where truth and fiction meet // buckin

thirty-one *

I wanted to continue the little 'scene' I had going on at the end of 30. And, since you're all fans of this fic, you would love my new one I'm currently writing. it's another buckin one. happy Valentine's Day!!
(oh and the attachment is a very heartfelt valentines day card to all of you from my Twitter, buckinslays ! ;))

this is all basically one long, dirty smut scene so read at your own risk. i got it done before valentines day was over :000

Chris' POV

I tried being smooth at first. Like I was leading him on. But it was something that took off inside of me; a feeling of being submissive when I'm so use to being the dominant one in our sex lives took over me. My body longed for our roles be switched, if only it be for one night, because Jay needs to know what it feels like to be on top. And fuck, it could likely stick to where we can share. It had me thinking—that he moans full of pleasure and I just had to experience it. Craving what he felt was all I kept thinking about at the moment.

Jonny had his mouth on mine faster than the speed of light. He tugged on my bottom lip, and the arousing emotion came about along with this action. Letting him do with me as I pleased, he then had me pinned against the wall like I would have normally done. He was being dominate towards me when I haven't even mentioned my thought about it just yet.

"I—I don't want to take you this time. Do anything you want Jay. Just—please—take my role for tonight."

"Really? I feel like I'd be awkward going down on you for a change, huh?"

"Please. I wanna know what it feels like," I whine as he plasters a dorky smile on his face, "you always sound like it feels great. I want to know, too."

With my back against the bedroom door, I reached my hand behind me and turned the knob. My stomach felt like it was so uneasy from being too overwhelmed by having us reverse the roles. I always had a secret kink for letting him do this, even for one time. I love to see things from both point of views.

He followed me as I walked backwards to the bed—until I ran into it since I was unaware of the surroundings behind me. I scooted on back to where Jonny usually lays, and my shirt was removed from my upper body. The room was pitch black, and all I could see was a faint outlining if Jon's figure as he removed his clothing as well.

"I always felt like asking if I could do this once but I always get too nervous," he said, and I could both see and hear his shirt being thrown away behind him. "It hurts for the first couple minutes but it eventually goes away, 'cause it's overtaken by the feeling of pure ecstasy. I won't last long though; I already know it." he states.

"Why won't you last long, baby?"

"Because. It's going to be too much for me. You whimpering—followed by an extended period of time where all I feel is you. Just thinking about it gets me acceptably hard." My head fell back, thinking about the events that were about to take place. As soon as it did though, I could tell he was getting off my black jeans.

"I honestly don't know how you can still stand it after all these years. To me, I wouldn't have lasted pass our honeymo—" I cut him off. I couldn't wait for this.

"Just fucking get me naked already," I complain as the sexual tension between us got even hotter, "control me like I do to you."

The last seven words I spoke to him were all I had to say before Jay took action to the demands I spoke so deeply of.

Jonny kissed my lips, but not in the slightest way was it speaking metaphorically. This one I'm talking about is where he bit my bottom lip full of lust. It felt like it drew blood, but I knew it didn't. When he freed my lips from his seize, I was surprised by how much he had taken me aback. He was leaving love bites all over my neck, harshly sucking away on my flesh. It felt so painful—it was beautiful. He'd never been like this before to me, but I think I wouldn't have it any other way.

My breath hitched in my throat when he moved my legs apart from each other. With each following movement happening I felt as if life was moving in slow motion until he entered me; pain flew throughout my mind but I wouldn't let that overthrow what I felt like to know Jonny was actually doing this. He wasn't taking it easy on me either, which was definitely hot as hell but at the same time it helped not at all physically. He rocked his hips in and out of me not letting me adjust—and then felt his hands hold onto my shoulders for proper support.

His airways seemed unsteady, and from what little light was in the room I saw his face was concentrating on making my expectations met. I just sat there and tried to take it as easy as I could, but with these new emotions bottling up like Jay had mentioned, I just couldn't keep it in. I accidentally let a deep moan escape from my mouth as he reached something inside me. The feeling of being under him was perplexing, which could never be replaced.

But being in Jonny screamed at the love for being submissive. Because—well—maybe if we went for a round two with me on top he could enjoy Jay to his fullest extent. ;)