Bossy Bottom, page 9
part #1 of Kinky Bottom Series
But the sexual creature in my head was much stronger, and it had broken free. It pressed my rational thoughts down, pinning them.
All I knew was that I needed to get fucked.
Adam rolled off of me for a moment, then pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.
I loved the way he looked there, with both knees on the towel, standing proud as he fished the small square out of his wallet.
To my surprise, he plucked a tiny bottle of lube out of his other pocket.
“You’re prepared,” I said, sitting up. “Did you expect this to happen?”
Suddenly, the sexual creature in my brain was hesitant, unsure if it was looking at a predator.
“Absolutely not,” Adam said. “I always keep one of these on me—” he held up the bottle of lube, “—if I’ve got one of these on me,” he held up the condom. “They kind of have to go together.”
“Well, I’m glad you brought it,” I said, relaxing.
The sexual monster was in control again, sure that I could trust Adam.
“Now, where were we?” he growled, setting square packet and lube down on the towel.
“Right here,” I said, pulling his face in to make out some more.
It felt like by the way he was kissing me that he want to collapse into me; it felt like he needed me.
I pulled away from him for a second, looked him straight in the eye, and told him what I wanted:
“I want you to give it to me from behind,” I whispered, holding his burning gaze.
“You got it,” he said without hesitation. He came across like he was strong and in command as he unbuttoned his jeans.
I watched, my lips parting, as he unzipped and his huge cock bounced out. Even though it was dark out, I could see that he was much larger than the average man.
“Oh my God, Adam, that’s… you’re big!” I said in awe.
“I know I’m above average…” he said modestly as he rolled the condom on.
I couldn’t wait to have him inside me; feel him stretch me.
Then, something in the air shifted. The control was all with him as he stiffened.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded, his authoritarian voice growling in the night.
“O-okay…” I said.
He grabbed me by the jaw and said, “Call me sir.”
I was taken aback by his sudden shift of character, but after a temporary beat, I realized it only made him hotter.
Like he said, I got on my knees, my ass facing him.
“Take off your pants. Down to the knees,” he directed.
“Yes… yes sir,” I said, thinking of the book I’d been reading, Obey.
I trusted Adam, but still, it occurred to me that I didn’t really know him all that well. A pang of doubt rose in me, but I didn’t want our session to stop.
I didn’t want any of this to stop.
So I did what he said. Resting a side of my face on the towel with my ass in the air, I maneuvered my hands underneath me and shakily undid my belt buckle.
Every sense in my was tingling in anticipation. I loved this. I loved him bossing me around like this.
While I was working on taking my jeans down, he was rubbing my lower back with his huge hand.
He must have sensed my ounce of unease because as I shuffled my pants down, he broke character for a second.
In the gentlest voice I’d heard him use yet, he asked me, “Is this okay? Are you okay with this?”
“Hell yes I’m okay with this!” I said, not wanting him to delay any longer. All I could think about was having him inside of me, pressing me down into the sand and fucking me.
“Alright,” Adam said, using his cop voice again. “You want me in your hole?”
“I do,” I whispered, begging for it.
Even though I barely knew Adam, even though we’d only met a few times, I felt this comfort around him. And by having sex with him, it made me feel like I could control something.
I needed to control something.
“Beg for it,” he said as his finger danced around the sensitive skin of my asshole.
I had to control something.
“I want it,” I moaned.
If that something was this confused feeling of wanting to give my body to a near stranger, I needed to do it.
“Ask nicer,” he said, squirting a dollop of lube onto his finger.
“Give it to me,” I begged as he swirled the lube around my hole.
“You should say please, don’t you think?” Adam asked, a hint of danger to his voice.
I knew it was part of the act, and it only got me hotter. I raised my ass up towards him, and one of his fingers slid into my hole.
“Oh…” I moaned, feeling his digit penetrate the tight opening to my body.
He groaned as he began to wiggle his finger around, loosening me up.
“So tight… nice and tight…” he moaned.
I was in heaven. Here I was with my face pressed into the towel laying on top of the soft sand, and this unbelievably hot guy was standing behind me, teasing my body like this. He added another finger, and then another, adding lube slowly and massaging my hole.
“Oh yeah daddy, that feels so good…” I moaned.
I didn’t know how he’d react to that — calling him daddy — but he didn’t slow the delicious torment of his fingers.
So I took another risk, probably because I wasn’t in my right mind. I was going crazy with desire. The need for his cock inside me crowded out all other thoughts.
“Give it to me…” I moaned, my face pressing into the towel.
“Beg,” he commanded.
“Please…”
“Please what?!” he barked.
I recoiled under his harshness, but then he touched the smooth skin of my ass. His hand felt rough, but his touch conveyed gentleness.
“Please sir,” I said, pushing my ass up to his fingers again.
Then he suddenly withdrew his fingers, and I was left wanting. But just before I was about to beg for them again, I heard the tiny pop of the lube bottle cap.
A smile spread across my face as I knew what was coming next.
