Even when he was bossy, he couldn’t resist saying please. My sweet, gorgeous sub. I kicked my sweatpants off and dropped to my knees on the kitchen floor in front of him—thank God despite the flour it was clean—and Heath kissed me again. Then he pushed me backward, so I was flat on my back on the cool tile. Heath shimmied out of his pants as well.
He was so pretty—and so different from that shy, cagey man he’d been when we’d first met. He stripped with confidence, and the threw me a grin before he straddled my hips. His cock was hard already, just from kissing me and sucking me off, and I couldn’t resist reaching out and running my fingers over his length, gathering precum with my fingers and then stroking him once.
Heath shivered at my touch, leaning back and bracing his hands on my thighs. My own cock twitched hard at the sight where it was pinned beneath him, between his soft sac and my belly. God, he was so gorgeous, his back arched and head thrown back, all that pretty pale skin on display. Then I slid my hands up his thighs to the crease of his hips. “What do you want, baby?”
“What I said,” Heath said with a sigh. “Want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?” I moved my hands to cup his ass and spread his cheeks wide. “Want me inside you?”
“Gonna ride you,” Heath said. He leaned forward and planted his hands on my chest, his gaze burning when it met mine.
I slid my hands further around and brushed my finger across his hole. I didn’t have any lube or anything, but—
He was slick. A little lose. “Heath,” I said low. “What’d you do?”
He huffed a shy laugh and tipped forward further, so his chest was flush against mine. His cock was suddenly pressed against mine, wet and hot, and the contact made me gasp. He shifted his hips back against my fingers.
“Stretched myself out at home,” he murmured into my throat. “Wanted to be ready for you.”
“Fucking hell.” My cock kicked hard and drooled precum. Desire clouded my brain and made my blood run molten inside me. “How’d it feel?”
“Good,” Heath said. “Not as good as your fingers, though.”
I pressed two fingers inside him easily and thrust deep. He keened at the contact and pressed closer to me, back arched as he pushed his hips back. Despite the prep he’d already done, he was still so warm and tight around me. I thrust my fingers into him slow, as deep as I could, and crooked them a little, searching, and then—
Heath gasped into the skin of my throat. “There.”
Sweat beaded on his, running from his nape down the divot of his spine. He reached over to his jeans and scrabbled at his pockets until he found lube and a condom—he’d come prepared. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away, and even though I wanted to keep fingering him, I was more than ready for what was coming next.
Heath rolled the condom onto me, slicked me up, and then grabbed my cock by the base and slid the head back and forth over his hole. He held himself up with his other hand on my chest, head tipped forward and eyes scrunched closed.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I murmured. “Gonna ride me, baby?”
He pushed his hips back. The head of my cock breached his hole. I gripped his hips hard enough to bruise as I fought the urge to buck up into him. He was so fucking tight, slick, wet, ready for me. Staying still took all my concentration. But it was worth it to see his mouth drop open in pleasure as he slowly, slowly lowered himself down my length until his ass was flush with my pelvis.
Hot. Tight. Overwhelming. He braced both hands on my chest and took a few deep breaths as he adjusted to my cock inside him. Heat flared inside me—a little bit of shameful pride always rose up when I thought about how big I was in comparison to him. How he had to stretch to accommodate me. I slid one hand off his hip and to his cock, stroking him slow and tight as he adjusted.
“Yes,” he said. “Like that. Touch me.”
I kept jerking him off slowly, and he began to grind his hips slowly, rolling them in slow circles on my cock. He gasped and shivered with each motion, and I knew I had to be pushing right