I sagged against him, chest heaving, my cock still twitching deep inside his heat. I could’ve stayed like that forever, the thrum of my heartbeat matching his, but he shifted under me.
“Your turn,” I whispered.
I kissed down his jaw, tasting the sweat on his throat, and lower, tracing the line of his chest until I found his nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, flicking my tongue hard over the peak. His breath hitched; his back arched.
His abs tightened under my cheek as he panted, teeth gritted, moving his hand quick and desperate over his cock. With a guttural cry, he spilled his release, and I was right there to close my lips over the head of his cock and take it all in, swallowing around him as his body bucked helplessly.
“Hud, Jesus Christ—” His voice broke, hoarse and wrecked, as I sucked him through every twitch, every spasm, holding his hips down when he tried to thrust deeper. Hot, bitter salt filled my mouth, and I didn’t let a drop go towaste, greedily swallowing him down until he sagged into the bed, trembling and undone.
I pulled back slowly, and he groaned, still shuddering, his hand finding the back of my head and clinging like he couldn’t stand to let go.
When I finally crawled back up his body, I collapsed against him, sweaty and shaking, mouth locked to his, neither of us willing to let go yet. His arms came around me, holding me tight against his chest, and I pressed kisses wherever I could reach, his mouth, his jaw, the salty curve of his shoulder.
For a long moment, all we could do was breathe.
“So? How was it?” I finally whispered.
He chuckled weakly, brushing my hair back. “Different. I didn’t hate it.”
“You came, which is good.”
“Yeah.” There was a quiet to his voice. “I’m still open to bottoming for you when you need it, but if it’s all the same, I prefer to top.”
“Good.” I kissed him again. “Because I prefer bottoming for you. When your fingers slid inside my ass, I went a little nuts there at the end.”
His smile wobbled. “Hud?—”
“Hmm?”
“If you ever want to top again, swear you’ll tell me. I don’t want to lose you over something so small.”
“Hey.” I cupped his face, made him meet my eyes. “You’re not losing me. Ever. Don’t think like that.”
He swallowed, nodded, but his eyes gave him away.
“Is that what made you do this tonight?” I asked gently.
Matty hesitated, then whispered, “I’ve been thinking. You’re bi. Versatile. I didn’t want you to feel like you were missing out, like I was holding you back, and I can’t bear thethought of you being with anyone else, so I’m open to compromise.”
My chest ached. “You think I’d stray if I didn’t get to top?”
He looked away. “I just know that my heart couldn’t take losing you again.”
I kissed him hard, silencing the words. “Ah, Matt, believe me when I say there’s nothing I find more empowering than seeing you lose control when you’re inside me. I promise. I’m not going to leave you or step out on you, but if it makes you feel better, then yes. If I feel the need to top, we’ll talk about it.”
Matty exhaled hard, chest still rising and falling hard against mine. For a long moment, he held me, running his hand over my back in slow strokes, like he was grounding himself as much as me.
“There’s something else I should probably tell you.” His voice came, quieter than I’d ever heard it. “Not that I need an excuse. Some men don’t like to bottom and vice versa, but for me, something happened when I was younger.”
My breath stalled. I lifted my head enough to see his face, shadows softening the edges but not the heaviness in his eyes. “What?”
He brushed over my jaw, but his gaze had already gone distant, like he was looking backward instead of at me. “That foreman I used to fuck––the one my dad fired when he found out—he wasn’t my first.” He swallowed, jaw tight. “When I was fourteen, I had sex with another guy for the first time.”
I blinked slowly. Relief tried to sneak in. Hell, that was young, but not unusual. I remembered fumbling my way through hookups at that age. “That’s not so bad, right? Fourteen’s about when most kids experiment.”
“Yeah, except the man I lost it to was twenty-seven.”
Cold rolled down my spine. My stomach clenched, and I felt sick. “What?”
