“Okay, fine. Your cock is still cute though,” I admit on an exhale.
Ant’s answering laugh is breathy, sweet. We begin to move together, sinuous, perfect, even though my bent knees are practically even with his narrow shoulders. He rolls his hips and strokes my cock with a tiny, deadly hand, his eyes soft with wonder.
As good as this feels, he adjusts his angle and hits…ah, yes. “Right there, baby,” I whisper, trying to remember the last time I got my prostate involved in anything remotely as pleasurable.
His eyes darken, and he takes over, speeding up his thrusts, angling them so perfectly I wonder if my stance on being an exclusive top all these years has been short-sighted.
Ant moves with me in a way I’ve never experienced before. It’s like he’s reading the grinding of my jaw or the tension in my muscles and translating it into the perfect squeeze of his delicate fingers wrapped around my cock, the speed of his hips, and the angle of his thrusts.
He’s so tiny between my thighs, and a terrible thought filters through my brain. I bite back a self-important smile.
Tightening his grip on me, he lifts his chin at me. “What?”
“You—ah fuck, keep doing that—don’t want to…yeah, baby…know.”
He practically bends himself in half, straining, stretching his tongue to touch the head of my cock as he bottoms out inside me. Nailing me with those fucking eyes of his, he winks. “You sure about that?”
Fuck. Me.
Switching gears, he reaches up, grabbing my shoulder. After a small pause, he thrusts hard, hitting the already sensitive nerve with everything he has while jacking me in a nearly too-tight grip.
My muscles tremble and pleasure bubbles along every nerve I’ve got as the sexy-adorable way he’s fucking me sends me over. A massive orgasm starts at the base of my spine, threatening to split me in two.
“Jesus, why is your little cock so perfect for me?” I ask as cum streaks across my belly.
He chuckles and keeps going, extending the orgasm, drawing more spurts of cum, emptying my poor aching balls.
I circle him with my legs as he closes his eyes, rolling his hips, rooting out his own pleasure. His hands go to my muscled thighs, and I squeeze around him as his rhythm stutters. His quiet, open-mouthed grunts are so fucking cute it’s erotic, and when he gives in to his orgasm with a soft sigh, I suddenly can’t recall ever having been this intimate with someone before.
I take a few seconds to revel in the feeling of being filled, then drag him through the mess on my stomach for a kiss.
“I love the way you read my body,” I say against his lips as I cup his ass to press him more firmly into me.
“Then that makes you my favorite book,” he responds, kissing my nose, cheeks, and lips.
There’s no denying letting him fuck me meanssomething. Before my brain can go too far down that rabbit hole, he taps my lips.
“Yes?” I respond, nipping at his fingers.
“Let’s shower off, and you can tell me what had you smiling like an evil villain while I was fucking you.”
Moments later, we’re holding each other, swaying under the rush of hot water.
“Tell me,” he whispers into my chest.
I tighten my arms around him. “You are so tiny between my thighs, and watching you fuck me…”
I groan, wondering if it’s too fucked up to say.
“Say it,” he whispers against my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
“You could only do that because I was letting you. At any point, I could’ve pushed you down and taken over.”
His eyes darken, and his chest rises and falls rapidly under the pounding water. “Mm-hmm.”
“It would’ve been okay because, even fucking me, you still kept looking up at me. You fucking broke my nose just a few weeks ago, the first man to put me on my ass inyears, yet you still knew who was in charge.”
He shivers against me, nodding, rubbing his cock against my hip.
