Page 82 of Topping the Jock
I recognized that gruffness in his voice. He was going to pounce on me right when I walked through the door. I hardened in my jeans and softly exhaled.
“Be right there.”
“You better.” Then he hung up on me.
A few minutes later, I parked in his driveway and got out of my truck, grabbing my overnight bag and approaching the front door. He pulled me inside and kissed me, kicking the door closed. I dropped my bag in the living room and let him lead me to the bedroom.
After our lovey-dovey confession in his classroom earlier, I was horny as hell and more than willing to let him fuck me as hard or fast as he wanted.
But he had other ideas.
“I want to do it different tonight,” Quinn said as he pushed me onto the bed. He slid his hands under my shirt as he crawled on top of me. “I want you to top me, Monty.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “When I saw you that day fucking Tyler in the locker room, I imagined you fuckingme. I wanted you to pound into me so bad. Then when we met up again, I was so pissed at you that I wanted to be the one in total control. My pride wouldn’t let me bottom for you.” Quinn pulled off my shirt before placing his glasses on the nightstand. “But I can’t stand it anymore. I need to feel you in every way possible.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, not wanting him to regret it later.
“A thousand times yes.”
I enveloped him in my arms before tugging off his shirt and tossing it aside to join mine on the floor. I kissed his smooth chest and popped the button on his pants. His fingers fumbled with my zipper, and I lifted my ass off the mattress so he could tug my jeans down.
You’d think with all the times we’d had sex, we’d be experts by now and everything would go smoothly. Yet, we fumbled with each other’s clothes in our desperation and laughed when our teeth clanked together. I went to grab the lube and accidentally knocked it off the nightstand in my eagerness, sending it flying.
Quinn chuckled as I had to get off the bed and walk over to get it, bare-assed and with a boner bobbing with every step.
“Come here, you,” I said once back on the bed. I gathered Quinn in my arms as I lay on top of him, our naked bodies sliding together. “When was the last time you bottomed?”
“About a month before you came back,” he answered. “So it hasn’t been too long.”
“I’ll still be careful anyway.”
He smiled as I kissed down his chest and traveled even lower. His nine-inch cock stood at the ready, begging for attention. I gripped his base and slipped the tip between my lips, savoring the sweet sound of his moan.
“Time for Sir Slick to come to the rescue,” I said, popping the cap on the lube.
Quinn put an arm over his face as his body shook with quiet laughs. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
I drizzled some lube over my fingers before rubbing them across his tight pucker. He jolted at the contact but relaxed back down, his eyes finding mine. We shared a smile. Things felt different between us. Not just because Quinn was bottoming for me for the first time. All of the barricades keeping us apart had been broken.
Finally, Quinn had let me in. He trusted me. The proof was in his easy smiles and how he opened himself up to me, body and soul.
I took my time prepping him, pushing one finger inside him knuckle-deep before easing in farther. I curved my finger, searching for his sweet spot.
“Jesus,” he said, fisting the sheet beneath him.
Found it.
I added a second finger after a minute or so, and he groaned when I started to scissor them. Once I was three fingers in and worked him for a while, Quinn grew impatient.
“Get up here and fuck me,” he said, panting. “I can’t wait anymore.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I rolled on a condom before hovering over him. Quinn’s cheeks were flushed as he peered up at me. With our eyes locked, he squirted lube into his hand and stroked my cock. His ass was still nice and slick from me prepping him too.
“Ready?” I asked.
