He shrugs. “I’m good with most things. I’m vers, but I prefer to top.”
Excellent. “Let me get the lube, then.”
Phil watches with an intensity that’s way out of proportion to what I’m doing—opening a nightstand drawer—but knowing he feels like that about me lights me up inside.
“Gimme,” he murmurs when I’ve retrieved the bottle of lube and a condom, and I chuckle as I hand them over.
“What?”
“I love this bossy side of you. It goes with your stubborn side.”
His jaw drops. “Stubborn? Um, hello! Look who’s talking, Mr. I Don’t Want The Overskirt.”
This time I laugh properly. “Still hung up on that, are we?”
He sticks his tongue out at me. “On your back, Griff, and I’ll show you what bossy looks like.”
I steal a kiss, then obey, gladly lying back against the pillows and taking advantage of this opportunity to admire him. Clothes make him look slimmer than he is, hiding some of his lean muscle. The creamy pale skin of his limbs and chest is lightly furred with red hair just a little darker than what’s on his head, and a happy trail bisects his smooth abdomen. I want to run my hands and mouth over every inch of him.
As though reading my mind, he leans over and kisses a trail from my shoulder down my chest, pausing to flick his tongue over my nipples. “I could eat you up,” he murmurs. “Later. You can be dessert.”
“I’m not the one with a cherry on top,” I say, eyes flicking up to his bright hair.
He snorts. “I think we’re doing this wrong. Bad jokes shouldn’t be part of sex.”
Using only my ab muscles, I roll up and catch his mouth in a deep, wet kiss. “Sweetheart, if it makes you happy, anything goes.”
The beautiful, slightly goofy smile that takes over his face makes me want to make even more bad jokes, but before I can think of one, he shakes his head and says, “Knees up.”
Hell yeah. I lie back down and pull my legs up, giving him as much access as he likes. He stares down at my hole and bites his lip, breathing coming a little heavier.
“Um…. That’s…” He clears his throat. “One day, maybe I could e-eat you out? Not today,” he adds quickly, and I wonder if maybe he’s not that experienced. Should I say something?
No. He’s an adult, and I need to trust him to drive this the way he wants it.
“Anytime you want, sweetheart,” I promise him, and the way his gaze turns molten is all it takes for my already stiff cock to become achingly hard.
“Next time,” he murmurs, uncapping the lube, and then I need to rethink my assumption that he’s not experienced as he proceeds to tease me to the point of begging with his long, clever fingers.
“Phil,” I whine. “Come on, sweetheart, please.”
The confident little smirk on his face is both endearing and terrifying. “Let’s switch places. I want you to ride me.”
Oh fuck yeah.
In a heartbeat, I have him on his back and am straddling his thighs. “Where’s the condom?”
He pats around on the covers until he finds it, and then I make short work of sheathing and lubing his dick. “Can’t wait to suck you off,” I tell him, and his whole body shudders.
“Let’s make a sex list,” he suggests breathlessly. “I want to do it all.”
On that glorious thought, I rise up on my knees, position us both, and sink down on his cock, reveling in the pressure and burn as the head pushes inside. Phil’s explosive gasp is musicto my ears, and I hold like that, with just the tip in me. Sweat breaks out on my face, but I need?—
“Griff, please,” he begs, moving restlessly beneath me, and that’s my cue.
I slide down carefully until he’s all the way in, then lift myself again slowly. Phil’s eyes close, then open as he reaches out to wrap his hand around my dick.
“Bet I can get you off first,” he challenges, his voice unsteady, and I huff a laugh.
