Page 58 of Lifeline

“I’m an infrequent top at best, why do you think I wanted you on top?”

“Because you’re a lazy ass who didn’t want to do all the work.”

I slapped his stomach, blinking when I felt his ass flex around me. “No! Because this way, you’re guaranteed to get what you need. And well, you know, it’s fun as hell to lie here and watch you do your thing.”

“Do my thing,” he repeated slowly.

“How you move, your body, your face,” I said, running my hand down his chest, stomach, and then wrapping it around his dick, which was still hard as a rock. “Everything.”

“Is that so?” he asked, rolling his hips and sucking in a breath. “Goddamn, it’s been a while.”

“I’m in no rush,” I said, stroking his thigh slowly with my other hand. “Take your time.”

“Oh, I’m not uncomfortable or in pain,” he said with a chuckle, giving his hips another roll. “I just meant it’s been a while since I had someone inside me and it’s…good. I’m glad it’s you.”

“Happy to be of service,” I said in my best customer service voice.

The slap against my chest stung like hell, but I deserved it.

He forgave me though, because he leaned forward to steady himself, and when his hips started moving, they didn’t stop. I couldn’t help but look down and watch as my cock appeared when he pulled up and disappeared out of sight deep into his body when he lowered himself. It was an impressive sight that only emphasized the sensations rolling through me as his body squeezed and worked my dick, making me groan and hold on tight, feeling the slight quiver in his thighs.

Mika remained steady, however, maintaining his rhythm and sliding all of me into him as if he needed every inch of me in his body each time. I watched as his body broke out in a thin layer of sweat as he took his time. Meanwhile, my hands roamed over the parts of his body I could reach, stroking his thighs, running my fingertips over his stomach, gripping his cock and stroking it to watch him stutter when I did so.

It was…everything I’d ever wanted back then, and I couldn’t help but savor every inch of me that slid in and out of him. The way his body gripped me, flexing now and then, threatening to tip me over the edge before it danced out of reach. His fingers dug into my chest as he rode me expertly, and I wondered if he had been bottoming more since we’d broken up or if it was just a translation of motion and skill from topping.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and I could feel the tremor in his legs growing stronger. “So good.”

With a grunt, I made up my mind and pushed up when he lowered himself the next time. He lost balance, and I wrapped an arm around the middle of his back and pulled him close before twisting and lowering him. The height difference made it tricky to kiss him, and I felt myself slide out of him as I tried. I yanked his hips up and smashed my lips against his before shoving my hips forward.

He gasped into my mouth, his fingers tightening on my back as I thrust into him again and again. I broke the kiss to readjust and grab a pillow to shove under his hips. I may be an amateur top, but I knew where a prostate was, and how to make it easier to hit. It was all about the angles, and my shitty high school geometry grade be damned, because when I next thrust down, his back arched slightly as he gave a soft cry.

That was all I needed, and I pressed my hand against his stomach to hold him in place as I took over and thrust into him. His head fell back as he quickly gave up the attempt to reach me with his mouth. I held onto him, rolling my hips and making him cry out again and again. It was my turn to break into a sweat, but even with the exertion, even with the heat growing in the room, I wasn’t going to stop.

His body wrapped around me intensely, and I kept going, pushing my cock into him, speeding up slightly as I chased both our orgasms. His cries became sharp gusts of breath, and I wondered if I might achieve a hands-free orgasm on someone again.

My wish was granted as his hands scrambled against the mattress, gripping hard to the fabric as he shoved himself into my thrusts. His cock jumped, the tip soaking wet as the muscles in his neck stood out. His breath heaved, and his body went taut, tightening around me so much it was hard to move, but I kept going, I kept pushing, shoving him toward the edge.

I watched as he came undone, his dick jumping, spurting all over the place as he gave a low, keening cry that seemed to have endless breath behind it. His body shook as he came, and the last thread inside me snapped. My hips slamming against his ass, I watched as he came even harder. With a cry, I shoved as deep as I could physically reach inside him as I felt the warmth of my cum fill him up from the inside, snapping his eyes open.

Our gazes met as the last of my orgasm faded and his was down to a light dribble that ran down the side of his cock. I gently eased out, unable to resist the urge to bend down and take his half-hard cock in my mouth, making him jerk and grunt in complaint, but I tasted him before releasing him. I moved up to lie beside him with a groan, sliding my fingers along his jawline and pulling his face to me to kiss him.

I savored that kiss just as I had savored everything leading up to that moment. Everything we’d just done had left me with the same contentment I’d woken up with, but there was a sense of satisfaction, of belonging that hadn’t been there before.

“I believe you,” he said softly, pressing his forehead against mine.

“And there’s probably going to be times when you wonder,” I said softly, nuzzling against him, “if maybe, just maybe, this is just a fluke. When you’ll wonder if one day I’m going to go back to my old ways.”

“I don’t want to,” he admitted.

“I know,” I said, because I knew. “But I also know it’s not easy to let go of things when they get deep enough under your skin. Like you said last night, we’re working on things, we’re getting there.”

“Kinda wish we were already there,” he said.

“What?” I scoffed. “I just got you there. I got there too. Which is why your ass is full of my cum, and your stomach is covered in yours.”

He rolled his eyes and grabbed his shirt from the night before and wiped himself off. “Just had to ruin it, didn’t you?”

“We were getting serious again,” I chuckled, climbing over him to lie on his chest and making him swat me. “No, you stop it. I’m comfy.”