Page 127 of Brim Over Boot
“Noah,” he gasps, breath catching when I press the tip of the toy to his own asshole. “What…Oh, fuck.”
“Okay?” I check, sliding the plug in slowly.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” he pants. “Yeah. Good.”
I nod, watching each flicker of expression that crosses his face. The lust. The confusion. The interest.
When the plug pops in, settling, I grab the lube again. Colton’s abs clench as I stroke my hand over his cock, spreading the moisture. I can tell when he gets it. His cock jerks, the man himself sucking in a breath so harsh I worry for his lungs.
I climb over his body, my knees at the sides of his hips. “If you come first,” I say, holding the base of his dick as I feel out my position, “I get to fuck you, too.”
“Oh, God,” he groans, eyes shutting tight for a moment, his hands grabbing onto my thighs. “Jesus Christ, Noah. You realize that’s not incentive for me to hold off, right?”
I huff a laugh, bearing down on his cock. Colton’s expression shifts to mild concern, and he rubs soothingly over my thigh, even as the rest of his body is held stiffly.
“All right?” he checks.
I nod. It doesn’t hurt, not after getting myself ready in the shower. It’s just…different.
“Go slow,” he says, the words gritted out as I sink an inch lower. “Fuck. Ah, God.”
I do take it slow, letting myself acclimate to a cock in my ass for the very first time. But I’ve done the reverse enough to know what to expect. And using my fingers on myself has helped me get a feel for it.
The moment I bottom out on his cock, Colton lets out a breath.
“Fuck,” he says in summation.
I hum, shifting slightly before bringing my hand to the front of his neck. Colton swallows harshly against my palm.
“Caught you,” I say again, my voice a whisper.
The look in his eye is one I’ve seen many times before. It’s this man, telling me he’s exactly where he wants to be.
His voice is hoarse when he says, “And what are you gonna do with me?”
Ah, now isn’t that a question.
“Love you,” I say, rolling my hips.
Colton’s eyelids flutter.
“Keep you,” I add, doing it again, getting accustomed to the motion. Colton’s cock is like steel in my ass, and it doesn’t take long for me to find a rhythm that has my own cock perking from its half-hard state, the mild discomfort from the initial invasion shifting to something else entirely.
“Noah,” he breathes.
“Not let you go,” I tack on, keeping my hand around his throat as I ride him. “Never let you go.”
“Please,” he says, holding my wrist, his other hand digging into my thigh. “Please.”
“Little Colt,” I murmur affectionately, tightening my grip. His eyes never leave mine. “Come on and paint my ass so I can fill yours.”
Colton groans, the vibration of it traveling up through my palm, the man himself locking in pleasure as his cock throbs and releases inside of me. I grind down against him until he’s done, the sensation so foreign and yet not the least bit unwelcome, and then I ease off his cock.
“Ah, fuck,” Colton says, looking down at the cum coating his dick. His gaze, near reverent, snaps back to mine the moment I give the plug in his ass a gentle pull. “Aw, fuck.”
I tug the toy free, wasting no time before hoisting Colton’s leg up, positioning myself, and sliding home.
“Holy fucking shit,” he groans, neck arching back. “Noah.”
