I grin as he grabs a bottle of lube from his bedside table. “I don't particularly like bottoming, but I seem to remember that you—”
His laughter shakes the bed and reminds me of how lovely sex can be. “It sounds like you like bottoming as much as I like topping.”
“I can do it, I promise. But topping just makes sense to me.”
“Same here with bottoming. I just love a dick up my ass,” he says, popping his brows.
“And I, for one, appreciate that.”
His sunshine restored, Colt grabs the lube and lets me move out of the way. Getting on all fours, he reaches back, preparing himself. “Doggy would be great.”
I grin. “Excellent. The other night I loved it when you were on top of me, but I was jealous of Wick’s view of your ass. If we’re going to keep this up, I might need to get a mirror so I can see you at every angle.”
Colt looks back at me and grins, blushing a little. “You say that to all of the boys, don't you?”
I wrinkle my nose. “I used to take men and women however I could get them, but I’m finding that I am a little more discerning these days.”
An interesting expression—not sad, not happy—crosses his face. Maybe he doesn’t like that I’ve been with women?
“You do know that I’m pansexual, right?” I ask, biting my lip. It’s an important part of me, even if most of my lovers are men.
Colt gets an adorable wrinkle between his eyebrows. “Yeah. I mean, so am I. Even though I just call myself multi-sexual.”
“Oh. You just looked a little disappointed, so…I didn’t know if we would have a problem.”
His cheeks flush, and he shifts to his knees, rubbing his face. “I…I kinda got a little jealous for a second there. Just ignore me—my emotions are all over the place tonight.”
I pull him down to the bed, big spooning him for a few seconds, tickled that he’s jealous and impressed that he’s honest about it. He crosses his arms over mine, deepening the hug, and I’m so grateful to have him in my arms tonight. He revives my soul.
“If anything, everyone’s jealous of me and my pretty, freckled bear,” I whisper into his ear. He rolls onto his back, and we kiss that way for a while, letting the rest of our insecurities bleed out.
I pull back, nipping at his lips, then notice something odd about his bedding. “You have naked cowboys on your sheets.”
He grins like a little kid. “That I do. In all sorts of compromising positions.”
I look again and, yes, he’s right. The illustrated men are in every sexual situation, wearing boots, cowboy hats, and nothing else.
I laugh and kiss him again. “I really need to fuck you, Colt. Rightnow.”
He bucks me off him and scrambles to all fours, bowing his back, shaking his generous ass in my direction. “I believe I'm owed a topping.”
Grinning, I adjust, kneeling right behind him on the bed. Pushing into his prepared hole, I groan at the perfect, hot clench of his body. “Fuck, my dick is so happy inside of you. You feel even more amazing bare.”
His response is to look back at me with an open-mouthed pant, nodding and screwing his eyes shut as I push in even deeper. “You’re so fucking thick, Joaquin. God, I love your fat dick.”
“Yes, well. I love your fat ass, so we’re even.”
He grins and rocks back, the heft of him pleasurable against my cock. We get into an easy rhythm, and I love the way it looks to stroke into him, his strong ass shimmying with each hard thrust.
I take a few moments to admire his pale skin and freckles while my cock delves into the tight grip of his body. Needing more skin-on-skin contact, I drape myself over his strong back, using one hand hooked under his shoulder to deepen my thrusts. My other hand holds his belly, his gasping moans a soundtrack I can’t get enough of.
We rock in unison, and my free hand drifts from his belly to his cock, adding a counterstroke. He’s so strong that even when I settle into him completely, it doesn’t slow him in the slightest.
After several soaring, comforting moments in this embrace, I pat his belly. “I need to see your face.”
He looks back at me and smiles, and we separate as he lies against the pillows, pulling his legs back and wide for me. I slip inside, and he gives me a small, pained noise.
“Too much?”
