Page 65 of For All It's Worth
I caressed and kissed over his chest, worshipping every inch, nipping at each nipple in turn, working my way down, and scooting back to pull him down on the bed.
He chuckled at my manhandling and followed my directions. The heat in his gaze seared me and I shucked off my sweats and opened the button of his jeans.
The bed rocked as Charlie hastily kicked his legs free of his jeans. “Fucking skinny jeans were a bad idea,” he groused, making me laugh. Flinging the offending item to the floor, he stretched out with a quick grin.
“Better,” I told him with a smirk as he lay waiting in his black boxer briefs, his erection tenting them, a damp spot visible in the material.
I paused for a minute just taking him in and feeling the heat between us ramp up as we studied each other. How did I express this next bit?
“I like to top,” I told him simply if a bit abruptly.
“Cool, I like to bottom.” He winked at me and I couldn’t contain the burst of laughter.
Resting my hands on his thighs I said, “I’m being serious.”
“So am I. I just don’t do it very often. People tend to assume.”
I gave him a knowing look. “Do they now?” sarcasm drenching my tone.
“Fair.” He laughed and pulled me close to kiss me quickly. “I guess I’m guilty of making that assumption too, or I’d never thought seriously about how things would work between us. I would have asked though, just in case I was wrong.”
“I believe you.” I pulled him in for another kiss, addicted to his taste. “This is when, usually, guys would get annoyed because being practical ‘ruins the mood,’” I said when I pulled away from the kiss. Charlie’s lips were wet and slightly swollen. His pupils dilated until only a thin ring of blue remained.
“Hmm, want me to go clean up? Do you have stuff?” He read my thoughts far too easily.
“Yeah, there’s a kit in the bathroom.”
“Want me to stretch a little, too?”
I had a glove on hand for that and I held it up in question.
“That might actually be hot. I can pretend you’re a doctor giving me a prostate exam.” He grinned before moving into the bathroom.
“Where’s the—? Oh, found it,” he called.
While he was busy prepping, I removed my sweats and briefs and got the lube and a condom from the nightstand.
I lay back and waited casually stroking my cock back to full hardness. I’d thought that I’d cut the desire between us like I had so many times before, but Charlie had surprised me with how open he was to working with my quirks.
He appeared, fully naked and stunning, in the doorway and my skin burned with the heat of his approving stare. He was still fully erect, a bead of precum on the tip of his cock.
I reached for him as he approached and I moaned into his mouth at our kiss. He settled next to me on the bed and we used the moment to explore each other's bodies for the first time.
Charlie picked up the condom from under his hip, opened it, and rolled it on. I gave him a puzzled look. “So I don’t get cum on the sheets.”
He grinned and I shoved at his shoulder, then turned back to the nightstand to get another. It should have put a damper on the mood, but it didn’t. I loved that Charlie wasn’t showing any sign of disapproval at how I needed things. Every touch he gave showed how much he wanted this, wanted us.
He took the condom from me and carefully rolled it on. He then handed me the lube and the glove.
“I really want to feel you stretch me.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, it’s a bit kinky with the glove, I’m into it.” He gave a cheeky grin, lightening the mood.
I slipped it on and lubed up a couple of fingers as Charlie moved flush against me, taking my lips in a hard kiss, his hands moving to grip my ass and grind our dicks together.
We both groaned at the contact and I moved my lips to his neck as I ran a gloved finger down his crack. I circled his hole, rubbing it lightly as Charlie gasped and writhed against me. His mouth moved over my shoulder and collarbone to my Adam's apple. He sucked on it with a moan as my finger breached him.
