Page 48 of Putting Down Roots

“What is it?” His voice is soft, but there’s an edge to it.

“Are you sure?” I whisper. He leans over and cups my jaw with his hand, grazing his lips over mine.

“Absolutely. I want to try being vers. It’s been on my mind for a little while.”

“But—”

“Yeah, I know, pretty boys are always bottoms.”

I’d told him that weeks ago—I’d meant it too. It had been instilled into me at school.Pretty boys don’t get to choose, they don’t get to be tops, they get to shut up and put up.It’s something I’ve never questioned, because all of my sexual experiences have been either hook-ups, or transactional at best. Until I met Jackson, who is continuing to turn my world upside down.

“Don’t you want to?” he asks, concern flickering across his face. Though I can see desire swirling in his eyes.

“I’ve never done it before,” I own up. I haven’t even considered it. Pretty boys don’t.

“Oh. I thought you had at least . . .” I shake my head.

He kisses me slowly, his tongue working its way into my mouth. I suck it in and he bites gently on my bottom lip. I can feel my desire building. He reaches down and runs his fingers down my cock, which even through my jeans, jumps under his touch. He runs his fingers up its length and pushes his thumb down firmly on the end. I nearly buck under the pressure. A moan escapes me.

“Would you like to fuck me, baby?” he asks between kisses. His thumb making slow circles round my end. I know I’m already sticky with pre-cum.

“Uh-huh,” are the only words I can form.

“Good,” he whispers against my mouth, “Let’s turn pretty boysdon’tinto pretty boysdo.”

Jackson grabs my hand, and I slide out his side of the van.

Within minutes, we’re in my bedroom.

Jackson is undressing before we reach the bedroom, in between kisses and groans. He helps me and I help him.

Soon he throws himself back on the bed, his head on the pillows, looking at me lasciviously.

“Come here. Let me have a taste of that delicious cock.”

I kneel over his chest. He grabs the base of my cock with one hand and an arse cheek with the other. He draws me towards him.

“Fuck my mouth first, before you fuck my hole.” He growls.

I’m already dripping pre-cum.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on much longer.”

His eyes glitter in response, like that’s exactly what he wants, and it’s so hot. He takes all of me in his mouth. Then pulls me forward, holding my hips to pound at him, fucking his sexy mouth. All the time his eyes are on mine, dancing with joy—he has me exactly where he wants me. It’s where I want to be, too. I barely last a minute before my release. When I pull out, he drags me down for a kiss, then I lie half on him while he combs his fingers through my hair. I need a few minutes to recharge, but I can feel his erection against my hip. I run my hands down his chest and trail a finger up and down its length.

I hear his breath hitch.

“You want to try?” He husks. I love how he’s always so tender and makes sure I’m okay, or ready. It’s not something that I’m used to, and it still makes my heart flutter every time he does it. I raise myself up and kiss him before working my way down his chest. He lets out a groan when I bite his nipple, and my cock responds. I feather kisses across his stomach, before licking the pre-cum off his end. He draws his knees up and I kneel between them. This time, it’s my turn to ask.

“You ready?”

The dark, hungry look is back as he nods at me.

Reaching for the lube, I liberally apply some to my finger. I play my fingers round his hole to spread the lube, and he spreads his legs wider. He gasps a little as my finger slides in, but when I look at him, he’s smiling broadly. It’s only a few minutes of me easing my finger in and out before he demands more and I add a second. He writhes as I continue to use my fingers on him.

“More.” It’s more of a breath than a word, but I understand and slide in a third, fucking and stretching him with my fingers. I lightly graze his prostate and his head shoots back as he groans.

“Fuck!”

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