Page 42 of Glitter

Okay, that seemed to skew things more toward the second situation, which…fuck yeah. I would love for him to ride me. In bed. Just to clear things up, I went ahead and asked him, “Uh…in bed? You want to ride me in bed?”

“Well, I did,” Dusti replied, his lower lip still poked out in an adorable pout. “But then I thought about how much effort I’d have to expend and… Not that you’re not worth tons of effort, Benny,” he quickly interjected. “You are. It’s just…I kinda don’t want to.”

Dusti looked very concerned that I was going to be upset by what he said. And I wanted to reassure him that I wasn’t. Really, I did. But before that…

“Alright. First… Can I get up off the floor now, Dusti?” I asked him.

A sheepish expression crossed his face as he said, “Oh. Oops. Sorry about that. Of course, you can sit on the bed.”

When I tried to stand up, I listed severely to one side, and I was a bit worried I was going to fall over. But I somehow held onto my balance and was able to lumber my way on to the bed, grunting and groaning more than I would want to admit to.

Laying half on my back and half on my side, I gave my body a moment to adjust to no longer being on all fours. Then I brought up the second thing I wanted to say. “I’m pretty sure there’s a way you can ride me, but I’ll still be doing most, or all, of the work,” I told him.

“That’s not fair, though—”

I interrupted him to remind him, “Whatever you want, angel, remember? I said that we would always do whatever you wanted, no matter what it is. So, if you want to ride me, even if it means I’m doing everything…I’m really fucking okay with that.”

Dusti’s pout vanished like it had never existed. “Really?” he asked. “I get to ride you?”

At my nod, he shoved my shoulder to roll me all the way onto my back. Then he slung one of his legs over me, straddling my hips.

“Okay, so how is this working?”

“You mean you’re not going to tell me?” I teased. “How am I supposed to know what to do if you’re not telling me what to do?”

I yelped when he pinched my nipple.

“Asshole,” he muttered. Giving me a flat stare, he said, “Since this is your idea, I’ll let you be in charge. But just this once,” he added, pointing a finger at my nose. “We both like it when I’m giving the orders, so don’t go thinking we’re going to change that up.”

He made a good point.

“Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do,” I started. But then I realized we needed to cross off a few other basic issues before we got into the actual fucking. “Oh, wait. Condoms. And lube. We need condoms and lube. And prepping. I have to prep you before we—”

“Condoms and lube are where they always are,” Dusti said. “Conveniently right under my pillow. If you… Stretch your arm just a little and you can reach them. And as for prepping me… There’s no need. I did that in the shower.”

“You don’t always have to be the one to do that,” I told him, a frown tugging at the corner of my mouth. “I like prepping you.” Frown turning into a leer, I stated, “I really liked getting you all loose and open with my mouth.”

Dusti squirmed in my lap, which did wonderful things for my dick.

“Yes, well… I had to wash down there anyway,” he said. “So, I just did a little extra and got myself ready at the same time. It’s not a big deal.” Leaning down, his mouth hovered over mine, so close to kissing me, but not quite closing the gap. “And I’m really impatient to get your cock in me,” he added. “I didn’t want to wait any longer than I needed to.”

I really wished he would’ve let me prep him, but there would be other times. Right now, he wasn’t the only one impatient for my cock to be inside his ass.

“Okay, so here’s what we’ll do,” I repeated. “You’re going to kneel over me, sort of what you’re already doing. Then you’ll lean forward and put your elbows on my shoulders, with the backs of your upper arms resting on my chest.”

Dusti wordlessly murmured an acknowledgement, then shifted his body into the position I’d described. Once he had arranged himself the way I wanted, I said, “This should keep you stable enough while I…”

“While you… What? While you what?”

“While I pound my dick into your ass from below,” I said.

“Fuck. Fuck, yes. Do it. Please. Do it.”

“Hold on. Need to grab the condom and lube first.”

Shoving my hand beneath his pillow, I found the condom and lube right where he’d said it would be. It was a bit harder to do with his body in the way, but I managed to get the condom open and rolled down my aching cock. Popping open the bottle of lube, I aimed a generous drizzle of it on my dick and squeezed a little bit of extra in his crack.

Flinging the bottle aside, I smeared the lube around my cock, getting it nice and coated. Wrapping my right hand around the base of my dick, I ran the left down Dusti’s back. When it reached the top of his ass, I dipped my fingers into his crease, going by feel to find his hole.

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