Worry fills his deep amber eyes. “You’re gonna kick me out, aren’t you?”
I shake my head as I run my hand over his pretty abs and full pecs. “I can’t. You’re too fucking perfect.”
That’s a massive oversimplification, now that he’s here, beneath me and so very wonderful. So very good.
He turns, covering my face with kisses before rolling over on top of me.
Fuck, he’s a big boy.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and we kiss, more slowly, more deeply this time. My hands go to his magnificent ass, pulling him against me in a rhythm, our cocks sliding happily against each other. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve frotted over clothes, and I’d forgotten how erotic that could be.
Obsessed with his muscular ass, I finger his waistband. “Can I…?”
“God. Please, yes.”
I slip my hand beneath his joggers, his skin smooth and velvety under my palms. My fingertips skate toward his cleft, and he stiffens, rolling back to his side.
“Sorry if that was too much,” I say, mirroring his position.
“It’s not too much, I swear.” He drops eye contact. “Actually, if you tell me you’re a strict bottom, I’m going to cry.”
“I rarely bottom.” I make a face. “It’s not my favorite at all.”
He grips his chest and lets out what I hope is a relieved sigh. “Thank God.”
“Dramatic.”
“Always.” His eyes are once again smiley half-moons before his expression shifts into something more serious. “But I am self-conscious about bottoming unprepared. I don’t enjoy…you know…”
He’s so fucking earnest, I don’t even know what to do with myself.
“Unplanned anal?” I supply.
“Yeah. That.” His eyes sparkle. “Maverick doesn’t do surprise anal.”
It’s so easy to laugh with him.
“Did you just speak about yourself in the third person?”
“I did,” he admits with a self-deprecating grin. “And I immediately regretted it.”
Rather than tease him further, I find that I want to soothe him. Make sure he understands he can trust me.
“I can appreciate both a meticulously clean asshole and occasionally needing someone so much that I don’t even fucking care.” I gesture to his wide-eyed expression. “But you clearly do care. A pretty big rule for me is that if it’s important to the guy bottoming, it’s important to me. Anything that has to do with his comfort and safety.”
Maverick’s shoulders, which had started to creep toward his ears, drop as he takes another relieved breath. Adorable.
I tug on a pretty curl. “Is there some sort of traumatizing event that made you meticulous?”
“No.” His eyes flash with amusement. “Let’s just say that when you’ve got a couple dozen gay uncles, they all have horror stories.”
I throw my head back and laugh. “I was real lucky with my parents, but I think you won the fucking lottery.”
“It’s true, you know.” He bites his lower lip as he fingers my bedspread. “People think it’s the money that makes us so lucky, but that’s not true by a long shot. Even if we didn’t have a dime to our names, we’d still be the luckiest people I know.”
“I get that,” I say, relieved when Maverick’s gaze meets mine again. “I also like that your parents insist on you using your money in a way that gives back.”
“True,” he says, focused on running his fingers through my hair. “I think the thing I’m proudest of is that there are a lot ofthings we do—unsexy shit like roads and bridges in historically disadvantaged neighborhoods—that will never see the light of day.”
