“I agree,” I say, my eyes hungrily taking in the fat outline of his cock.
He chuckles, then falls backward onto my huge bed, practically swallowed by the thick downy duvet. Unbidden, I have flashes of him picking me up and walking me over the threshold into our house.
“This bed is fucking amazing,” he says, drawing me right back to him. Putting his hands behind his head, his eyes track me like a predator. “How do you want me? Face-to-face? On my hands and knees.”
Yes, I think. Yes, to all of it. But for now…
“I want to see your face,” I admit, suddenly nervous.
“Excellent.”
Unhurried, he sets his feet flat against the mattress, letting his thighs fall apart. I gulp at how his piercing makes his hole look so fucking inviting.
“Where’s your fancy lube?” he asks, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
Grinning, I trail my fingers along his shin, across his knee, and up his thigh as I reach into my bedside table drawer. I slip the recovery lube from the drawer, then add some to my fingertips. Leaning in, I kiss him as I snake my fingers under his heavy nut sack, flicking at the guiche before pushing one finger inside him and then another. Slowly stretching him, teasing his piercing, making it last long enough to give him a taste of his own medicine.
After he’s relaxed with just a hint of desperation in thosewhisky eyes, I reposition myself, nudging his hole with my cock, pressing in the tip.
The heat of his body is exquisite.
“Just go slow,” he says between kisses. “I don’t do this very often, and you’re definitely bigger than any guy I’ve ever been with.”
“Of course, True,” I murmur, carefully sliding into him.
Fuck.So tight.
Panting from the stretch, his eyes roll back.
“Still think I’m small?”
Truett ignores my teasing, pulling me in for a kiss as I take my time, slowly pushing inside him until I bottom out. He clenches hard, and it’s my turn to roll my eyes back.
“You’re stretching me so good, sweetheart,” True says, his voice rough, hot against my lips. “Now fuck me like a good boy.”
As much as I love being inside him, having him boss me in this position sends a shiver of want down my spine. I take a moment to breathe, then give a test thrust.
He winces, and I stall out.
“No, it’s okay. Keep going,” he says between clenched teeth.
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You know as much as anyone how fun it is to mix the pain and the pleasure,” he says, opening one of his eyes to glare at me.
I add a bit more lube, and he loosens around me. I thrust again, and his pained grimace melts into a pleasured moan.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he says, shifting and tilting his hips. I start a steady pace, and he grabs my ass, pushing me deeper as he lifts his hips, meeting me thrust for thrust.
Collapsing onto his chest, I kiss him, and he kisses me back. With one hand still on my ass, he wraps his free arm around my back, molding us together, our bodies twin rolling tides.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says the next time we take abreath. He’s looking into my eyes like I’m someone special, and I giggle.
“Something funny?” True asks, tilting his hips.
I grunt, thrusting harder. “You make me more nervous than killing a person.”
The vibration of his laughter makes my eyes roll back in my head.
