Page 71 of Don't Say You're Sorry

I hesitate. “Were you serious about me fucking you? I want to,” I rush to assure him. “But I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know how to top. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He chuckles as he straddles me, taking my wrists and guiding them above my head. “I’m still the top,” he says near my ear. “Only instead of fucking you with my dick, I’m gonna fuck you with my ass. Is that okay?”

I breathe a sigh of relief and nod.

He uses the tie to secure my wrists to the headboard, the remote still clutched in my fist. I hit the button again, and he lets out another one of those throaty groans, his teeth nipping my earlobe. “Again.”

I hit the button again.

“One more.”

And again.

He curses, his mouth parted as he pants against my cheek. His thighs tense around my hips, and he reaches back, carefully removing the plug. He sets it down on the bed, and I turn it off. Lifting my head as much as I can, I watch as he slathers us both with lube.

“You ready?” he asks.

“Yes. Are you?”

Instead of answering, he reaches between us, grabs the base of my dick, and lowers himself until the tip breaches his hole. I pull on my restraints, wishing I could bite my fist to muffle the sounds coming out of me. I’ve never felt anything like this before. He’s wet and hot, squeezing me so hard that I don’t think I’ll make it another inch before I explode inside him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re tight.”

He snorts. “You’ve been watching too much porn. That’s a corny line.”

“It’s not a line, it’s the truth. I don’t think it’s gonna fit.”

“I fit inside you, don’t I? Have a little faith in me.”

“Right. Sorry. Carry on.”

He bears down on me, and I drop my head back, my toes curling and my nails digging into my palms. He slowly lowers himself until I’m all the way inside him, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to come within the first five seconds.

“Adam, breathe.”

“Can’t,” I gasp. “If I move even an inch right now, it’s all over.”

“Trust me. Relax. It’ll feel even better.”

I’m not sure that’s possible, but still, I obey, forcing the breath out of my lungs and unclenching my muscles one by one.

“Good.” He leans over me, our mouths brushing as he rocks up and down. “Don’t tense up. Let yourself feel it.”

That’s all the warning I get before he presses the button on the remote again. This time, instead of arching away from it, I sink into it, my mouth open in a silent scream.

He was right. It’s even better when I let myself feel it.

He wraps his hand around my throat, hitting the button again and again as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I suck on it, hungry for everything he’s giving me.

I want more.

I demand as much into his mouth before pulling away. I bare my neck to him, and he obliges, sucking his mark into my flesh. My hips buck, and his movements falter as he groans into my neck. He liked that.

“Can I move?”

He nods. Bracing my feet on the bed, I fuck up into him as he bounces on my dick. His ass clenches around me, and I curse.

“Does it feel good?”