Page 52 of Offside

"Is this right? Tell me if you want my hand somewhere else."

His thumb crossed my nipple. Pleasure tightened low in my body. "Right there." He did it again when he saw my body's response, then used his mouth. He sucked hard enough to make my hips rise.

"More," I gasped. His hand moved down my stomach and closed around my cock. The scale of him changed the contact. His palm swallowed me, and his fingers adjusted when I pushed into his hand.

"Like that?"

"A little slower. Harder at the top. Yes."

He listened with his whole body. Each answer altered the next stroke because he wanted my pleasure and asked what I desired. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around him. He was already hard and thick against my palm.

"Fuck," he said. "Your hand feels good."

"Don't stop," he said. I stroked him until his hips followed. His forehead dropped to mine. Bishop kissed down my body and stopped between my legs.

"Your mouth," I said.

He licked the head of my cock, then took me in. Last week I'd told him what I liked with his mouth around me. He remembered now.

I loosened my grip so he could set the depth. He took me deeper. I held his head without pushing, my fingers moving through the short hair at his crown. The sight of a man this large on his knees for me was an aphrodisiac itself. It also carried the simple safety of knowing he would stop the second I asked.

I pulled gently at his hair. "Come up here."

"I want you inside me before I come."

"Tell me how."

I reached for the lube and handed it to him. "Start with your fingers. One first."

He slicked his left hand. His right stayed low at my hip. He moved between my legs and waited until I nodded. The first press was cool, then warm as his finger entered me. I breathed through the stretch.

"Still?" he asked.

"Stay there. Kiss me." He bent over me and kissed me while his finger remained still. When I relaxed around him, I moved my hips.

"Now move." He moved slowly at first, watching my face. The drag became pleasure as he curled his finger inside me.

"There," I said. He found it again. My cock jumped against my stomach.

"Do you want another? I can take my time."

"Add another." He added the second finger by degrees. I told him when to stop, when to move, when I wanted more. His cock pressed hard against my thigh. Sweat gathered along his chest.

"Colt."

"Yeah?" Bishop said.

"I want your cock now."

His eyes held mine. "How do you want to lie?"

"On my back. I want to see you." He withdrew his fingers, opened a condom, and rolled it on. I watched his hands. The right one worked without reaching. The left spread more lube over himself. Then he came between my legs. I took both his hands and put them on my waist for the third time that night.

"Here," I said.

His grip firmed at my waist. "I've got you."

He guided the head of his cock to me. "Can I push in?"