“You ready for me, boy?” he asked in that deep voice of his.
“Yes… y-yes sir.” I answered.
Everything in my body couldn’t wait for him to plunge that huge dick in my ass. My entire being was aching for him.
I felt something hard press against my ass and bit my lip as I felt my body resist. My hand clenched the soft towel.
He pressed and pressed, the lube helping him.
But he was too big; he couldn’t even get the head in.
“Luke… I don’t think it’s going to fit,” Adam admitted, breaking character again.
My heart was pounding with want for him. “Use more lube,” I suggested.
“I just think you have to relax more,” he said, moving his lube-coated hands up under my shirt. He began to massage my torso underneath.
“So tight…” he moaned, gliding his powerful hands across my muscles. Adam still had the head of his cock pressed against my tight hole, and every time he moved forward to reach further up my back, his head got a few more millimeters further in.
“Almost there, babe…” he whispered gently, groaning.
I knew it was probably taking every ounce of self-restraint he had to stop himself from plummeting into me with his full force.
But he didn’t want to hurt me. He kept asking if I was okay.
All I wanted was for his fat cock to be inside of me, so I tried focusing on relaxing.
That buoy of anxious thoughts was bobbing somewhere in the deep corners of my mind, threatening to come to the surface. But the longer I spent having sex, the longer I didn’t have to deal with it.
Adam continued moving his hands down my back in slow, smooth waves, pressing in millimeter by millimeter. Then he reached one of his hands around me with that same slowness, that same control, and wrapped his fingers around my cock.
“Oh…” I moaned, finally relaxing enough to feel my body “give” to him, and just like that his head was inside me.
I drew in a breath through my teeth as I felt the tiniest bit of pain at letting him in, and he paused.
“Is this okay? Do you want me to stop?”
“N-no. Don’t stop,” I urged him. I couldn’t have him stop; then the buoy that was floating down there in my mind would come bobbling to the surface. I needed to keep having sex.
But still, he didn’t seem convinced. He wasn’t budging.
I turned one of my eyes to him, and looked up at him with all the power I could muster and said: “I said, don’t stop!”
He chuckled, then pressed his monster cock further into me.
I buckled a little and moaned, feeling him stretch me so pleasurably.
“You’re a bossy little bottom, aren’t you?”
I smiled through my moaning. Bossy Bottom. I liked the sound of that.
I moaned again as Adam pressed his length further and further into me with an impossible, delicious slowness.
Underneath me, he was still using his lubed up hand to jerk me off, but with just as slow of a cadence as he was pushing into me.
“You’re so tight,” he moaned. “So, so tight…”
All I could do was moan in response and mentally beg him to go faster. It felt like my body was dying; aching for an orgasm.
As if he read my mind, he pulled his dick out just a little faster than he’d put it in.
I felt my body clench up, closing the cavern it had to make when he’d pushed into me.
But just as he was about to pull out, he pushed in again, faster this time.
“Oh my God, oh don’t stop…” I moaned, biting the towel.
He started thrusting faster and faster, pressing all of him into me as he jerked me off.
It felt so incredible, so unbelievably amazing, that before he’d even picked up any significant speed, everything inside of me melted and ecstasy was coursing through my body.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” I said in a hushed voice as I spurted my jizz all over the towel underneath me.
“Yes…” Adam moaned, followed by a primal growl.
He was still pounding me, going faster and faster as my body sagged like a rag doll with pleasure. Because of my orgasm, my ass became more relaxed and was more permissive with letting him in.
I could hear the squelching of the lube as he drove himself into me faster and faster. Then he released a growl of pleasure and I could feel his dick pour all of his come into the condom inside me.
Even with the condom, it felt so good to feel his dick pulse within me, emptying his sperm into my hole.
With a huge, satisfied sigh, he sagged over me and unsheathed his cock.
It only took a few seconds for him to throw the condom in a garbage bag, tuck his dick back into his pants, and lay down next to me on the towel.
We cuddled there for a while, and I was in absolute heaven. All of my senses had been flooded with pleasure, and I felt closer to him than I had to anyone before.
“How did you like that?” he asked in his gentle voice.
“I… I’m speechless,” I answered. “You’re incredible.”
He chuckled a little. “It wasn’t me who was incredible. You’re… you’re really something, you know that?”
I felt a warm, fuzzy feeling unfurl in my gut as I nuzzled into his neck.
But that buoy of fear deep within me was quickly rising to the surface; I couldn’t keep it down. How long until he left me, I wondered? How long until he got bored with me? Could I really trust him? Maybe he was thinking of leaving me out here on this beach right now…
His hand squeezed mine, and the doubtful thoughts scattered as if I’d just turned on a light in a basement full of cockroaches.
He looked at me right in the eyes. I couldn’t make out their green color in the darkness; I could only see a glimmer from the moon.
But the shape of his eyes communicated pure bliss. There were little crows feet on the edges from his smile.
“I could lay here forever,” he said, cuddling me.
