A smile flutters over my lips, but is quickly replaced with my jaw hanging open as he hits said spot, and my eyes roll.
“Right there. That’s where you like it,” Laiken says.
I want to tell him I don’t care where he pokes me. I like it all. But words aren’t coming to me. There’s static in my head. All I hear are his words and the sounds I make.
Laiken isn’t fucking me fast or hard right now. It’s all about being deep and intimate. Sharing this moment. Making this birthday the best of my entire life.
Everything inside me feels like I’m spiraling down. Not in a bad way. I’m falling into a pool of pleasure. Or maybe that pool is rising, spinning around me, ready to consume me.
He’s so big. There’s never a single thrust that I don’t feel throughout my entire body. I’m about to come undone.
“Wait,” I say, pulling my hand free of his and shoving at his hip to push him off me.
“What’s wrong?” Laiken asks, concerned as he pulls away.
I’m not sure what makes me suddenly want to change it up, but I shove at him until I can get off the chair, pushing him to the ground. I follow, reaching for the box of condoms and lube he’d dropped on the floor.
“I want to watch you come on my dick,” I say as I wrap my cock.
Laiken stares at me. I’m sure he’s trying to figure out why I’ve randomly changed my mind. Hell, if I knew why, I’d offer the explanation. I’m not sure why this is suddenly very important to me. But I need this. This is how I want to spend my first orgasm as a twenty-one-year-old.
He doesn’t ask. He pulls his condom off and adjusts himself to let me have full access to his ass. I squeeze a whole lot of lube and watch it drip through his crack. I’m such a damn child that I giggle as I watch it.
“I’m glad we’re not on carpet,” I say as I play in the lube, teasing his hole as it clenches and relaxes at my touch.
“Easy to say that when you’re not lying on the cold floor,” Laiken answers.
I look up, meeting his eyes. “You’re right. Want to go to your bed?” Just as he’s answering, I stick my finger inside him. I grin when his words stutter.
Laiken’s eyes narrow. It’s impossible not to let my grin get out of control right now. I make a valiant effort to try not to, though. I watch his face as I finger him. One finger. Two. At three, Laiken groans.
I don’t think he was necessarily holding back, but I think that he definitely has a threshold to what makes him feel good. Three fingers are right at the edge. His moans continue as I work on lubing him until he’s nice and slippery.
Then I remove my fingers and get to my feet. “Bed,” I tell him. “I’m officially too old to be on my knees on this hard floor. I demand cushions for knee time.”
Laiken sighs but gets to his feet. He slaps my bare ass, making the loudclapecho off the empty room’s walls and making me jump. A second later, the sting registers, and I glare at him. “Ow. Jerk.”
He pulls me to his chest once we step into his bedroom, lips hungry on mine. “How do you want me?”
The question shouldn’t be so sexy. Damn, it makes everything inside me burn. “Just like you were on the floor. I want to see your face and your dick when it goes off.”
Laiken bites my lip gently, but there must be a nerve connecting my lip to my balls because I nearly lose it. I shove him away toward the bed. “Hurry up. I’m going to come right now if you keep biting me like that.”
He’s mighty fucking pleased with himself. That damn smile, smug and sexy.
I follow him onto the bed, right between his legs. He brings his knees to his chest, giving me that hole that I expertly worked.
And totally made a mess of the lube all over. He’s so shiny now.
Smirking, I shuffle closer and bring my cock to his hole. I close my eyes for a minute. It’s been a long time since I’ve topped someone. Actually, it’s been a long time since before Laiken that I’ve had sex at all. Maybe that’s why I’m so hungry for his dick all the time.
Opening my eyes, I watch his hole as it slowly stretches to allow me inside. I’m entirely mesmerized by the way his body swallows mine. Wow. Is it always so sexy?
My eyes flicker to his, and his previously smug expression has shifted to something reflecting his arousal. Lips parted. Nostrils flaring. Eyes dilated. His chest heaves. Stomach muscles flex and flutter.
As my cock disappears entirely into his body, Laiken lets his knees go and his legs lay wide open. I watch, hypnotized by his arousal, as his back arches. He grips the pillow under his head with one hand, the bedspread with the other.
I pull out and push back in, earning myself the most erotic sound from him.
