As I opened the door for Carson, though, I was glad I’d made the effort. My queen bed with its polished pine frame was certainly more inviting than the twin in my old room.
“Nice color.” Carson took the barest of seconds to appreciate my light-blue walls before resuming his mission to get menaked. No objections here as long as he did the same. I pulled at his T-shirt as he pushed my jeans down. Helping each other, we fumbled out of our clothes.
Carson clothed was pretty darn awesome. He filled out a T-shirt and jeans with the sort of muscular definition that gave away his ex-military status. Carson naked, however, was simply spectacular. He had less body hair than I did, which meant that much more golden skin to admire. No tats or piercings, but he didn’t need extra adornment to be as appetizing as a porterhouse.
As soon as we were both naked, Carson shoved me to sit on the bed, a meaningful glint in his eye. I stopped him before he could kneel, tumbling him onto the bed with me. His mouth had been wonderful, but I’d always preferred giving to getting. To that end, I had enjoyed showing Carson new things at the hotel in Fort Collins, helping him make up for lost time. That I wanted to be more than a notch on his belt buckle went without saying, but being his first also had appeal.
“Anything else on your bucket list you’d like to try?”
“Everything.” He rolled onto his side so he could grin at me.
“That’s no help.” I groaned. Direction would be nice.
“Fucking?” Carson raised an eyebrow.
“If you’re wanting to try, sure.” I reached into the nightstand for the condoms and lube I’d picked up along with the steak earlier in the week. I also grabbed a small washcloth from the supply I kept stashed there.
“Yep.” Carson gave another broad grin. “You usually top?”
“Usually.”
“But not always?” He tilted his head, considering me closely.
“Not always. Mostly though.” My conflicted feelings around fucking crept into my ambivalent tone. “People tend to see a bigger dude and make assumptions.”
“I’m not most.” Carson held my gaze, steady and sure. “Want me to top?”
“Maybe.” All the air left my lungs on a loud whoosh. I’d had no clue how much I wanted that until he offered. I didn’t hate topping by any means. It could be fun and pleasurable, and taking care of my partner’s needs was a huge turn-on. However, other’s assumptions could be limiting because I also enjoyed bottoming, but that rarely seemed to be what my partners wanted.
“Part of you likes.” Carson stroked a blunt fingertip down the length of my cock, moving it gently from side to side like a clock hand.
“Oh yeah. I’d like you topping a lot,” I admitted, dropping the condoms and lube next to him on the bed. “I have condoms and lube. However, since we’re both negative and not sleeping around, I’m happy to skip the condom if you want.”
Carson’s eyes flared hot and liquid, like molten amber. “I want.”
“Me too.” I had some experience bottoming, but never bareback. This being a first for both of us made electric flames lick at the base of my spine. I pulled him close for another kiss.
I’d intended something fast as a prelude to prep, but Carson rolled me to my back, settling on top of me as if kissing were the whole show. One kiss turned to ten, each deeper and more intense than the last, until we were grinding together.
“Now,” I panted, not wanting to come before getting Carson inside me.
“Yeah.” Carson was also breathing hard as he grabbed the lube. I widened my legs so he could move between them. He sat back on his heels, gazing down at me with an unexpected fondness. “This position?”
“Yeah. I like being able to see you.” If Carson was taking requests, I might as well ask for everything I wanted.
“Figured.” Carson gave a knowing smile.
“Prep is good.” I continued being direct about what I liked. Carson didn’t seem like the type to simply go for it with no warm-up, but I also wasn’t sure what his first-timer expectations might be either.
“Uh-huh.” Carson slicked his fingers before lightly teasing my rim. I relaxed into the touch, readying for penetration, but rather than pushing in, he shifted so he could swallow most of my cock while continuing to trace gentle circles.
“Fuck.” My moan seemed to come up from the floorboards. Carson had an absolutely killer lung capacity, which he used to hold my cock deep in his mouth as he slowly pushed two fingers in.
“This is hot.” He released my cock from his mouth so he could watch his fingers fucking me open. His curious awe made my cock that much harder. Being able to share this with him was a hell of a rush.
“Glad you like.” I had to breathe between each word as Carson found my prostate. He might be new to this, but he quickly figured out how to work the spot, pressing in on each thrust of his fingers. Need welled up in me, making my voice that much more ragged. “Anytime now. Ready.”
“I’m not.” Carson continued right on playing, watching his fingers intently. He shifted so he could take my cock back in his mouth, and the combo was very nearly too much for me.
