Page 61 of Dead Serious with Benefits
“Agreed,” he said, panting as he came to rest beside me, his hand on my stomach and staring at me. The burning heat was no longer there. I was in the room with just...Arlo. He smiled, and I could see a shyness that wasn’t normally there. “Now I should ask if you’re okay.”
“Oh, I’m not getting fucked for a few days after tonight,” I said with a laugh. “I’ll be too sore for all that, but that isnota complaint. I’m going to sleep like a baby, and ache like a bitch in the morning. But worth it, so very worth it.”
“Good,” he said, and he lay down beside me, coming closer and laying his head on my shoulder. “If we find ourselves alone again in the next few days, you can be the top.”
“God, you can sound like that after fucking me like a whore, amazing,” I said, touched by the sudden gentleness and silent bid for care from me. I kissed his forehead. “Do you bottom like you top?”
“Do you top like you bottom?” he asked with a slight chuckle.
“Mmm, I can. I can also top like you do. Or I can skip the effort of pinning you and just tie you down. Or you can ride me until I see stars. I don’t mind.”
“That’s...extremely versatile, the literal definition.”
Because I knew he wouldn’t take offense or feel threatened by the truth, I told him, “I’ve had...a lot of sex over the years,with a lot of people. I’ve tried almost everything there is to try, and I’ve found many things I like. So long as we’re both having fun, I don’t care if I have to top all the time, bottom all the time, service top, power bottom, or switch it up depending on our moods.”
“That makes sense, but?—”
“But what?”
“But I’ll admit, I was surprised at how quickly and eagerly you took to that.”
“To what?”
“How I treated you?”
“Like a whore? Like a hole?”
“Mm, yes.”
“Admittedly, it was a little surprising that you were into doing it, but I’m not complaining. Too many times, people look at me and assume I’m too dominating, too in control, too proud to be bent over and used, but fuck that. There’s nothing wrong with liking to be used, just like there’s nothing wrong with enjoying using other people...with their consent, and you had my consent, completely and utterly. There are several things I can get hung up about, but enjoying sex in its entirety, and not worrying about what’s proper, or manly, or dignified, or whatever things people tell themselves to hold themselves back.”
He thought about that for a moment before nodding. “I suppose I shouldn’t say too much. Most of the time, I’m not...like that.”
“Well, feel free to be like that with me,” I said with a snort.
“That’s good to know,” he said with a smile. “But I guess...I already knew that, didn’t I? Because I did do it, without warning, and without discussing it with you.”
“And your boldness paid off,” I said with a snort. “Twice.”
“But that’s what I mean,” he said with a sigh. “I wouldn’t have done that normally. I wouldn’t have helped myself and led thecharge like that. But you...you have some sort of effect on me that I can’t account for. That and?—”
Something troubled crossed his face, and I frowned. “What?”
He sighed. “That is the first time I’ve had sex with someone that...well, that I didn’t use a condom.”
“Really?” I wondered.
“I didn’t use them with my ex or the couple before that. But that was after I had known them for a while, when I had gained...comfort.”
“Trust.”
“I suppose, yes, that would be the word to use, but it sounds wrong to say I don’t trust you.”
“Arlo?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t know me. Why should you trust me?”
