I should have said no. I should have said we needed to talk, that really, it wasn’t just him that deserved to have a conversation about who we were or what we were going todo in the future. What I said instead was a breathless, “Yes. Absolutely.”
“Then let’s get this underwear off and my dick inside you,” he said, as blunt and tactless as I expected, and yet it still made my cock twitch in anticipation.
Trying to undress in a sleeping bag was more awkward than on a bed, but we figured it out, and then underwear was tossed aside and forgotten while our bodies were pressed together again. I was already warm, but the heat coming from his skin as it slid against mine was intoxicating as I kissed him, reaching down to wrap my hand around our cocks so each movement felt like I was jerking us off.
His mouth was on my neck, and I heard a soft snapping sound that I recognized instantly as the bottle of lube, which he had clearly been rummaging around for earlier. I braced in anticipation as I felt cool, slick fingers slide over my bare ass and find what he was looking for before pushing in. We’d both learned that two fingers was not a problem for either of us; it stretched us quicker, but for me it was always just on the edge of uncomfortable while still lighting something inside me.
Speaking of inside, his fingers curled toward my front, and I had to bite down gently on his shoulder to muffle the soft groan that wanted to crawl out of my throat. I could feel his cock twitch against my grip as his fingers rocked in my ass. I murmured softly in his ear as his breathing deepened, telling him I couldn’t wait until it was his cock inside me, that he felt so good even with just his fingers, and how much I needed that.
Despite the shit he gave me aboutmyego, I could feel him growing more excited. Maybe it wasn’t ego on his part; maybe it was just a need to be needed, wanted, or perhaps just to know he was doing things right. Whatever the case, I knew that encouragement and praise were a good way to get him excited, and I had no problem telling him the truth if it helped.
There was…something to that thought which echoed and felt significant. Before my mind could latch onto the thought and make sense of it, however, he added a third finger, and I sucked in a breath, giving up on my dick and wrapping my hand solely around his. He took in a sharp breath as well, especially when I ran my fingertip back and forth on the underside of his cock, helped by his constant leaking.
“Lie flat,” he said, and though it was disappointing to feel his fingers pull free from me, the anticipation of what was to come was more than enough to make up for it.
“Bossy,” I chuckled softly, but did exactly as he asked. Honestly, one thing I loved about our sexual relationship was that despite it being in its infancy, it was still as laid-back and unfettered by expectation as our friendship had become. Neither of us was hung up on who was ‘supposed’ to do what, though he tended to gravitate toward bottoming and enjoyed being bossed around and teased, but he was just as comfortable topping and messing with me. For my part, I wasn’t bothered which roles we ended up playing, so long as it was Reggie, and so long as we were both enjoying ourselves, that was all that mattered.
After a pause where I heard the bottle of lube open and close again, I felt his heat on my thighs and then spread out over my back as he kissed between my shoulder blades. I shivered as I felt his cock slide between my ass, slick and warm before I felt him readjust, then the head was pressing against me. I didn’t know if it was eagerness or impatience, but he thrust forward and I pushed my face into the built-in pillow of the sleeping bag as not just the head of his cock but the first couple of inches pushed into me.
“Sorry,” he murmured, beginning to pull back.
“You’re fine,” I told him, meaning it and reaching back to stop him. “It was just…a lot, but not bad.”
There was no real pain, just the sudden feeling of being a lot fuller than I expected. As much as I loved bottoming for him, I was still out of practice, it being the third time I’d done it with him…and really, the third time I’d done it in years. The few men I’d slept with before him had preferred me to top, so bottoming had never really been in the cards until him.
He leaned forward again, pushing another inch in as his lips pressed against my neck. I groaned softly as he rocked; the sound muffled by the sleeping bag as I lay there, letting and savoring the feeling of him fucking me with steady rocking motions. There was no way for him to reach under me to get my cock, but he took his time, letting out the softest and somehow most erotic grunt I’d ever heard when he bottomed out and pressed his hips firmly against my ass.
My heart was hammering in my chest as he stayed there, running a line of kisses as far down my back as he could reach and then back up to my neck, over my shoulders and back again. The act was as soothing as the feel of his cock inside me was erotic. I knew he was giving himself something to do so he didn’t grow antsy while he waited, and it was also a way to distract me from any potential discomfort.
