Page 25 of Actions and Reactions
“That’s fine. You don’t have to use your knees at all... if you bottomortop actually,” he adds thoughtfully.
“What do you prefer?” I ask, eager now.
“Well,” he says slowly, then his shoulders drop and he looks me right in the eyes, with a few new tension lines next to his own. I get it, it can be weird to talk about previous experiences—or the lack of them—but it’sus. We can talk about anything. “I’ve tried both and I like both.” I can tell there’s one he prefers but won’t say, and I’m weirdly touched by that. “Do you have any idea what you want to try for your first time?”
He’s so open right now, and clearly concerned, and I want to kiss him until he relaxes again. I honestly just want to kiss him for the sake of kissing him, but this is important, so we should talk about it first and then we can get to the kissing.
“I’m pretty sure I want to bottom.” I stop for a moment, but then... talking is important. Honesty especially, so... “I got semi-prepped at home,” I admit. “I don’t have a douche or anything, but I... you know.” My bravery runs out then.
“Yeah, I do know,” he whispers, then clears his throat and nods once. “We can start with a shower if you want, or?—”
“No, please. We’re having dinner after, and we’ve talked about the important stuff, so can we go back to not talking?”
His smile grows slowly this time and it just fans the fire inside me.
“All right,” he says simply, then he’s pulling me down the hall to the bedroom at the end, and before I can even look at the place he spins me around.
I’m not sure how, since he renders every neuron in my brain useless with a kiss, but we’re both naked and tumbling onto the mattress in what seems like seconds. He slows down the kiss, but that doesn’t deter my dick, and it hardens steadily as he wraps his hand around me and strokes me hard.
Then desperation begins to claw at me.
I moan into his mouth, and that seems to do the trick for him since he pulls back and flips me onto my belly, then he’s leaving a wet trail of kisses down my spine.
I spread my legs before he’s halfway down, eager and ready for him to just take me, but of course he doesn’t. I make sure my right knee is bent at the perfect angle that never hurts, but soon enough my whole body lights up when I feel Ivan’s tongue swipe a straight line from my balls to the top of my ass.
“Jesus.” I pant out the word. Nothing in the world could’ve prepared me for how that feels. So intimate and teasing, but then...
Then he’s solely focused on my hole.
With my dick hard and trapped under me, it’s difficult to control my hips so I don’t grind down against the soft sheets, but I ball up the pillow under my head in my fists to try and control it.
“Fuck, Vinny. That’s nice,” I whisper when his tongue slips just slightly into me.
“I’m glad you like it, Si,” he says, and then he gets right back into it.
My toes curl and flex with every single thing he does, and when I feel a finger that’s wet but... slippery, I realize he has to have lube somewhere, because the tip goes in super easily.
That’s it.
I push back with my ass.
“God, Vin, please,” I plead long and loud, but he doesn’t seem fazed at all. He goes in as slow as he damn well pleases, and he keeps his tongue right on my rim as his finger goes in millimeter by millimeter it seems.
It’s too much, and not enough.
So I reach back and grab his wrist, pull so his finger goes all the way in, andfuckit’s amazing.
But still not enough.
And sadly, he’s way too fast and has great reflexes. He circles my wrist with one hand and places it on the small of my back, and before I can react, he reaches for my other hand that’s still gripping the pillow and wrenches it back as well.
In the end he has me pinned to the mattress, and he never even took his finger out of my ass.
“That’s fucking impressive,” I say, out of breath and still unsure how he managed that. And I can’t help saying so despite how annoying I’m sure it’s going to be.
“Well, now you’ll stay like this and let me make sure you’re ready for me.”
The comment reminds me of the size of his cock.
