“You have no idea.” I pull him up for a kiss. I want to devour him right now. Finally being alone again, especially after last night, it’s hard to believe that any of this is real.
Ryan rises to his feet, but on his way he pulls my shirt over my head. Then, he’s quick to do the same with himself, removing both his shirt and his pants. Once naked he presses me down onto the mattress and slots himself between my legs.
We both sigh in relief when our erections slide against each other. This is it. This is what I needed. What I love. The two of us losing ourselves with each other.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he says as he sighs and presses his body more firmly against mine. He begins to rock his hips, creating more friction between us. It’s delectable and messy as our sweat and precum begin to mix together, giving our dicks less resistance as we grind them together.
He begins to slow his movements, then looks down at me. He caresses my face with his hands, looking like he wants to ask me something, but I have no idea what that can be. What I do wish is that he’d start thrusting again to drag our dicks together.
But he doesn’t. Instead with complete confidence in his voice he asks, “Will you fuck me?”
My eyes go wide with my shock. Which makes Ryan laugh in a completely unselfconscious way. “I’ll take that as a no,” he says.
I shake my head quick. “It’s not a no,” I say. “It’s just not what I was expecting.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Would you rather the other way around?”
“No.” I shake my head again, then nod. “I’m fine with either. You just surprised me is all.”
“Okay,” he says, slowly. “Do youwant to?”
I flip him over. “Hell yeah, I fucking want to!”
He laughs underneath me and props himself up in his elbows so he can reach his lips up to mine. “Good,” he says, as he repositions his legs so I can fall between them. “Then hurry up and grab the lube. I’m far too horny for all this waiting.”
Rushing to the bedside table, I pull the lube out of the top drawer. I’m honestly still shocked that this is where this is going. I mean, I’ve topped before, not often, but I do have some experience. I’ve also been the bottom, and that’s worked out great too. I don’t have a preference. But I will admit that a part of me had always figured that Ryan would rather be in control here.
Hell, he usually is. And he probably will be later, so I should take advantage of this opportunity now.
Once I have the lube open, I squeeze some over my fingers, then reach my hand to the space between his legs. He spreads them wider for me, and as I begin to massage his hole I lean down and kiss him.
He moans around my lips, then opens his mouth wide and slides his tongue into my mouth. His kiss is slow and languid, unhurried, and I use it as a cue on how to work my fingers around his rim. He doesn’t want me to rush this and neither do I. But I also want to make sure he’s ready for the moment I slip my dick inside him.
Breaking our kiss, he looks up at me. His eyes are full of heat. “I’m ready for you. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Funny. Neither do I. I mean, fuck, it’s not like I haven’t been wanting to do this for the last eight years or anything.
I pour more lube onto my hand, then smear it around my dick, making sure I’m as slick as possible.
He adjusts himself underneath me, angling his hips so that his hole is more exposed and easier to reach.
With my hand wrapped around the base of my cock, I guide it closer to him. When the head presses against his rim, I gently begin to push myself inside. I’m met with little resistance and we both sigh as I breach him.
He’s warm and tight around me. And my head and dick are both swimming in ecstasy. How is this my life? How is this real? When did it even become possible that I would find myself in this position with the man of my dreams open underneath me, accepting my cock?
Not just accepting it. Loving it. Moaning as I begin to slowly thrust in and out of him.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he says. He grabs the backs of his knees and pulls them down, opening himself up even more for me.
I was wrong about him giving up control. Because in this position, I’m completely gone for him. Underneath me, he rocks his body back and forth, taking charge of the pace with which I fuck him. His eyes remain locked on mine and once he has me moving in a rhythm, he lets go of the back of his right knee, then hooks the heel of that leg behind my back. With his hand now free, he grabs hold of his dick and starts jerking himself off at the same pace as my thrusts up into him.
I’m not going to last long like this. He feels too good and I’m too overwhelmed by this entire experience. All of it. All of him. All of my dreams coming true at once. Ryan. The NHL. The playoffs. It’s all here for me to have.
“I’m so close,” Ryan says, his hips moving faster.
I pick up my pace and start thrusting into him faster and harder, chasing my own pleasure as he chases his.
“Oh fuck,” he cries out. His voice sounds strained as his rim contracts in pulses around my dick. I’m so lost in the feel of it, I almost miss the sight of him coming all over himself between us.
