He puts my gift on the nightstand where the bottle of lube still sits, then jumps over me to the middle of the bed, taking me with him so I end up straddling his legs.
“I love it when you handle me like I’m super light.”
“Youaresuper light,” he says.
I run my hands over all the deep ridges of his abs. He has such beautiful definition, and still, if this belly was flat or even round, I don’t think I’d care.
His cock is hard and flushed. I want to make this so good for him. My hands shake a little as I give him a couple of strokes.
God, I love the way his breath catches when I touch him, like he’s never been touched this way before. I want to be angry at a woman I don’t even know because she had him for twenty-three years and couldn’t make him feel this way.
Or maybe I’m assuming too much. He hasn’t talked much about his marriage or why it broke down. Just like I haven’t spoken about Harley. I guess we all have our past. Our secrets.
Coach wraps his hand over mine, tightening his grip. I lock eyes with him as we stroke him lazily. When he looks a little more relaxed, I point to the lube, and he hands it to me.
“I’m going to go slow, okay? At least my dick isn’t as ginormous as yours.”
He chokes a laugh. “Thanks.”
“Open your legs.”
He does, and I fit between them. He releases my hand and places both of his on either side of his body.
“You look like the best dessert, Riley. You’re going to make me reconsider giving up my bottom crown, aren’t you?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute.”
I uncap the lube, and once again, his whole body trembles. “Riley, we don’t have to do this. Bottoming won’t make you more or less gay or bi or whatever you are.”
“I…just feel a little exposed like this. But I don’t want to stop.”
I look around, but he doesn’t have a lot of pillows.
“I’ll be back in a sec. Why don’t you add a little lube to your hole and rub your finger around to get used to the feel of having something there?”
He nods. I run to the living room and grab the cushions from the couch and a blanket. It doesn’t take me long, but I wait a few seconds to give him privacy to explore himself.
When I feel I’ve taken long enough, I go back into the bedroom. The sight of Riley naked in the middle of the bed, one hand stroking his cock, the other playing with the rim of his hole, almost makes me come on the spot.
He sees me by the door, but instead of stopping, he continues like he’s enjoying it so much he can’t stop himself.
“Scoot up against the board,” I say, placing the pillows covered with the blanket behind him. I return to my place between his legs and add lube to my fingers.
I straddle one of his thick thighs, and he instantly opens his legs wider to give me room.
He pulls me for a kiss, so I take advantage and start exploring, just like I wanted.
I take it easy, testing my way around his rim, feeling as he contracts when I’m too close.
“I’m going to need you to relax, okay? Breathe out when I push in.” We keep our gazes locked. I hope that not having my face down there makes him feel less open and vulnerable. He’s in total control of the situation, but I’m not sure he understands how much power he really has.
He breathes out, and when I feel him relax, I push a finger in.
“You’re doing good, baby,” I say, distracting him with more kisses. Soon I’m able to slowly move my finger in and out. “That’s it. You’re doing great.”
A small bead of sweat rolls down his forehead, and I lick it clean. God, what this man does to me that I’m now licking sweat.
He groans and plunges his tongue into my mouth. It’s hard to keep my thoughts straight when he’s doing that, but I manage to add another finger while he’s distracted.
