“Hashtag free the D?”
“Even I know kids don’t say ‘hashtag’ anymore.”
“Do you want to argue about what’s cool? Or do you want to suck me off? There’s only one correct answer.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
West’s eyes darken, and he grips the front of my shirt. “Bedroom. Now.”
We barely let go of each other long enough to stumble down the hallway, losing items of clothing on our way. I’m nervous, but I want to do this. West makes me feel safe and respected on a level no one ever has before. I want to know if I can enjoy sex the way he does, and if there’s anyone I’m going to be able to relax with enough to bottom, it’s him.
I leave another lingering kiss on his lips before stepping away. My focus immediately drops, and I take in his full pecs, his impressive abs, and his sexy cock, standing full and hard.
West walks over to the bed and pats the side of the mattress. “You nervous?”
“I’m trying not to be.”
“You just need to let me know if you want to stop.”
And that’s exactly why I’m okay doing this. “I know.”
He grabs the lube and a condom as I crawl onto the bed, trying to fake a confidence I don’t feel. I’ve been keeping myself clean and ready for when this night came, all I need to do now is relax.
It’s easier to do than I anticipated. West lowers his weight on top of me. Warm skin blankets mine, the hair on his legs tickles my thighs, and his cock slides deliciously against my own. I reach down and take us in hand, giving a few slow strokes.
He hums his appreciation. “I don’t get to have your hands on me nearly enough.”
“Agreed. I’m all for anticipation, but if given the option, I’d choose the one where I get to touch you all I like.”
The click of the lube is loud, and once West coats his fingers, he reaches down between us. I spread my thighs, trying not to overthink, and pull West down into a kiss with one hand, while I keep stroking us together with the other.
It’s far from my first time doing this, but that doesn’t make me any less nervous. I want this to be good. I want to be able to give West everything, even if he does prefer to bottom.
His slick fingers run down my crease, and I force myself to take a long inhale. West pulls back from my mouth and kisses his way along my jaw until he reaches that spot on my neck that sends me cross-eyed. A groan builds in my chest, and I arch into his hold as West presses against my hole.
“Do it.”
He takes his time, and I can already tell this is going to be different. There’s no urgency, no pressure from him to be ready before I am. And the biggest difference is I chose this. Giving up control to West makes me feel vulnerable, but it’s easy because it’s him.
His whispered assurances and reverent kisses distract me as he opens me up. I barely notice the stretch—I can’t concentrate on anything other than him and the way he’s leaking between us. He’s so responsive it doesn’t matter what we’re doing.
“I think you’re ready,” West murmurs against my lips.
I nod. “Okay, do it.”
I give his cock one more squeeze before he pulls away and grabs the condom. Watching him roll it down his length fills me with equal parts nervousness and excitement. This is long overdue, but it wouldn’t have been the same with anyone but him.
I’m hit with the overwhelming urge to kiss him, so I sit up and reach for him, then pull him down with me. We kiss like we’re starving for each other, and as one kiss becomes two, then three, I know it will never be enough. I’m so in love with West, I’ll always want more.
He positions himself so the head of his cock is pushing at my entrance, and I take a deep breath.
“You’re so sexy,” he says. “So fucking sexy. Let me in, Jas …”
West starts to nudge forward, and I bear down against him. He rocks his hips in small, shallow thrusts, easing into me, and other than a slight initial burn, it doesn’t hurt at all. It feels odd, foreign, but when he’s fully seated, pubes pressing against my ass, I feel so incredibly full and … I like it.
“Move, baby.”
He chuckles. “Just give yourself a minute.”
“Don’t need a minute. Just need you.”
West starts out slow. He grinds deep, sealing us together, before working up to smooth, shallow thrusts. “This okay?”
“Yes. More.”
“Wow. Already turning into a greedy bottom. I must have the magic touch.”
I bring my hand down on his ass with a massive crack, and West lets out a cry that dissolves into a moan. “Shut up and move already,” I say.