“F-forever?” I asked, my voice coming out shaky.
Oh no. Oh no oh no, what if he did want to actually be with me forever, and that was it? What if he was lying to me? No one wanted to be with anyone person forever, right? He was using me. I had used him. I couldn’t trust him… it was all wrong…
It was a small trigger. It was a stupid trigger. I knew these thoughts were irrational, but that didn’t stop my brain from sending my body into high-alert.
My pulse quickened. My breathing became heavy and laborious. There was a buzzing in my ears as that buoy of worry finally burst through the surface, drowning out the cries from Adam as he held me.
White fireworks flickered in my vision, and then everything faded to black.
10
Adam
“Luke, Luke!!” I cried trying to shake him out of it.
His beautiful blue eyes were filled with panic. It was like he wasn’t here in my arms; he was somewhere else. Somewhere terrifying.
I knew that I had my first aid kit out in the car, but I didn’t know what it would do for him. There was nothing visibly wrong with him, besides all of the symptoms of a panic attack. So I held him as he shook and breathed sharply.
“You’re safe, Luke, you can trust me,” I said in my most calm, even voice. “You’re safe, you’re safe, you’re safe…” I repeated into his ear. But something in me knew that he couldn’t hear me; he was somewhere far away.
His body went limp as he passed out on my shoulder, and I felt a pang of guilt.
Had I done something to cause this? We just had great sex, I thought, but did I… did I do something to hurt him that he didn’t tell me?
I was disgusted with myself. How had I let myself get so out of control?
When I’d had panic attacks in the past, they were always related to my PTSD from that day… but I’d seen a therapist about it and it got better.
Luke’s panic attacks seemed to be getting worse, and I’d only really known him for a week.
Concern bubbled up in my gut like a fungus. I had to talk to Luke. I had to get him into therapy…
But for now, he needed a quiet place to rest. From what he said about being trapped in his house, I couldn’t let him go back there.
So I scooped him up, carried him to my truck, buckled him into the passenger seat, and fired up the engine.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that his mom might try to strong-arm the station into issuing another amber alert for him, but my phone screen was blank.
Since she just got divorced, I pictured her moping around the house, maybe watching a soap opera on TV while eating some ice cream. But I couldn’t really picture Sarah DuPont defeated like that. No, she’d be planning her next steps, rising above it.
Luke stirred next to me.
“Luke!” I nearly shouted, excitement and giddiness blossoming in my belly.
“…Adam?” he said sleepily, “I’m so… so thirsty…”
I plucked my giant green water bottle out from the center console and handed it to him.
“Here, it’s still got ice in it…” I offered, trying to quell my own panic.
He took a sip weakly, then rested his head against the window.
“Where do you want to go, Luke?” I asked him. “Do you want to go home?”
“Not my house…” he said weakly.
“Okay, come over to mine for a little while, then,” I offered. “I can give you ice cream and we can hang out for a bit, okay?”
He nodded weakly.
My eyebrows furrowed as I drove down the long country roads to my lake house.
At that moment I knew that I would do anything to keep Luke safe.
Even if I had to keep him safe from his own mind.
* * *
When we got to my house, my brother’s truck was in the driveway.
I scowled, displeased that he decided to show up unannounced. And at such an inopportune time, too.
Luke got out of the truck slowly, still reeling from his attack earlier. He spotted the truck.
“Who’s here?”
“Jake,” I nearly hissed.
“Oh…” he said, looking overwhelmed.
I took him by the hand as we walked up the driveway. “Don’t worry, let me do all the talking. You just focus on relaxing in the living room, okay?”
Luke brightened ever so subtly. “…okay.”
A small smile parted his lips and I suddenly felt like everything was right in the world again.
We crossed the threshold into my house, and sure enough, Jake was sitting at the island. He looked up at me, and I immediately knew that something was amiss in his marriage. Then his eyes flickered from me to Luke, and then down to our hands.
I didn’t let go.
“Oh! Sorry bro, I didn’t mean to intrude—”
“It’s fine,” Luke said with finality, then made a beeline into the living room.
Jake’s mouth popped open at this sudden display of boldness.
I was watching Luke in admiration as he gathered up a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped himself up in it like a burrito. He flopped on the sofa, then started fiddling with the remote.
Well, I guess that was that. Something told me he was going to be okay.
“…I think we should go outside,” I gestured to the door.
“Thanks, buddy…” Jake said solemnly.
“Drinks?” I asked.
His eyes grew wide and he said, “Yes, please.”
* * *
A few minutes later, we were out on the back porch. I’d lit up the fire pit and it was crackling, filling the night air with an energetic popping noise among the chirping of the crickets. We had a pair of matching Old Fashioneds in our hands.
“So, what’s up?” I finally said after a lull in our conversation about surface-level topics.
“It’s Erin. We had a fight,” he started, letting the night noises fill the pause that he left out in the air.
“About…?” I asked.
I knew it had to be something big, or else he wouldn’t have shown up at my house so late like this.
