Page 66 of Grumpy Bear

Thank God Luke didn’t break the momentum with some negotiation about position. I was versatile enough, especially with someone I wanted as much as him. When I was younger, a lot of my experiences bottoming had been under some unwritten rule about age. Older men or more physically powerful guys often assumed the top role. It had always turned me on when those conventions were flipped. Some of the butchest men I’d ever been with were power bottoms. And when I was a twink—if I ever could have been called that—I used to get off on being the smaller, younger man fucking some big burly daddy.

But I’d never been on this end of that dynamic. Mostly because I didn’t get fucked unless I felt really comfortable, and I never felt all that comfortable in a hookup scenario. If it was a trick, I topped.

Wayne always wanted me to top him. I was fine with that because I performed that role for him out of a sense of duty. The affection I felt for him was real. It really was, but I never craved him topping me. I never craved feeling him inside me.

Luke, however… Luke.

I needed him inside me. I didn’t have to ask. We met each other in a place of equal need.

He waggled his eyebrows at me, and with a smirk, stretched to the drawer in my bedside table.

I groaned, teasing. “Oh, goodie. Another delightful condom moment.”

He pursed his lips. “Hush. It’s not going to affect the sensation for you that much.”

I shrugged, giving him a little pout. “Bare will be better.”

Will be.

His eyes locked on mine, searching my suddenly panicked expression.

Fuck yeah, I’d said it. Will be. As in one day, someday, in the future. I was already thinking about being with him again and again, about belonging to him in such a way there would be nothing between us. The thought of being with him at a level that would allow us to fuck raw with only our spit and precum and need… The idea of long-term commitment lit up something inside me. Monogamy was something I’d only ever really thought about in the abstract, a fantasy. It had never presented itself in real life with an actual person.

But here it was. A man I wanted like that.

I pushed the thought away. I’d known this guy for two days. What the fuck was I even thinking? That way lies danger. Here, there be dragons. Some uncharted path to disappointment. I was way too jaded for insta-love camp romance bullshit.

Wasn’t I?

Luke allowed the moment to pass without comment, busying himself quickly with the condom, and then his thumb was pressing into me again, cool and slick with lube.

He was killing me. “Goddammit,” I growled. “Fuck all this teasing. If you’re going to do it, stick it in already.”

He slowly shook his head in mock reprimand. “I should have known you’d be a bossy bottom.”

“Do I need to beg?”

“Feel free.” He smirked, notching the head of his dick against my hole and leaving it there, waiting for me to squirm, to wriggle onto him.

Cheeky little bastard.

I grabbed his hips with my heels, ground my teeth, and pulled him into me, raising my head to make eye contact, calling him on his dare. I grinned wickedly as my ass swallowed his cock and he started to moan.

He fell forward, panting. “You feel so good. It feels so good to be inside you.” He sounded shocked, blown away by the discovery of such a simple fact.

When he started to move, his strokes were slow and long, and I was pulled over the edge of the waterfall. I went limp on my back, clasping my knees and pulling them to my chest, letting him have me. Because if this was what he intended, he’d get no more lip from me.

“Coleman.” He hissed my name, unselfconsciously, like he was dying for me to know something there were no words for.

“Yeah,” I cooed. “Fuck me, Cowboy.” It was intended to be cheesy, though I admit it probably wasn’t the time to be making jokes, but I couldn’t help making it worse now that I’d gone there. “Ride me.”

He stopped rutting into me as he shook with silent laughter. I too started giggling uncontrollably, and the contractions in my body squeezed his dick, quickly reigniting his thrusts with renewed purpose.

There were filthy squelching noises as I relaxed and opened again for him. His balls were slapping my ass with a steady, shuddering rhythm, the ends of his hair tickling my chest as he ducked his head to watch himself disappearing into me.

Sweat dripped off his face and he swiped at the hair plastered across his cheeks and forehead.

Yes. Yes. This.