Me: You been working on your list?
My Cowboy: yeah, I think it’s done for now, we gonna share?
Me: I’d like to, and I thought maybe we could try something we haven’t yet?
My Cowboy: such as?
My cheeks heat, but I manage to type out:Penetration? If that’s something you want
My Cowboy: yes
I chuckle, a wide grin on my face at how quickly that answer came:Okay, good, me, too. I’ll see you when you get home. Meet at your place? I’ll have dinner ready.
My Cowboy: sounds good
I take some time to look up the different terms Tommy gave me, and my cock is hard just reading about them. Rimming sounds hot, but I wonder if Bentley will go for it. I’d love tasting that sweet ass if he’d let me. God, I can picture it now and it’s making me salivate. Docking also sounds amazing. When I find out what snowballing is, though, I know that’s not going to work. Bentley seems toenjoy blowing me quite a bit, but he does not want to swallow either of our spunk, and that’s fine with me because it means I get more of it. Frotting is the last one I look up and realize we’ve already been doing it, I just didn’t know there was a name for it.
I take some time to look over my list of things to maybe try with him and make sure I’m not forgetting anything. I add rimming and docking to the list. I’m so damn hard just thinking about doing these things with Bentley that I find myself sliding my pants and underwear down and gripping my shaft. Marble looks at me from her perch on the windowsill.Meow.
I start to stroke myself but pause. “Don’t look.” Marble has seen me jerk off more times than I can count, but she hops down, stretches, and then moves to her cat tower while I grip my dick, moaning and picturing Bentley’s incredible body, remembering the way it feels when his naked skin is against mine. I’m coming with a shout moments later and then snapping a picture of my cum soaked hand and dick and sending it to my boyfriend.
Me: I couldn’t wait. Got so hard just thinking about you, baby.There’s no reply right away, but my phone buzzes an hour later. His text has me grinning like an idiot.
My Cowboy: Damn, darling. Love that cock. Can’t wait to get home to my man
Several hours later Bentley is underneath me, our dinner abandoned on the stove. Fuck, I knew I missed him, knew I wanted him with every fiber of my being, but when he came home and I felt his arms around me, his lips against my neck and his beard brushing against my naked skin, his ocean and rain scent washing over me and making my cock jerk, it was all I could do to get us to the bedroom before I started climbing him like a tree. Don’t get me wrong, I’mone hundred percent on board with kitchen sex, too, but not for our first time.
I’m so damn hard right now as I grip his hair and kiss him, straddling his lap, our cocks lined up and brushing against each other as I move, desperate and needy, his naked skin setting my body on fire and making me moan with each glorious brush of our hard cocks. His precum mixing with mine is making us glide so perfectly together, the wetness just adding to the incredible sensation. God, I love how fucking wet he gets.
“Fuck, I want you,” he breathes between kisses.
I break away reluctantly, knowing that soon we’ll be joined even more than we are now, and my body trembles at the thought, and the desire raging inside me.
“Now?” I say, and he nods. I move off of him for the brief second it takes me to grab the lube and condom from the bedside table. “You wanna stretch me, or should I do it?”
He blinks. “What?”
I blink back. “Stretching. We have to stretch before we can do anal.”
He flushes. “Yeah, I know, darling, but the bottom is the one who needs to be stretched and that’s me.”
I blink again. “That’s me, baby. I’m bottoming.”
“No, I’m bottoming.”
I narrow my eyes. “Why do you get to bottom?”
“Because I want to. Why do you?”
“I want to.”
“I’ve been pretending with dildos for months, and I want the real thing.”
“Me, too.”
He huffs, and it’s kinda adorable, but I’m not telling him that, or letting those pouty lips and those big blue eyes get to me. So what if he’s sexy as sin, I am standing my ground on this. I want that cock buried in my ass, goddamn it.
“Okay, there’s only one way to settle this,” I say. “The Winchester way.”
