He blinks again and I hold one hand out, palm up, with the other hand over it in a fist.
“Really?” he says, his lips quirking in a grin that is not at all sexy.
“Absolutely. Let's go, big boy. We’re gonna rock, paper, scissors our way to pound town.”
He laughs now and holds out his hands like mine.
We hit our fists against the palm of our hands three times and then hold them out. I groan when Bentley is scissors and I’m paper.
“Damn it,” I sulk.
He grins.
“Shut up,” I mumble and he laughs again, then grabs my arm and pulls me to him before gripping my face and bringing me down for a toe-curling kiss.
“You can bottom,” he says, and I smile.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. But I get to bottom next time.”
“Deal.”
He chuckles and grabs me in his arms before rolling us so he’s on top of me. Fuck, I love it when he does that. Love being pinned underneath him, his warm weight on top of me, his firm body against mine. He kisses me several more times before he pulls back and grabs a pillow, sliding it under my hips and then grabbing the lube. He stares at me as I spread my legs. “Goddamn, darling,” he rumbles, his voice thick and filled with arousal. “You look mighty fine like that.”
I can’t help my grin because I don’t think his accent has ever been more pronounced than it is now, and I fucking love it. I love that being with me, looking at me, touchingme, does this to him. “Come and get me, cowboy,” I murmur, my hole fluttering in anticipation.
His eyes flare, but before he pops the lid on the lube bottle I stop him. “Wait. What if you use your precum?” He looks at me. “To stretch me,” I say.
His eyes darken. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “I got tested after my last girlfriend, and I’m negative. You?”
“I got tested after Stacy.” He licks his lips and his cheeks flush. “What about condoms?”
A shiver races down my spine at the idea of Bentley being inside me without any barriers. I’ve never done that before, had that kind of intimacy with someone. Never really wanted to, even if it had been an option. “God, I’d love nothing more than to have your bare cock inside me, baby. Your spunk filling me up. But I don’t think I’m ready for that quite yet. I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. You never have to explain yourself to me. I want you to be comfortable, always.”
Fuck, my heart swells with fondness and affection for this incredible man, and my hole flutters as he drops the lube bottle, coating his fingers in his ample precum instead, before leaning over me, pressing kisses to my neck and jaw as his finger circles my pucker and I let out a string of whimpers, gasping when he sucks on the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder while tapping his finger against my hole. “Relax for me, baby,” he says. “Let me in. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
Fuck. I spread my legs wider and whimper even more as his finger slips inside. He continues to make his way down my body, sucking, kissing, nipping, leaving his marks on my skin as he moves inside me, going deeper and then moving out and back in, driving me wild as my nerve endings lightup and my body sings. God, even his finger is so much better than the sex toys I used, and the contrast of his beard brushing against my naked skin as his lips ravish me is sending little bolts of pleasure straight to my balls.
I’ve had Bentley’s marks all over me for days now, and I can’t get enough of them. My neck, torso, belly, thighs, all covered in his love bites. The only place I haven’t had them yet is my ass and I’m determined to fix that soon.
I moan and grip his hair as he reaches my cock and presses kiss after kiss to my shaft, driving me wild and making my cock ache, twitching against his lips as he tortures me in the most delicious way, his finger crooking inside me and making me shout. I don’t have time to recover before he’s taking my cock in his mouth and sucking at the same time that he adds a second finger to my hole and starts scissoring them. My hole is wet and covered in his precum and I fucking love it.
Shit. He’s moaning around my shaft as he moves inside me and I gasp and pant and clutch his shoulders, writhing underneath him.
“Fuck, baby, don’t stop.”
He growls and takes me deeper into his mouth, bobbing up and down on my cock while his fingers stretch me, pegging my sweet spot intermittently. Not enough to get me to come but enough to keep me on the edge, begging and whimpering.
God, I can’t get enough of his fingers inside me and his warm, wet mouth encasing my cock, but I want something else, too. “Kiss me,” I beg. “Fuck, baby, please kiss me.”
He pops off my cock, saliva sliding down his chin, his pupils blown, and my breath catches at how incredible he looks. Then he’s capturing my lips with his again and adding a third finger inside me, nudging my prostate again and again as he readies me for his gorgeous cock.
I’m whimpering and moaning like a fucking whore as he kisses me, and the feel of his hard, wet dick sliding against mine is almost enough to send me over the edge, especially when he deepens the kiss on a growl, sucking on my tongue, his precum coating my cock and making the slide that much more delicious.
