Page 104 of Wants and Needs
Ever since Carter told me he wants to top, I’ve let myself fantasize about what it’ll be like to have him thrusting hard into me.
“Fuck, I can’t wait,” I pant against his lips.
“Me either, darling, so let’s get you ready.” And with that he pushes me gently into the shower, and as soon as the water is cascading over me, he falls to his knees.
It’s a sight I’ll never get used to. Mostly because he really is excellent at sucking me off—surprising, considering his previous stance on his sexuality.
“Open your legs a little, darling, and put your hands on the wall.”
I do as he says, and I’m bent just enough that I know my cheeks are parting, but I can’t see Carter that well.
I can only feel.
And Jesus Christ, his tongue on my dick should be illegal. It’s the kind of pleasure I don’t remember ever feeling before, but now I can’t live without it. I feel his hands splayed on my upper thighs, and then one leaves, then the next.
When he places them on me again, he’s palming my ass and kneading it in that way I’ve noticed he always does.
My theory is that he really likes my ass, and I’ll never complain about doing squats again.
Without any warning, he sucks hard on the head of my cock while simultaneously the tip of one of his fingers probes at my entrance.
“Fuck, Carter, I don’t wanna come yet,” I whine.
I want to have my hand—or his, I’m not picky—wrapped around me while he’s hovering over me, his dick ramming into me as hard as it possibly can.
The visual doesn’t help my impending orgasm, but thankfully Carter pulls his mouth away from my cock and kisses just below my belly button, while his finger circles my rim.
“I love how needy you get, darling.”
I spread my legs wider, praying he speeds things up soon, and when he doesn’t, I thrust back into his touch.
“Just stick it in already,” I growl, and though I don’t know where that came from—I don’t think I’ve ever made that sound before—I get just what I need, which is Carter’s finger halfway up my ass.
At least it feels like it’s halfway.
“You’re tight,” he states in a rough voice.
“It’s been a while,” I confess. “Now pull back and push it back in a couple of times.” He does, and damn, I love that he’s following my instructions. This will all go much faster that way. “Circle your finger around. Yes, but now wider.”
My breaths come out harsher every minute, and I think I’ll leave the lesson about finding my prostate for another time.
“You can use two fingers now.” And when that stretch comes I have to arch my back, hoping he’ll get deeper somehow. “Ohmy god, yes,” I moan. “Do... the same... as before,” I say between bouts of moaning and hard breaths. It’s only a minute before I know I can take more. “Now three,” I ask like a plea.
All the while, his face is pressed against my stomach, my dick, or my thighs, and though I get the occasional kiss in a random spot, I can tell he’s completely focused on prepping me.
“All right, that’s enough,” I declare and push myself off the wall.
“It’s not enough.” He’s frowning up at me, but I just reach for the shower gel and clean myself up as fast as I can while he stands and does the same.
“You can prep me the rest of the way in bed, and with lube.” I give him a peck on the lips and practically run out of the shower to get dried off.
I’m placing the towel on the bed when he comes out and grabs the plastic bag from the floor.
“Sebas recommended these brands.” He pulls out a box of condoms and a water-based lube, which I think will pair up well.
“Perfect.” I raise one knee and place it on the mattress then crawl to the middle and situate myself so my ass is on top of the towel, then I put my feet flat on the bed and spread my legs. “Come on,” I urge him. He smiles at me like he thinks I’m adorable—at least that’s the word he used the last time he smiled that way—and crawls over me then leans down to kiss me.
It starts out slower than before, and I love these kinds of kisses from Carter too. They’re sweet and linger on my lips for hours after.
