Snuggling up on the couch, with Jay’s back fitting snugly against me, we plan to watch a movie, but there’s been something on my mind since our first time together, and now feels like the right moment to bring it up.
Before he presses play, I lean in, my lips brushing his ear.
“Do you ever top?” I whisper, anticipation in my voice.
It’s been a long time since I’ve bottomed, but with him, I want it.
For most of my adult life, sex was in front of a camera. I craved control then, but now I want to let go and explore every aspect of sex with him.
He shifts against me, his eyes widening slightly in mild surprise before the familiar glint of amusement crosses his face.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice low and grainy. “I love to top, but it’s been a while. Why do you ask?”
He knows exactly what I’m getting at.
I slide my hands beneath his shirt, tracing slow lines along the warm skin, kissing across his collarbone, and licking my way back up to his ear and whispering, “I want you to fuck me, baby.”
Quickly forgetting the movie, Jay straddles me, his mouth crashing onto mine. Plunging his tongue deep inside, he dives in like he’s trying to lick my insides. And I’m here for it.
I give back as good as I get. Our lips, teeth, and tongues clashing in a desperate dance. I trace a path with my tongue down his jaw to the spot behind his ear that drives him crazy, and I suck, feeling his body respond to mine.
Our cocks strain against the confines of our clothes, a barrier that needs to be removed as soon as humanly possible.
“Let’s take a shower,” Jay suggests, his voice husky as he grinds into me.
I stand up, his legs wrapped around my waist, our lips never breaking contact. Carrying him to the bathroom, we remove our clothes in a frenzied hurry.
Under the steamy spray, we soap each other up, our slick hands exploring every curve and contour. Jay turns me around, his fingers lingering on my ass, cleaning and preparing me. The promise of his tongue on me sends shivers of anticipation down my spine.
Once we’re clean, we waste no time toweling off and making our way to his bedroom. I sprawl out on the bed, while Jay grabs the lube from his nightstand, tossing it beside me. His eyes rove over my body, pure lust etched on his face. I’m hard and ready, my cock standing at attention.
“You have no idea what’s in store for you, do you?” he asks, his voice commanding.
I didn’t know he had this dominant side, but I like it. I want him to take control, to own me.
“Hands and knees,” he orders, and I eagerly comply.
Oh yeah, I’m going to like this a lot.
I can feel his gaze on my ass, practically feeling the heat of it. The bed creaks as he climbs on, his knees pressing into the mattress behind me. His hands roam up my back, my skin prickling as he skims the surface. He leans down, his chest pressing against me, his lips and tongue tracing a path down my spine. Then, suddenly, a sharp sting on my right ass cheek as he bites down.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, the unexpected sensation sending electric jolts through my body.
Jay chuckles, shifting to the other cheek, biting down again.
“God, baby, you’re driving me crazy.”
“You like that?” he murmurs. “Just wait until you feel what comes next.”
Before I have time to form another thought, he spreads my ass cheeks wide open, and then his tongue is on me—licking, sucking, nipping. Holy fuck, it feels so good. When he slips inside, I nearly launch off the bed, but he holds me firmly in place, feasting on me like a starving man.
Pre-cum leaks from my cock, my body trembling with need. I’m so turned on. Pushing back against his face, he spears his tongue, delving deeper inside me. This is ecstasy, pure and simple.
After what feels like an eternity of blissful torture, he eases a finger inside me, slowly at first, then deeper. He adds a second, spit-slicked finger, stretching me open.
The snap of the lube bottle cap brings me back to reality for a moment. The cool liquid drips down my crack as he pours it on me, adding a third finger, scissoring them, prepping me for what’s coming.
“Fuck, I’m ready, baby,” I choke out.
