Coda 05 -Paris a to Z

sentences. “Ive never been camping with him. Ive never been geo-caching with him.” He nipped at my earlobe, and one of his hands went back to my groin. “Ive never lived with him. We may have had sex, but we were never lovers. I never fell asleep in his arms. I never woke up to him kissing the back of my neck or pulling my hair.”
My resolution to stay mad was fading. Partly it was him; his hard, lean body against mine, and his hands moving exactly right. It was his lips on mine, and the way he used his teeth when he was being aggressive. It was the smell of his coarse curls and the low, soft sounds he made when I finally started to touch him back.
But more than any of that, it was his words. He was reminding me why we were so good together, all the reasons wed been friends long before we were lovers, all the reason his friendship with Cole had never grown into anything like what we had.
“Ive never been to a football game with him,” he said as he pulled me toward the bed. He laughed as he thought about what hed just said. “In fact, Ive never even watched a football game with him. He thinks its „vulgar and brutish and horribly dull, darling.” And even I had to laugh at that as he pushed me back onto the bed. He went to the suitcase and pulled out the lube. He dropped his boxers and climbed on top of me. His hand slid down my length, covering me with lube. We had anal sex a bit more often since the Vegas trip, but I still only topped this way, on my back, with him straddling me. “Topping from the bottom” Jared always called it, and he found it funny.
His blue eyes were piercing as he looked down into mine. “You know what else Ive never done with him?”
“What?”
“This,” he said, and he pushed himself down onto me. He was so tight and so warm, and I moaned as he began to move on me. He leaned over as he did and talked softly into my ear. “Ive never bottomed with him. Not even once.” His tone was teasing, but breathless too. “Does it matter knowing I always topped?”
Whether the argument was rational or not, I certainly couldnt judge

    at that moment. But his words struck a chord. It did matter.
“He never tops,” he said. “Think about it, Matt. Hes smaller than me. Hes never thrown me down on the bed and really fucked me.” His teeth nipped my neck. His hands were everywhere. His breathless voice was in my ear, his body still moving on top of me. “Does that make a difference? Does it help knowing hes never fucked me like this? Does it help knowing hes never fucked me at all?”
“Yes,” I admitted, as breathless now as he was.
“You want to do something to me hes never done?”
“Yes.”
“Then be aggressive.”
Just the thought of it made me moan.
“Take control.”
“Oh God—”
“Do what he wont.”
I wanted to. I really did want to.
“Fuck me!” he said, and his fingers dug painfully into my shoulders.
“Jared—”
“ Fuck me !”
The words flipped a switch deep inside of me. He was right. I didnt want to lie here underneath him, letting him lead. Not this time.
I grabbed him and rolled us over, so I was on top, and he moaned. He closed his eyes and arched toward me as I thrust into him. Id forgotten all of the reasons this position was so good. I could watch his face. I could stroke him with one hand as I fucked him. And as hed said, I really could be aggressive. Why I was normally so reluctant to let him be submissive wasnt even clear in my mind, but suddenly, here and now, it didnt matter. It was a relief to let go. It was a relief to drive into him harder and faster than before.
He pushed my hand away from his cock and began stroking himself, and I let him. I slammed into him. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled, harder than usual, hard enough that his moan was partly pain, and I attacked his neck with my mouth as I fucked him harder. I wasnt sure whether it was acceptable or not to channel my anger and my jealousy into our sex, but I did it anyway. He said he was mine, and somewhere in the rational part of my brain, I knew it was true. But I wanted to prove it. I wanted to mark him. I wanted to claim him in some way that was purely primal.
I felt his hands digging into my back, his teeth in my shoulder. I heard his hoarse cry in my ear, and felt him climaxing underneath me. It drove me over the edge, and I spent myself in him, holding him tight, driving into him as deep as I could, and as I did, I found myself thinking only one thing: he belonged