Bossy Bunny
MERCY
It wasn’t a conscious choice never to bottom. I just didn’t and then, well, I attract bottoms, okay? I’m way more a topping kind of guy. That doesn’t mean I didn’t want to try it—after all, topping from the bottom is a thing—but it never felt right with anyone.
Jack already means more to me than any lover ever has. I want it to be him for the first time. Hopefully, he’ll be the only one.
I’ve yanked him to the bedroom, undressing him along the way, tossing his shirt into the hallway, leaving his sweats in the entryway of the bedroom. He’s in nothing but his black boxer briefs.
“Figures you’re one of those bossy bottoms,” he says. “Thought I was in charge?”
“No one said you were in charge, baby.”
“Yeah. Makes more sense.” He tugs at the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it off and over my head, and then redresses me in his new jersey. It only hangs just over my ass, but it’s large on me because his shoulder girdle is the same width as the Grand Canyon. “Looks good on yah, Merc.”
He plants a searing kiss on my lips and pushes his tongue inside as he goes for the button on my jeans. Jack shoves my jeans and boxers down all in one go. “Eager, eh?”
“Duh. Can’t wait to have my dick inside you.”
I stop him from going further. “Why didn’t you say something?”
He shrugs. “I don’t care all that much and I prefer being fucked than doing the fucking.”
“Then why are you acting like it’s Christmas?” His hair gel’s starting to fail him and the strands that were on top are falling over his eyes. I comb them back.
Jack smiles. “I might have a preference, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy doing the fucking. Most of all, it’s really special. I want to get in there and put my flags up—sorry, that’s weird.”
“Nah. If you’re weird, then so am I. I’d put flags all over you if I could.”
He laughs and tackles me to the bed. Without thinking about it, I roll him to his back and get on top of him. I know he could easily overpower me, but he doesn’t, submitting nicely for me. “I’m gonna fuck your cock, buttercup. How does that sound?”
“So long as I get to stare at you wearing this, I’m happy.” He fingers the jersey with longing. I know most hockey players going as far as the AHL want the NHL, but it’s written on Jack’s face how much it means to him, and it gives me a deeper picture.
“All right, how do you want me?”
More laughter. It’s a good sound. I know this is how he’s supposed to be. “Oh, I get to choose do I?”
“I said however you want.”
“You said that, but your actions say otherwise.”
I run a hand over my hair, sheepishly. Yeah, I kinda took over. I wish I could say I was sorry.
“I like this and you’re a bossy fucking bunny to the max, but I dig it, Merc. So, fuck me, eh? Ah, with your ass I mean.”
I will, but I have one more little surprise I haven’t shown him yet. Tilting a little to the side, I twist and tug at what I put in my ass earlier. I didn’t want all the prep stuff for my first time. I just wanna sink down his pole and find new ways to drive him crazy. I hold up the thick black silicone so he can see it.
“You mean to tell me you’ve been wearing that all night?”
“All night.”
“How are you not wildly horny?”
“Who says I’m not?” The bottle squelches when I squirt a generous amount on his cock. I stroke him for a bit. His back arches. “I’m gonna ride your cock until your voice is hoarse from begging me to let you come.”
He groans. “I’m already wildly horny, Merc. It’s Valentine’s Day.”
“Nuh-uh, no freebies, baby. You wanna come, you can work for it.”
