Page 37 of Wrapped Up In You
“What? I don’t need that with you, Luce. I know it makes you uncomfortable.”
“Maybe it has in the past. But I want to try it, at least once, and if there’s anyone I would trust to top me, it’s you.”
My stomach flip-flopped. I was honored he would trust me with this but terrified I’d hurt him.
“Are you sure?”
He took the lube from me, poured some over my condom-covered cock, then on his fingers before he reached behind himself and began to awkwardly try to work himself open. I took the little bottle from him, lubed my own fingers, and grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Let me.”
I pulled him forward so he was straddling my abdomen, making it easier to reach. With one hand, I stroked his cock and his eyes closed on a full-body shudder. With the other hand, I slid back to his hole, circling it with my lubed fingertip and pressing it inside. I got farther in than last time, but now I moved slower, pressing deeper, looking for that spot I knew would light him up.
“Relax for me, Lucy.”
“I’m trying.”
“Honey, we don’t have to do this.”
His eyes flew open. “I want to try.”
“I know, but you have to relax. I don’t want to hurt you.” He looked so frustrated. “Let’s switch places. I think it’ll be easier for you if you don’t have to hold yourself up.”
He climbed off me, and we switched places. “Pull up your knees. Let me see that pretty hole.” He did as I asked, spreading his legs wide, his pucker on display for me. I leaned forward and kissed him, pressing my finger past his ring of muscle once again as I took his mouth in mine. With my other hand, I stroked his dick, and the distraction worked as I slowly felt him relax, and I was able to slip my finger in a little farther. I continued to work him, both his dick and his hole, adding one finger at a time until I had three fingers buried deep. I found the spongy button inside him and tapped, gratified when his hips punched up and he let out a string of curses as he writhed on my fingers.
“That’s it, Lucy. Go a little crazy for me.”
I continued to stroke him as I stretched him, alternating scissoring my fingers with tapping on his prostate until he was a begging, whimpering mess. Satisfied he was sufficiently prepped, I withdrew my fingers, marveling at the sight of his hole so open and ready for me. I placed my cockhead at his entrance and pressed forward ever so slightly, wanting desperately to bury myself inside of him but wanting to be sure one more time this was what he wanted.
“You sure? Last chance to back out.”
“Fucking fuck me already.”
My cock jumped at those words, at the needy demand in them. Had anyone ever wanted me this much? I sure as shit didn’t think I’d ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted him in that moment.
I pressed my dick forward, breaching his entrance, taking my time to ensure I didn’t hurt him, despite the fact I desperately wanted to bury myself to the hilt and pound him into next week.
Halfway in, he took matters into his own hands, wrapping his legs around me and using those powerful runner’s legs to pull me the rest of the way into him. I slid home and took a moment to let him adjust. If I was being honest, I needed a moment myself. His eyes were locked on mine, the blue pools so intense it was hard to look at him, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away. What was this between us? It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
He tilted his hips ever so slightly, encouraging me to move and sending electric currents through my cock. I was so close to losing it already, buried in the heat of him, so tight and warm. I thought I might burn alive.
I pulled back and slid home again, undulating my hips as I began to set a moderate rhythm. “Faster, Hayden. You aren’t going to break me.”
“You topping from the bottom?”
“Damn right. Would you expect anything less?”
My face lit in a wide grin. “Not from my Lucy.”
I started to pick up the pace, delicious sparks moving through me with each thrust. He took his dick in hand, stroking in time with each punch of my hips. “Faster, Hay. Fucking wreck me.”
“Shit.” I pounded into him, hard and fast, over and over again, grunting and panting with each stroke. He closed his eyes, a little wrinkle forming on his brow as he continued to stroke himself faster and faster.
His fist was a blur, and I thought he was close, but I was also fairly sure I hadn’t pegged his prostate yet, and if this was his first time bottoming, I was going to motherfucking make sure I did it right. I pulled his legs off my waist, pushing his knees back to his shoulders, changing the angle and rocking my hips up into him. Something between a shriek and a groan ripped from his lips, and his dick erupted, unloading rope after rope of thick cum all over his chest. I let loose my own roar as I buried myself deep inside him and unloaded into the condom. Time seemed to stand still as I came in never-ending pulses.
As I came back to myself, he reached for me, pulling me forward on top of him, holding me against his chest, our sweat and his cum trapped between us. I lay like that for a long time, listening to his heartbeat as it tried to return to a normal tempo.
“Holy shit. That was…wow,” he said between breaths.
I tilted my head up to look at him. “It was good?”
