“Uh,Nick…” He strokes deeper, stopping just shy of my entrance, and I can’t help but arch into him again. Fuck. My face is on fire, and I bury it into his neck.
His fingers leave me, and I hear the unmistakable sound of a finger being sucked on, followed by the pop of a slick digit. Still tucked in against his neck, a cold, wet finger circles my hole, and a sound escapes me that sends a chuckle tumbling from his lips, reverberations I can feel against his throat.
“Exit only, my ass.”
I groan and pull my ass away from his tempting hands.
Elijah ruffles my hair and stills my retreat. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’m not making fun of you. I mean… I am, but only because you made such a big deal of it.”
I take a pillow and jam it over my head, as though that would stop Elijah from doing what he wants.
“Nick?” He pulls the pillow off and takes my face in his hands, forcing me to look him in the eyes. “Do you like butt stuff?”
I close my eyes and make a manly sound of protest, then nod my head.
“Baby, do you want just my fingers, or do you like everything?”
“This is so embarrassing.”
“No, it’s not. Butt stuff feels awesome. I’d topped so much before that I’d forgotten how good butt stuff was. Why is this such a problem for you?”
I let out an aggrieved sigh, not sure how to explain myself. “I’m supposed to be the one who…” Fuck, the words feel garbled in my head. Taking a deep breath, I open one eye to see what he’s thinking. His eyes are amused but curious and still so kind. I let the breath out and ask, “Baby, why do you like it when I top you?”
“That’s easy. It feels like you’re taking care of me. And… I’m kind of a touch slut, so it’s really about needing to feel your touch everywhere. In me, all around me…” His voice goes dreamy as he says it, so I know he’s telling the truth.
“A touch slut? So… you like it when I do this,” I say, running my hands over his beautiful chest, my fingertips making pathways through the soft, light brown hair. He practically purrs under my touch. I think about the lonely nights he spent, and I vow that I’ll never let him do that again. With all that he’s shared with me, maybe it’s be okay to share this part of me with him. “I guess… sometimes I need that, too, butI’msupposed to be the one in charge, the…”
“Big damn hero.”
I nod again, feeling decidedly unmanly. And vulnerable. It makes my skin itchy.
He reaches up and slings his arms around the back of my neck. “Baby, big damn heroes can like it up the butt. And, you know, since they’re big damn heroes, they deserve to be taken care of, too.”
I look down at him, nervous to make eye contact. “So, do you want to?”
“Do I want to what?” he leers, popping one eyebrow.
Fuck, he’s going to make me say it. “Top me.”
A big smile splits his face. “You want me to top you? Right now?”
I grin, mostly because I can’t help it. “Yeah, why not?”
He reaches for the supplies and pauses dramatically. “Wait, have you ever actually bottomed before? I mean do they allow Navy SEALs tobottom?” He whispers the last word, laughing to himself.
Okay, if that’s how he wants to play it. “Only for other SEALs. Had to get a special dispensation to bottom for an Army man.”
“Oh,really?” His eyebrow quirks in amusement. “That so?”
“Completely, one hundred percent true.”
“So, by the transitive powers of me topping you, I now have permission to top the rest of the armed services. Is that what you’re saying?”
Brat.Still on top of him, I grind my hips against him and hold him possessively. “No, I did not fucking say that. And maybe I should’ve said this before, but if I’m fucking you, you’re not fucking anyone else.”
“Damn, you’re a pushy bottom,” he says, a smirk on his lips. “But you didn’t answer my question. Have you bottomed before?”
I throw my arm over my face, knowing that it is flushing red. I shake my head. “Not with another person, at least.”
