"I'll be okay," I say as my body adjusts to the sensation, and I can sense I'm turning a corner from borderline too much to nothing ever being enough. Once I get into full-on bottom mode, I can turn into a beast.
I flatten my palms against Court's smooth chest and drop my gaze to his eyes. "Fuck me," I command.
He grins lopsidedly and thrusts his hips up. "Like this?"
"That's…okay."'
He places both hands on my waist and this time when he thrusts up, he simultaneously pulls me down. "Better?"
I feel his cock in my stomach. "A bit."
He smacks his lips. "Had no idea you were a powerbottom, Buzz."
"There are lots of things you don't know about me," I say, even though I think we both know that's a lie. Especially now he knows I love deepthroating and love getting powerfucked. Those were literally the only two things I'd never told him.
"Well, hang on, Buzz. Because you're in for the ride of your life."
45
Courtland
I could tell Buzz was unsure about my sex talk game. It's like he wanted to believe it, but since this is all so new to us, he wasn't quite sure if I was all talk and no action.
I'm usually so reserved. A little standoffish. Not the first guy who pops into your head when you think of getting the dicking down of a lifetime.
I get that.
I don't give off those vibes because I don't want or need everyone to know that side of me.
I just want and need Buzz to know that side of me.
And he does.
I've been jackhammering his hole for the past ten minutes, and his face is still making new expressions, like he can't quite believe what I'm doing to him.
If he thought I wanted him on top because I wanted to starfish it and make him do all the work, I think I've well and truly fucked those incorrect thoughts out of his head by now.
I wanted to be in this position so I could see his face, see his arms, and reach out and touch his dick as I fucked him. I don't want to miss a second of this, and this is one of the best positions to ensure I don't.
"I want you to come first," I say, and wordlessly, immediately, his hand drifts down his torso until he finds his dick and starts stroking. "That's it," I encourage. "Just like that. Good boy."
As he strokes, his channel constricts around my dick, and it takes my pleasure to a whole new level. I keep both hands securely around his hips so only I have to move. He just has to stay there and be a receptacle for me to fuck into.
He's jerking off fast now, which is a good thing because I'm getting close, too, my balls tingling and tight with that familiar feeling of imminent release.
"Oh, shit." He throws his head back, his hand a blur over his dick. "Oh, shit!" he cries as he aims his cock to the side, away from my face, his release spurting out onto the mattress.
I can feel every quiver and spasm from the inside, and I hold back until he's fully done coming before I let myself join him, falling over into the abyss.
Panting, sweating, and thoroughly blissed-out, I hold him in place and slowly withdraw my cock from his body before folding him into my arms.
"Whoa," he breaths over my chest, lying down on his side and facing me.
I stroke his damp hair. "You okay, Buzz?"
"Yeah," he grunts. "Just never been fucked like that before."
"Do you need anything?"
