I do my best to explain using different words to convey that when he’s ready, I’m open to anything he’s comfortable with.
“Was that the wrong thing to say?” I ask, afraid the timing is off, or my request carries more weight than I’d thought.
“No, I just…I assumed you’d prefer to top for your first time,” he admits.
“Well, based on how much I’ve enjoyed, uh…exploring…I really think I’ll enjoy anything as long as it’s with you.”
Zeke half rolls, half falls off me and onto the floor. Once he’s vertical, he reaches out a hand.
“You’re sure?” he asks, even though I feel like the line belongs to us both at this point.
“Yes,” I say confidently.
Taking his hand, I allow him to pull me from the couch, and I follow him to our room. I haven’t slept upstairs since sharing his bed that first night, and I never want to sleep apart from him again.
I waste no time turning on the gas logs in here, ripping the covers back, and climbing underneath, eager for him to join me.
Both completely naked, I roll onto my stomach, turn my head sideways, and rest it on my forearm so I can watch him mount me in my peripheral vision.
I feel his hands first. Fingertips spread wide, they run up my back like a masseuse, and my cock twitches against the mattress simply from Zeke’s touch.
“That feels so good already,” I admit, goosebumps breaking out along my skin as he rakes his nails down the path his hands just made. He scratches lightly across the sensitive skin of my ass, heightening all my senses.
He may not be fucking me tonight, but it’s definitely one step closer.
I can feel his hands fan out across my ass cheeks, his thumbs on either side of my crack as he spreads me open.
“Fuck,” he whispers, breathing hard.
“You can do that, too, baby. Whatever you want,” I say, my voice sounding strained to my own ears.
The next thing I know, Zeke pushes his hips forward and his dick slides along my crease. His body trembles above me as mine follows suit. I don’t regret the request, just the position, because I can’t grip my cock from here, and it’s begging to be touched.
“If I go ass up, can you still reach to keep doing that?” I ask, desperate to fist my cock.
“I think so. Are you okay?” he asks, his voice full of concern, like mine usually is.
“More than,” I reassure him. “Just need to touch my dick.”
The bed shifts as Zeke moves to his knees, instead of a saddle position with his legs tucked under him. Before I have a chance to change my position, he grips my hips, pulling them into the air.
My stiff cock points forward, straight as an arrow, and as soon as I wrap my fist around it, a sigh of relief catches in my throat.
“Feel good?” Zeke asks from behind me.
“So fucking good,” I answer.
Thankfully, he waited until I’d said the words before driving forward again, because as soon as he does, I’m stripped of the ability to speak, completely reduced to grunts and groans.
I don’t think I’ll last long here, but I also don’t think Zeke minds.
Chapter 26
Zeke
I’ve never had control, and I think that makes me crave it more than normal. Seeing Talon become vulnerable like thisfor meis intoxicating. Hearing him say my name while bearing himself to me makes me feel complete in a way I didn’t know I could.
If I’m honest, part of me was afraid to agree to Talon’s request. Even if it’s not fucking, I was afraid there might be something in me that got off on Talon’s submission the way Derek did on mine. Some switch that got flipped because of all the trauma.
