Page 70 of The Manny

He gave a flattered smile. “Thanks.”

“I need to make time to work out.”

“You look perfect,” he rasped. “Uh… we never discussed who will be what. I guess we should.”

“I assumed you’d top. Was I wrong?”

“Nope.” He smirked. “It’s just, as bossy as you are, I thought you might expect me to bottom. But I don’t bottom. Ever.”

“I see.” I bit my lower lip and unzipped my jeans. “Works for me.”

Despite his tough-guy act, when I acquiesced easily, there was obvious relief in his eyes. I’d assumed he’d be the top because I knew Jack liked control. Being a bottom took a lot of trust. It was no surprise to me he wasn’t willing to give me that yet. Maybe one day, but it wasn’t that important to me. For me, sex wasn’t about who was on top or who was on the bottom. It was about the emotional connection with my partner. Without that, a dildo would suffice.

Once we were both naked, I got on the bed first. Jack grabbed a condom and lube from the nightstand, and he joined me. He didn’t just mount me immediately, which was a relief. You never knew with a new partner what they’d be like in bed. I was pleased when Jack laid down beside me and began to lightly run his fingers over my bare skin.

Enjoying the rough feel of his calloused hands on my flesh, I moved into his touch. “Feels nice,” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm.”

“I’ve wanted to touch you for a while now.” He kissed my shoulder, inhaling. “You always smell so fucking good.”

I laughed. “Do I?”

“Yep.” He nibbled my skin. “Good enough to eat.”

I shivered. “Feel free.”

He smiled. “Where should I start?”

“Anywhere you want.”

“How about here?” He slipped his hand between my thighs, and I moaned as his fingers brushed my balls.

“Sure,” I breathed.

He moved his position, kneeling between my knees. He leaned down and his warm breath swept over my cock. I moaned as he suckled one of my swollen balls, his tongue swirling and teasing the aching flesh. He moved on to the next one, repeating the same delicious motions. When he sucked one ball into his warm mouth, I dug my heels into the bed.

“That’s nice,” I rasped. He did the same thing with the other ball, and I opened my thighs wider. “Oh, yeah.”

He licked and suckled my nuts for a while longer, and then he moved up to my dick. Running his tongue up the shaft, he then gently took the tip into the warm cave of his mouth. I hissed and tangled my fingers in his hair, trying not to thrust. But when he took me deep into his throat, I couldn’t hold back. I had to push deeper, groaning at the perfect suction on my throbbing flesh.

I fucked his mouth, hissing at how good it felt. It was hard to believe Jack had my cock in his throat, but this was really happening. My tough-ass boss was letting me use his tight throat to get off.

“Fuck, I’d love to come down your throat,” I moaned. “Make you swallow every drop of my cum.”

He groaned, his voice vibrating along the length of my cock. He must have liked my words though because his suction increased.

I whimpered, “I’m gonna come if you keep sucking me like that.” He didn’t stop, so I tugged gently at his hair. “Jack, don’t make me come. I want you to fuck me.”

He pulled his mouth off of me and his eyes glittered salaciously. “Worry, not. I’m gonna fuck you.”

“Come closer. I want to kiss you.”

He obliged, moving up my naked body. He lowered himself on me, and we both groaned at the press of naked flesh on naked flesh. I rubbed my hands down his back, leaning up to kiss him. His mouth opened against mine, and we shared a long, lusty kiss.

There was nothing more delicious than the feeling of being pressed into the mattress by the heavy weight of a man. I loved giving Jack the power, and I spread my thighs in invitation. In bed was one place I didn’t mind being controlled, in fact, I liked it. I wanted Jack to take what he wanted, and kind of liked the idea of him using my body for his pleasure. I wanted to watch him unravel as he came, showing me a vulnerability only a lover got to glimpse.

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