I turn red and bury my face into his neck. “I've only ever topped.”
Carter's head rolls back right along with his eyes, and he bites his lip. “Fuck, Knox. You’re driving me crazy.”
“It's okay if you don’t want to,” I say, trying to slide out of his hold.
He grabs me and holds me close, shaking his head. “I don't have any problem—at all—with the fact that you’ve never bottomed. My response has to do with the fact that I’m a dirty, possessive caveman. I fuckinglovethat you've never had anyone else here,” he says, snaking his hand under my shorts and underwear to squeeze my ass. “Because I want to make it so good for you.”
I nod, almost frantic.“Please.”
He kisses me with a ferocity I can barely process. Because of that, I assume I’ll be thrown onto the bed, but then he uses all of his glorious muscles to lower me softly. Stripping us both bare, he lies on top of me, his weight a thing I didn't know I always needed.
Just the feeling of his cock sliding against mine has me almost there. When he pulls away, I make embarrassingly needy sounds. He smiles, kissing along my chin and jaw as he reaches into his side drawer. I tense when he grabs the lube and condoms.
It’s happening. It's really gonna happen tonight.
“Knox? Are you okay? You know you can say stop at any time, right? There's never a point of no return, I promise.”
I nearly melt into a puddle on the bed right there and repeat the only word that I seem to be able to say with any clarity. “Please. Please.Please.”
He kisses me with aggression and passion, spinning me up all over again, just to pull back right before I come.
“You arenota good person,” I gasp.
“Never said that I was, darlin'.” He smiles against my Adam's apple.
“Stop teasing and just get into me,” I beg, half out of my mind.
His smile is lazy as he grabs for the lube, making a big production of slicking up two fingers. Kissing me, he swirls the fingers around the puckered skin, making me lose my breath all over again. One blunt digit presses into me, and I arch up. I remember this sensation. So good. Weird, butsogood. Quickly, however, his second finger joins his first, and I let out a startled breath, surprised by the sharp sting.
“Does it hurt?”
“It's already feeling better. Don't stop.”
He stills, kissing me as he waits for the muscle to relax before pumping his fingers in and out of me, scissoring them, lifting me up even more. Bringing me to the edge one more time—damn him—he pulls out completely.
I whimper, wanting him so badly. There's the sound of a wrapper being opened and lube slicking up and down his length.
“Fuck me, Carter. Please. I beg of you.”
With that, he adjusts, kissing me deeply as he nudges the fat head of his cock against my asshole. When I whine for more, he pushes in past the first ring of muscle, the stretch intense and perfect.
“Oh,Jesus.”
He stops, looking at me wide-eyed. “You okay?”
“Don't you fucking stop. That was agoodJesus, not a bad Jesus.”
He laughs, his rumble transmitting through every part of my body.
Pushing on, he pauses to let me stretch just a bit more, carefully, patiently until he's bottomed out, and I'm stuffed so full of him that I don't know what to do. He pauses again, and I look up to find his eyes looking kindly into mine.
I wrap my legs around him and thrust up a bit, groaning as he glides over…oh, fuck.
“God, what is that? Is that my prostate?” I ask, breathless.
He rocks again, and my mouth falls open. “Yeah, baby. That's your prostate.”
“I was always too afraid to find it on my own. I wanted someone to be there with me.”
