Page 109 of Burn It Down

He nods.

“Words, baby.”

He rolls his eyes and grits his teeth. “Yes.”

I smile, realizing his nervousness is shortening his temper. I can tell he wants to get right to it, but that isn’t how this is going to work. I plan to have him so turned on and so ready for me, he’ll wonder what all the fuss about the pain was.

“Good.” Without warning, I rip him off the wall, pushing him toward the bed with my free hand on his shoulder blade.

I’ve never been someone’s firsttopbefore. I was a little afraid my dislike of calling the shots in the bedroom would make this difficult, but the opposite seems to be happening. His need for this is making my ability to control the situation clear and confident. Knowing he’s traditionally thought of the bottom as the weaker partner, I’m rough with him now to prove he’s just as strong as he’s always been, regardless of whether he’s taking cock or giving it.

He lands on the bed, already short-tempered from his nerves and spins on me, pushing back against my shoulders.

“You could’ve just asked me to get on the bed,” he seethes.

I give him a cocky smile. “I’ll be gentle when the time comes, but right now isn’t it.” I flip him onto his stomach, straddling his thighs and smack him across his ass before rubbing my palms along the skin to soothe the sting.

He bucks under me, pushing up on his hands, trying to twist so he can face me. I bear down on his legs, but his extra mass wins and he knocks me off to the side. Thankfully this bed is big enough for these games.

He rolls with me, pinning me to the mattress, with my hands trapped between my legs underneath his body.

Just like I wanted.

He’s now straddling me and if I flex my wrist, my middle fingertip will hit its mark. Physiologically, the fight or flight response elicits the same reaction in the body as being turned on. I want him to fight me so his elevated heart rate pumpsincreased testosterone through his veins, adding to his lust, dulling his nerves and numbing any pain.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.Come on, Dylan. Lean forward. Open yourself up for me.

He only hesitates for a second before leaning forward and sealing our mouths together as his hands dive into my hair. He groans and I move my finger into place, applying pressure on the outside of his hole.

He jerks, but doesn’t pull away.

“That’s it, baby, relax into it.”

“Are you topping me from the bottom?” he asks against my mouth, making my smile widen.

“How about we forget about labels and roles and norms and expectations, and we just fuck like two guys in love?” I ask, all the while, rubbing small circles along his puckered flesh to get him comfortable with sensation.

By the time he agrees, he’s pushing back onto my finger a little.

Knowing he’s enjoying it thus far, I wrap my legs around his torso and roll us — gently this time — so I’m back on top. I quickly scramble off his legs so I can spread them and push them in the air while I lay down on my stomach.

One swipe of my tongue across his asshole and I know I’m done for.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he barks, trying to pull out of my grip. He’s not successful though, because the short fight pumped my own muscles up and now that I know what he tastes like, no fucking way is he getting away from me this time.

“I’m eating your ass. What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”

I wrap my hands around his quads, locking him to my face as I continue my assault while he tires himself out. Once he realizeshe’s lost the fight, I loosen my grip on his legs and spread his cheeks wider.

“Jake…I don’t think…ohhh shit…I’ve never…fuck…are you sure you…oh wow…that feels…”

While he keeps rambling, I gather spit in my mouth and aim it right at his asshole. Maybe I should keep it PG butgoddamnhe makes me feel dirty in the best way possible and I want him there with me.

“Did you just…”he starts.

I spit again and bury my tongue inside him this time.

“OH FUCK!Oh, goddamnit. Jake…” Finally, he gives in the way I need him to. “Fuck it. Give me more.”

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