, fighting a losing battle to stay awake. I needed to wake up enough to drive Carson back to the ranch, but he also yawned, snuggling into my chest hair like it was his new favorite blanket.
Fuck it. We could nap. An hour max. I’d have to return him eventually, but I would let myself enjoy him dozing on me first.