Upside Down (Breaking the Rules #3) - A.M. Madden Page 0,99
to truly educate me on how it’s done.”
Well, fuck me… or him. Finally.
“You don’t need to ask me twice, Cooper.” I shifted to a sitting position, taking the manual and tossing it to the ground. When I reached for the dildo, he tossed it before I could. “Exactly. You get me and only me. I’ve been waiting for this since the night we first kissed. I believe I deserve the rewards over a silicone cock.”
He wordlessly stood and stripped, making himself as naked as I’d been for the past hour. He then took his place on his back beside me and entwined his fingers behind his head. “I’m all yours.” Meeting his heated gaze was an easy chore. I could stare into his eyes all day—a kaleidoscope of grays, greens, and golds. When he was happy or excited, they turned even greener… like now. His straight nose, full lips, and sexy scruff were all physical attributes that had first attracted me. But now the man I’d grown to know was what had my dick harder than a fucking baseball bat.
Not wanting to waste any more time with foreplay, I positioned myself between his bent knees. I’d seen Cooper naked plenty of times. That damn tattoo below the ridge on his hips never failed to make me squirm—and the same could be said of that trail of dark hair that stretched from his belly button to his cock. The sight of him naked always caused my body to react in a way that was almost embarrassing. He knew it, and he used it to his advantage.
This time I was at the advantage. Having him stretched bare and ready before me now, knowing what we were about to do, was worth the wait. He watched me in awe as I skimmed my fingers over his short pubic hair before wrapping a fist around his shaft. And I smirked like the prick I was when his lips parted to accommodate the hitch in his altered breathing.
Shifting to bring my face to the apex of his thighs, I took my time properly prepping him with my mouth and fingers. I gently slid a finger inside, commencing long, slow strokes. His face twisted from the discomfort he felt, but I knew it would be short lived. Sure enough, it wasn’t surprising to see him beginning to get worked up into quite a state from my prep methods.
That was all purposeful on my part, bringing him to the edge. But fuck, I was no better. The tight warmth that surrounded my fingers spurred the need to fist my own cock in an attempt to hold its needs at bay. As I slightly curled inside him to skim over that magic spot, and a carnal groan rumbled through him, I knew he was ready.
My heart beat faster as I grabbed a pillow to position under his hips. If he was nervous, I wouldn’t know it because I had a hard enough of a time tamping down my own release. Never had I been so turned on by getting another man ready. It had always been a necessary step toward my bliss, but tonight it amplified it.
Getting the condom on my cock and lubing us up was pure torture. “Are you ready?” I asked, my voice strained for its own reasons.
“I’m ready.”
His words served as a waving green flag, and when I pressed the tip of my cock into him, I sucked in a breath as he held his. “Breathe, baby,” I encouraged, knowing the deeper I slid, the sharper his pain would be. Meanwhile, my euphoria swelled as much as the cock that his tight heat surrounded.
I knew that discomfort he felt would last only a few seconds before it morphed into something else… a fullness that engulfed, bringing with it pure pleasure. Determined to get him there, I continued to slip deeper until my pelvis met his ass.
“Talk to me, baby. Are you okay?”
“Yes,” he breathed through the pain. “Don’t move. Just give me a second.”
I did as he asked, taking his dick in my hand to begin a slow, purposeful pump.
“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. I knew exactly what he was experiencing. I knew he was currently in that state between malaise and ecstasy. “Okay. I’m okay.” While squeezing his eyes shut, he begged, “Go, please. Move.”
On his command, I began a series of slow pelvic pistons and measured fist pumps. His thighs spreading farther apart had me asking, “Are you uncomfortable?”