Page 69 of Hot Doggin'
Despite that, I’m nervous as fuck. Not because I’m worried about what he thinks when he looks at me, but because I’ve never done this before. Obviously we’re both gonna suck at this. Will it hurt? Will I tap out before we finish?
Are we destined to be sides the rest of our lives?
The mattress dips beneath Stiles‘s weight as he sits next to me. “You gonna take it off or leave it on?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” I admit with a laugh. “All I know is how bad I want to do it.”
Stiles chuckles. “Same. We’re gonna figure this out together. Like we do with everything. First, we have to figure out the best angle to go about this. Then we’ll know if the position is good for your leg or not.”
God, what would I do without him? I hope I never have to find out. “I don’t know. This is one instance where I can’t use porn as research. You know they fake that shit just so it looks good.”
“Lucky for you, I googled it.”
My head whips around. “No, you didn’t! You did?”
“I did,” he grins. “According to the large community of bottoms on Reddit, the easiest position for your first time is to ride your partner, that way you can set the pace and only go as deep as you want.”
“That sounds like it makes sense. Is that what you want?”
“Mac.” Stiles’s calloused fingers brush over my jaw. “I want inside of you so bad, I don’t care if we’re standing on our fucking heads.”
I can’t stop grinning. “You want inside of me that bad?”
“Not because I need to come that bad, but because I want to make you mine. I want to put your fears to rest and show you that we can do this. There’s no way it’s not going to feel amazing.”
“Says the guy who’s topping,” I tease. Would he ever consider taking my cock? “In that position, I guess I could keep my leg on or off, but I’ll leave it on, for leverage.”
Stiles laughs at my leer. Sliding my boxers down my thighs, I wait for Stiles to move over to the pillows at the head of the bed before climbing over his body. His torso is cut from hours spent in the gym lifting weights. His arms are beefed up from manual labor. And that dark hair dusting his chest… He’s so fucking hot. So masculine and hard, different from what I’m used to, but no less gorgeous.
I skate my hands down his chest, stopping to brush my thumbs over his flat brown nipples. Stiles bites his lip, his eyes burning with heat. I had no idea his nipples were that sensitive. He gathers both of our cocks in his big fist, working them like he did the last time we came together in this bed.
Looking down at our dicks rubbing and sliding together in his slick grip makes my brain cloud with lust. “I knew that lube would come in handy. All sixteen gallons of it.”
“I wish I could say the same for the two-hundred and forty hotdogs we bought. Speaking of,“ Stiles smirks, “when are you gonna show me what you do with that hot dog in your nightstand drawer.”
“You wish,” I laugh. There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let him watch me slide that thing between my buns.
“I think it could get me seriously hot.”
Well, in that case… “Let me get the hang of this first, then maybe I’ll let you watch.”
When his dick is hard and slippery, I scoot forward so that it slides between my cheeks. The tip of his cock rubs over my hole as I thrust my hips back and forth, and Stiles slips his lubed fingers between my cheeks, making everything slippery.
“Grab the toy, Mac.”
I guess it’s either that or his fingers. But something tells me he’s dying to see me use that toy. So I lean across the bed and grab it from the drawer. Stiles takes it from me and slides up between my cheeks, right next to his cock.
“Two dogs in one bun.”
“Shit. Don’t even try it. I’m a noob at this.”
He presses the tip of the dog against my hole and twirls it until my muscles give way. Inch by slow, torturous inch, he slides it inside of me, giving me time to adjust to the invasion before I ask for more.
It’s not just the feeling of it stretching me, my nerve endings are on fire and tingling pleasantly, or the fire burning in my gut. It's asking him for more that’s turning me on.
“Give me another inch,” I beg timidly.
I’ve never asked Stiles for anything. Not like this. We've always been equals in everything we do, but now, I’ve handed him the reins, put him in control of my pleasure, and given him permission to wreck me, to invade my body, and turn me inside out.
