He grins and presses a kiss to my chest. “Clean up, dinner, and then lists, or lists first, then dinner?”
“Dinner first, andSupernatural. I’m starving.”
He kisses my chest again and then slowly pulls out of me. Fuck, after having him inside me and feeling so full it’s hard to let him go, and I know it won’t be long before I’m begging him to fuck me again.
We clean off, dress and head to the kitchen and our abandoned meal.
After eating and watchingSupernaturalwith Marble curled up on Bentley’s lap, we get our phones out and I snuggle up against him on the couch as we share what we want to try in bed. I tell Bentley about my conversation with Tommy and he blushes, burying his face in my hair. God, I love it when he does that.
When I explain what docking and rimming are, he blushes even deeper but nods, biting his lip, when I ask if he wants to try them. I tell him I definitely want him to keep grabbing my throat and marking me and he grins, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
“Anything you wanted to try that I didn’t mention?” I ask, nuzzling his jaw with my nose. God, just a couple of hours after we fucked and I’m already so desperate for him again. I can’t remember ever being so horny for anyone else in my entire life, but this kind, tender, beautiful man just does it for me.
“I uh…” he starts, but then pauses, and I can tell he’s a little tense, a little nervous, maybe?
“What is it?” I ask, looking at him. “No matter what it is, I promise I won’t make fun of you or be grossed out. Iwant to know what you want. You have some kinky shit in mind, hit me with it, baby.”
He chuckles and the tension in his body subsides quite a bit, but his cheeks are still rosy. “Ikindofwanttotrywearingpantiesandhavingyouspankme,” he mumbles incoherently into my hair.
I chuckle and move away a little so he’s forced not to hide against me. “What was that?” I ask.
He sighs, his gaze on his lap, and I grip his hand, giving it a squeeze.
He meets my eyes and swallows. His words are barely a whisper but they’re clear. “I want to try wearing panties and having you spank me. Not necessarily together.”
I can’t help it. My eyes widen. But if he thinks I’m horrified or repulsed he couldn’t be further from the truth. “Really?” I ask, and he nods, biting his lip again.
“I have kind of wanted to try it for a while, but I never had the courage to say anything in any of my previous relationships. I didn’t feel safe enough.”
My chest squeezes. “But you feel safe enough with me?”
He nods.
“That really means a lot to me,” I say, squeezing his hand again. “Thank you for trusting me with that. I would love to see my sexy cowboy in some pretty lace panties. I think they would look sexy as fuck on that tight ass of yours. And I am more than willing to try spanking you. Maybe we can mix it with the rimming.”
He nods and smiles, burying his face in my neck this time and making me chuckle. He starts to kiss and suck on my exposed flesh and I moan, tilting my head back. My dick is already rock hard and leaking precum when he grips it in his hand and squeezes, making me almost shriek as I jolt.
I try to talk through him stroking my dick through mypants as he marks me again and again. “Is…nnnnn….is there anything else… you wanted to try?”
“No,” he rumbles, his previous shyness gone as he nuzzles my jaw and presses kisses there, before sliding his hand down my pants and gripping me through my briefs. “But I would very much like to try that rimming thing you were mentioning.”
“Now?” I ask as I fall onto my back and he hovers over me. Having abandoned my aching cock, he uses his hand to lift my shirt ever so slightly before he kisses and sucks on the bare skin right above the waistband of my sweats.
“Mmmm,” is his reply as he raises the shirt a bit more and continues to suck his marks on my belly and torso, making me gasp and squirm, my dick twitching over and over as he works his way up my body, darting his tongue out to swipe along one hardened nipple before taking it between his teeth and tugging.
“Shit!” I cry out as precum oozes out of my cock and gathers on my underwear, my back arching. Bentley releases my nipple from between his teeth, then licks it, before sucking it into his mouth, and the sight is so fucking erotic that when he moans around my nipple like it’s his fucking air and he can’t get enough, I have to grab my dick and squeeze it to keep from coming. “Fuck, baby, I need to get naked. I need you so bad.”
He hums, pressing a few more kisses to my skin before he sits back and lets me strip. As soon as I’m naked I bring him down for another kiss. He’s fully clothed and his dick is tenting his pants so beautifully.
He grins, then presses more kisses to my heated skin in between words. “You gonna give me your ass, darling? Or do I have to beg for it? You gonna let me taste that pretty pussy? I had my cock inside it earlier. That wasn’t enough for you? You want my tongue inside it, too?”
Oh, fuck. What did he just call my hole? How is my sweet, tender Viking of a man so fucking dirty? Add that to the list because my body lit up at that, and my hole is spasming, making me spread my legs and whine as I grip my dick and stroke it. I can’t get over how he can make me melt with his care and affection one minute and have me ready to come from that filthy mouth the next.
“You liked that, didn’t you, baby?” he purrs, nuzzling my neck with his nose and making me shake as his finger skates down my dick, along my balls, and over my taint, before stopping at my hole. I whimper, then gasp as he taps his finger against my entrance. He looks down at me as he circles my pucker. Another whimper leaves me when he moves his finger and starts to pull his pants and underwear down.
“Wait,” I say. “Use lube this time and leave your pants on. I wanna see how wet you are when we’re done.” He blushes and nods, then scurries to the bedroom for the lube.
“What about your couch?” I say when he returns seconds later, slicking up his fingers, even though I’m already spreading wider for him, desperate for any part of him to touch me, to be inside me, to make me feel good.
