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The laugh he let out was equal parts humor and disbelief. “What makes you think I’m exclusively a bottom?”
“Oh… I just thought… I mean… I… um… fuck…” I stammered. This was embarrassing.
“I’m versatile, baby. While I like bottoming more, I top too. It depends on my mood.”
Here it was. My opportunity to get what I wanted. “What mood are you in now?”
He turned to me, tilting his head. “In the mood to top if that’s what you want.”
“It is,” I said quickly. “I want to know what it’s like. And you’ve already given me your body, letting me feel what it’s like to be inside you. I want you to feel me too.”
He eyed me with a heated expression but said, “As sexy and fucking amazing as that sounds, I didn’t give you my body in hopes you would do it in return. What’s between us isn’t tit for tat, Lucas.”
“I know. But I want it. With you.”
He looked me up and down. I was nervous as shit, but my body also heated from the inside out, thinking about him moving inside me, essentially losing my virginity to him.
“When?” he asked.
“Now,” I answered readily.
He barked a laugh. “Well, aren’t we eager? You don’t want more time to think about it?”
“I’ve been thinking about it for days. I don’t need to think anymore.” I had been using my fingers in the shower, stretching myself, prepping for when I finally got the courage to ask for this. It felt good, more than good. But I wanted him, not my fingers. He nodded his assent.
“Okay. Let’s go.”
I stood up and offered him my hand. My dick was tented in my shorts, thinking about him fucking me. He looked at it and licked his lips.
“Stay here.” He got up and jogged into the house, and I sat back down and waited for him to return. A few minutes later, he was back with our blanket under his arm and the bottle of lube. “I like how radiant you look in the sunlight. I want to see what your face looks like when you come while the sun is illuminating your skin.”
I wanted that too. So much. I wanted to feel what an orgasm felt like with him inside me.
“Lie down,” he said after spreading the blanket out on the deck. It wasn’t the most comfortable surface, but it was perfect because he was here. My Tris.
I took off my shorts and laid on the blanket, naked and glad the trees hid us and our nearest neighbor was half a mile away. He got naked as well and stroked his dick while he looked at me. “Bring your knees up, feet flat on the deck.” I did as he told me. I would have felt exposed if he wasn’t looking at me the way he was. With lust, with greed, with passion. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he told me breathlessly. I don’t think I would have blushed if another man called me beautiful, but Tristan made me believe it.
He got down on the blanket with me, leaning between my legs. When his lips were a millimeter from mine, he whispered, “I’ll go slow. I’ll take it as slow as you want. If I hurt you, stop me. Okay?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I was on fire. Knowing he was going to fuck me and make me feel as good as I made him feel was distracting. I would tell him if he hurt me, but he wouldn’t. I knew he wouldn’t.
He melded his lips to mine, kissing me slow and deep, pushing his tongue into my mouth. The lazy strokes turned my body into mush, making me pliable to his ministrations. He kissed down to my neck, flicking his tongue over the sensitive spot between my neck and collarbone. I hissed, put my hands on his back, and thrust my hips up to rub my dick against his. He faltered a bit when our dicks slid against each other but got back on track. I kept thrusting, getting off on the friction I was creating between us. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around both of our cocks. Tristan tried to draw back, but that only caused a tugging sensation from the grip I had on us. “Fuck,” he moaned into my neck. He thrust into my hand a few times, enjoying feeling both of us together, then he grabbed my hand, willing me to stop. “You gotta cut that shit out, or I’m gonna come before I can get in you.” Yeah, I definitely stopped.
He reached behind himself, grabbed the lube, and spread a generous amount on his fingers, then looked me in the eye and said, “If anything gets uncomfortable, stop me. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I answered him back. I knew it wouldn’t be. I was ready.
Tristan bent down and took my cock into his mouth. He tongued around the head, licking in my slit before moving his mouth down to the base. While he had me in his mouth, he made several swipes over me with his tongue, causing me to grunt and flex my hips. He gagged but didn’t move to take me from his mouth. When I felt his finger stroke over my hole, I tensed.
“Relax,” he told me after he popped my dick out of his mouth.
I closed my eyes, and after I relaxed my muscles, he took me back into his mouth, bobbing up and down, relaxing me further. I was thinking too much. I was anticipating pain when nothing happened. If I calmed myself, I would feel the pleasure that was happening, not the pain that might not come.
My dick still between his lips, he moved one finger over my hole and gingerly added that finger. It stung and burned, but no more than when I did it to myself, and my fingers were thicker than his. He pushed in and out of me, letting me get used to the intrusion. It was different, having a finger up my ass that wasn’t my own. But I wanted more. Ineededmore.
“Please,” I begged. He didn’t respond with words. It would have been difficult around a mouth full of my cock. He added a second finger, drawing a deep groan from my chest. He’d found it. Already. He’d found it and was rubbing my prostate. The feeling was incredible with my dick in his mouth and his fingers in my ass. My body shuddered at the thought and feeling. I was giving myself to him, heart and body, and I didn’t regret anything. Sorry, not sorry.
“More. Please more.”
