“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, skimming his fingers along my forearms.
That’s not what I meant, but I can’t think with his fingers on my skin. I stifle a shiver and try to appear casual. “Sure. We’re adults. We can do that.”
He narrows his eyes. “You do realize you included me in the ‘we’re adults’ part of your little sentence there, right?”
I cup his face, tilting it so he’s looking directly at me. Amused defiance lights his pretty eyes, and my face goes hot.
“Aren’t you a top?” he asks carefully, letting his fingernails drift over my palms.
“Uh, mostly,” I say, feeling a little lost. “…if you’re vers or prefer to top after everything, I won’t limit you. Or if you’re more of a side, that’s cool too. I mean—”
He grabs my hand and kisses the palm before sending me a tiny smile. “I don’t need you to try to guess what my sexual needs are, Erik. I’m like anyone else. Just fucking ask.”
I inhale sharply. “Okay, then. Ant, do you want to have sex with me, and if so, do you want to top me?”
I have never let another man fuck me, and until this second, I never had any intention of changing that. But I’ll do whatever it takes to make him want to fuck me instead of, well, anyone else.
Oh God.
Charlie might’ve been right.
I’m willing to do that because the thought of anyone else touching him doesn’t just make me see red. It physicallyhurts.
Slowly, his eyes come back to mine, and my first thought ishe’s so fucking handsome.Oof. There’s that feeling again. Heat. All over. Everywhere.
And a bone-deep need to please and protect him in equal measure.
“I don’t, actually.”
My heart drops to my stomach, and I step back. “You don’t want to have sex with me?”
He rolls his eyes and uncurls himself from the barstool, stepping toward me. “Of course I want to have sex with you, you big fucking tree. I just don’t want to top you.”
“So, you want me to top,” I say, needing to be extra sure.
His breathing hitches and the bulge in his shorts swells. “Yeah. I think I’d like that a lot.”
The stress in my shoulders finally fucking unclenches. I’ve been short-circuiting this entire day, and I’m fucking relieved that I don’t have to add bottoming for the first time to all ofthat.
“I tend to get a bit…directive…in the heat of the moment. I don’t have to though—”
He holds up his hand. “I suspected as much. I trust you to stop if I end up not liking it.”
“Okay, then…” I take a breath, looking around Hopper’s apartment, making sure this isn’t some rip in the space-time continuum. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Hands and knees.”
He grins and pushes past me as his tiny shorts go flying, landing on one of Hopper’s paintings. No underwear, just his adorably round little butt bouncing as he makes his way to the bed.
And those goddamn dimples.
Oh shit. We’re really going to do this.
Reaching for my collar, I pull my shirt over my head and shake out my hair. I grab my overnight bag, finding the lube and condoms I keep stashed in the inner pocket. Tossing them on the bed, I lower my jeans and underwear in one go, stepping out of them.
In the meantime, Ant has done exactly as I’ve asked. He’s naked—so fucking naked—and he’s on his hands and knees, head dropped forward as his body sways.
My cock rouses at the sight of all his smooth brown skin contrasting the pale soles of his feet. He peeks over his shoulder, likely wondering why the fuck I’m hesitating, and the mischievous look is back in his eye. He wiggles his ass at me, and my feet start moving.
I get on the bed behind him, knee-walking in between his thighs. My hands go to his back, and the feel of his plush, soft skin beneath my palms is utterly sensual. I grip his hips, squeezing, pushing him back and forth, imagining what it’ll be like to impale him on my cock.
