The moan in the back of my throat was soft, but still there. It made his lips curl against mine, but he didn't break off the kiss. Instead, he let his hands slide lower, the one on top grabbing a handful of my ass. He wasn't gentle about it either. I gave in to the pressure, thrusting my length against his, and this time he was the one who moaned.
"Shh," I breathed again. "Good boys have to be quiet."
"Mm, but maybe I'm a bad boy?" he taunted.
"Babe, I already fell in love with you," I promised. "No need to try to seduce me now."
He just tugged at my ass again. "Prove it."
For a moment, everything paused as I realized what he was asking for. Leaning back, my eyes found his in the darkness, and then I moved with the pressure of his grip. Luke rolled onto his back and I shifted over him. Face to face, with our bare bodies pressed together, I couldn't decide if I wanted to look at this gorgeous man below me or kiss him again.
Bracing my weight on one arm, I used my other hand to brush his hair back from his face, then followed his hairline down to his jaw. Luke's eyes slipped closed and he relaxed into my touch, but there was nothing feminine about it. This man would never be my bitch, and he didn't want to be. He simply trusted me enough to give in.
"You know you don't always have to be on bottom with me," I whispered.
"I know," he promised. "I've just been waiting for this. To finally be able to see you when it happens. To watch you be in control this time."
Fuck. My dick throbbed in agreement with him, and I wanted to reach for the lube and get to it. I also wanted to make sure that of all the men in the world, mine never doubted how much they meant to me. Neither of them. Cy would forgive me easier, but with Luke every time I touched him was a new experience for him. It would determine whether he liked what we tried or wrote it off as no good.
And this position was one I wanted a lot more of. I wanted to be able to see him, to touch him, and most of all, to kiss him. Leaning in, my mouth found his and his hand clamped down on the back of my head. He pulled me in hard. There was nothing tentative or shy about the way he touched me. My inexperienced cowboy had figured it all out, and he had become one hell of a seductive man.
Shifting my hips, I pressed myself alongside him and thrust against his body. Luke matched me, both of our hips moving slowly, keeping up the friction. I felt it when his leg lifted to hook against my thigh. Reaching back, I guided the other up, changing the angle of his dick against my belly, and then moved against him one more time.
He caught my hip, stopping the motion. "If you keep that up, we'll be done right here," he warned.
I stole one more kiss before leaning towards his nightstand. "Good, because I don't want to blow my load on your belly."
"Nah, belongs in my ass," he agreed.
Shit. Damn. Ok, he was killing me. My balls were so fucking tight I was almost scared to stroke the lube onto my dick. I might lose it. So I took my time about finding the bottle, letting my body calm down just a bit. When I had it, I leaned back, sitting up on my knees, and then poured a dollop into my palm. That, I wiped ontohisdick, making the man tense his back against the rush of cold and pressure of my hand around him.
"You have to be quiet," I reminded him. "We're acting like good parents now."
He caught my wrist, guiding my hand back to my own dick. "Yeah, we are."
I flipped the bottle open again, then poured a healthy stream of lube along the length of my dick. The cold made my abs tense, and my dick bounced in response. It also helped cool me off just a bit, because I was not going to cum first. When I finally had enough, I tossed the bottle on the bed and then dropped back down onto both hands.
"You," I said softly as I angled my hips, sliding my dick down behind his balls, "will tell me how you like it." Then I felt that tense little pucker. "And you will stop me if it hurts."
"Slow," he said, grabbing my bicep to pull me closer.
I followed, gently pressing in even as I leaned for his mouth. He was right there, kissing back. I felt his body relax, his ass letting me in, so I pushed a little more. Luke made a sound almost like a whimper, so I paused, but he just pulled at my arm again. That was him wanting more? Well, I could give that.
"Push onto me," I begged.
He did, and that was all it took. His body relaxed, I slid inside, and then I kept going. When I was balls-deep in his ass, I let out a low, deep groan of approval, because this man's body felt so fucking good. Hot. Tight. Strong. This was not some fragile little woman beneath me. He was nothing at all like Cy, either. This was Luke, and I loved him for being who he was. I just wanted this moment to prove it.
Bending my back, I let my belly press against his dick as I started to withdraw. I felt the slickness of the lube against my skin, and Luke reached over his head to clutch at the pillow. The muscle of his bicep was flexed and bulging. His jaw was clenched to hold back his sounds, but he wasn't fighting me at all.
He was loving this.
"God, that feels good," he breathed. "More, Ash."
So I pushed back in. With my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could make out the shape of his body. I could see how his abs flexed when I slid out and the way his arm tensed as I pushed in. Then I rolled my hips, finding that spot that could make a man go wild.
I knew the moment I hit it. Luke's legs wrapped around mine and he gasped. I was struggling not to grunt or groan, overly aware of the child just across the hall, but I wanted to make him break just once. A little sound. Something to prove that he had stopped thinking for just a moment. I wanted him to be mine, completely and totally, for just this moment.
I wanted to show him what it meant to love me. To prove that I would always take care of him, even as he took care of me. Slowly, making sure not to rock the bed too much, I worked his ass. When Luke started rocking with me, I knew he was almost there.
