He shakes underneath me, and we groan together as he pushes a finger into me. I feel like screaming, and I have to slap my hand into the bedroom wall.
The sensations swamping me have turned the world upside down. I don't know whether to push my cock into his hot mouth, or my ass back onto his slick finger. He plunges another digit into my hole, and I'm so close. His mouth is on my cock, the fingers of one hand deep inside my ass, and with his other hand, he starts jerking himself.
"Oh, god, yes, Ben, Jerk yourself off while you fuck my ass with your fingers and swallow my cock. Yes, oh fuck, yes, yes…"
His deep groans and the sound of his hand shuttling up and down his cock are enough to do it. My muscles all tense, and my orgasm slams into me like an F5 tornado, and I unload into his mouth, pumping stream after stream of come deep into his throat. He makes a gurgling sound of appreciation as I flood his mouth, then tenses underneath me before my ass and the backs of my thighs are coated with his warm come as he lets go, his back arching off the mattress and his eyes squeezed tightly shut.
"Oh my god," I whisper harshly as I pull my spent dick out of his mouth before falling to the bed beside him. "That was fucking amazing, Ben."
He throws an arm over his eyes, still breathing hard. "Fuck yeah it was," he pants out.
BEN
"Jesus Christ, Aleks. I think you might have killed me," I chuckle after we've been lying quietly for a few minutes. I turn my head to find him grinning at me.
"But what a way to go," he quips, and I nod, still chuckling.
"At least you can say I died doing what I loved." We both snicker.
"One second," he murmurs before rolling out of the bed and returning a second later to clean me up with a warm towel. It feels weird because normally I prefer to be the caretaker, but with Aleks, it feels like there's a more natural give-and-take. My caretaker instincts are still there, but I also feel like I can let go and let him be in charge sometimes. Letting myself be taken care of isn't something I usually do, but it feels nice with him. It occurs to me that I might want something from Aleks that I haven't wanted from a partner in a long time. I'm normally a top. Bottoming makes me feel vulnerable, and I'm not willing to go there with someone unless I've already built up a lot of trust with them. But right from the start, Aleks has made me feel unusually comfortable.
He tosses the towel onto the floor and crawls back into bed beside me, resting his head on my chest. I like the way it feels so much I wrap one arm around his back and anchor him there, trying not to notice the way my heart flips in my chest when he lets out a content sigh.
I clear my throat.In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess."So, ah, do you ever top?" I ask, trying to swallow my discomfort at the question. But even the fact that I'm asking says a lot about my feelings toward this man.
He lifts his head from where it's resting on my chest and gives me a look that pulls a laugh from me. He looks like a kid who's just been given the exact Christmas gift he's been asking Santa for. His eyes are as bright as Christmas lights, and his face looks like it might split in two from the grin on it.
"Do I ever top? Mmm. Yes, yes, I can definitely be persuaded to top." He chuckles, and my eyes widen.
"Are you… Is that what you prefer?" I ask, worried that I've somehow pushed him into bottoming when that's not his preference. He laughs again, patting my chest reassuringly.
"I'm just teasing you. I'm vers, but I tend to prefer bottoming. Although, topping the right person is… enjoyable. And you? Are you an exclusive top?"
I shake my head. "I would call myself vers too, although I prefer topping. I find bottoming to be a little more… intimate… so I don't want that from everyone."
Aleks pauses for a moment, his gaze shifting down to where he's running his fingers through my chest hair before he looks back up at me. "And, you… You'd want that from me?"
I nod. "Yeah. I think I do."Gah, what is it about Aleks Warren? Why am I so comfortable sharing all my fucking secrets with him?
He looks at me for a moment, something shining in his eyes I can't identify, before he shifts so his body is on top of mine, and he looks down at me. "I want that too, Ben. I really fucking want that."
He takes my mouth in a tender kiss that's anything but tentative. He's sweet but confident. Like he knows exactly what he wants, and he's perfectly confident in showing me.
We break apart briefly, and he reaches over to his nightstand, grabbing a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube, setting them on the bed beside us while he shimmies backward and settles between my legs. Once he's there, he looks up at me with a smile, looking like that same kid who just got a toy from Santa he's been waiting for all year. "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this," he whispers before taking just the crown of my dick into his mouth and sucking gently but firmly.
"Unngggh," I groan, my dick going from semi-hard to an iron rod almost instantly. "Fuck, you really are gonna kill me. I'm not twenty-four anymore, you know?"
He laughs again. "Well, as I said before, at least you'd get to go doing what you love," he jokes before sucking me entirely into his hot, wet mouth, taking me right to the back of his throat.
Pleasure courses through me as he sucks, and I throw my head back, enjoying the sensations until I hear thesnickof the lube bottle opening. Opening my eyes, I see him slicking up his fingers before he moves one hand between my legs and pushes one against my entrance.
"Is this okay?" he breathes out as that finger circles my rim, pressing and pulling back, teasing me just enough to drive me crazy with want.
"So much better than okay." I gasp as he takes my cock into his mouth again at the same time as he presses his fingertip inside me, tearing a loud moan from my chest.
"Oh fuuuuck." I push down on his finger, willing my body to open up and let him inside.
Slowly, he works his fingers in deeper, coaxing my body open, and it's so good it's like he's stealing the breath from my lungs.