“Reggie,” I said in a low voice that I prayed didn’t carry, but I needed him to know I was through waiting for him to do something. I was in no need of his patience; what I needed was for him to fuck me, just as I’d promised he could.
Thankfully, that was all I needed to say to get my point across because hefinallystarted moving. There was a moment of uncomfortable emptiness as he pulled back, but then I was full again as he pushed down into me, only to do it again, clearly testing the waters before he shifted position. I could feel his arms on either side of me as he propped himself up and began sawing his hips back and forth.
Our position didn’t allow him a full range of motion, but that was probably a good thing because if he went for it, he would risk making too much noise. That was fine by me; full strokes felt fantastic, but the shallow, deep thrusts meant he was pushing into my body each time in quick succession. The nerves inside me flared to life as he fucked me, picking up a steady rhythm.
His lips never left my body as he kept kissing my shoulders and neck. His fingers had uncurled and were against my sides as if trying to hold on to me while he kept himself upright and fucked me. I wished I could see his face, but the light was too dim. There would inevitably be another time, and for now all I could do was savor the feeling as he began to really grind his cock against my prostate with every thrust.
“Hold on,” he grunted, shoving down and making me almost moan aloud as his cock was embedded in me. It was then that he moved us, and I went with him as he pulled us onto our sides, his cock shifting ever so slightly inside me.
One of his arms wrapped around my chest and came to rest against my throat as he fucked me from behind. A whispering rush of danger and pleasure coursed through me at the same time as his fingers pressed my throat. It wasn’t enough to cut off my breathing or make it harder, but it felt like an ever-present threat, like at any moment he could close his fingers and cut off my breath. I knew he would never hurt me, no matter how badly I might have been mis-stepping, but it went a way toward telling mesomethinghad shifted between us, and I couldn’t decide if it worried me or turned me on.
That was forgotten as he found a new rhythm and then his other arm shoved under me to find the angle to wrap his hand around my cock. I grunted, the sound loud to my ears, but it couldn’t be helped when he was going to jerk me off while fucking into me. His hand and hips found the same rhythm, hisbreath hot against my neck as he whispered ever so softly about how amazing I felt.
His breathing sharpened as I felt my orgasm build to the breaking point. I knew what he was feeling. Physically, he could sense I was getting dangerously close; my body would undeniably tighten around him, as if drawing him in deeper to keep him there. And I knew how amazing that felt, not just because of the physical pleasure, but also the eagerness to have the other person get off with your cock inside them, knowing it was because of you that it was happening.
With only a few functioning brain cells left, I found a piece of clothing and brought it close to me as I felt my orgasm crash down. Without thinking, I shoved my hips back and brought the cloth to my cock. My other hand gripped his arm and brought it up without thinking and shoved it against my mouth to help me muffle the noise I made as I came with a sharp blast. I closed my eyes, groaning again when I realized my orgasm had triggered his and now I was going to be the one walking around tomorrow with a load up my ass. His teeth sank into my shoulder, and I whimpered as I felt him twitch inside me.
Even after we were done, he continued to lie there, his cock softening inside me as he gently, repeatedly kissed the spot he had bitten. I would have a mark there tomorrow, and I would have to wear one of my shirts that had a close collar unless I wanted someone to figure out the mark was a bite. I didn’t care much about that, not when I was still floating through the cozy warmth that sex with Reggie always left me in.
He rustled around behind me as I felt his cock slip out, but I didn’t pay much attention because after he was done fussing, his arm was around my waist again and his face was pressed between my shoulder blades. Once again, I knew this should have waited while I mustered the courage to talk to him, but thethought held less of a punch than it might have fifteen minutes ago.
Because we were together, and sometimes that was so hard to find, even with a partner. It was a rare thing, and I savored it, ignoring the past and future, and instead reveling in the warmth of his chest against my back, and the weight of his arm on my waist. His breathing was evening out; I could hear it deepening as well, and I found my attention locking onto that.
There were still problems, ones I needed to address soon, but for now…they could wait.
REGGIE
God,something had to give, or everything was going to.
