Bits and Pieces

Riding Time Part Two

"But you're saying you do know better?"

"There's no such thing as perfect," he said solemnly.

I frowned up at him. While it was true that I barely knew the boy, I'd yet to see him show anything like this kind of cynicism. I didn't like it. I said the only thing that made sense to say.

"I think perfection absolutely exists," I told him, enclosing his face in my hands. "I've seen it. I've touched it."

Normally I would have taken great pride in watching a boy swoon in my arms. But when Mitch's shoulders dropped and his cheeks flushed, I couldn't be smug. I could only be in awe of his beauty as he fought a smile. His dimples betrayed him though, coaxing out a smile of my own.

He cleared his throat abruptly, moving back toward the dresser, which still held what was left of the condoms and lube.

"That's enough of that shit," he said sassily. "Get naked."

Our little wrestling practice had been done in just underwear, so it took only seconds to obey. I wanted him so badly, but still couldn't seem to wrap my head around the simple physics and geometry of it, given our size difference. Yes, he'd proven that he was strong and fast when trying to escape. He clearly had good reflexes and good defensive strategy. What I yearned to know was how it would feel when he went on the offensive.

The second I'd kicked my shorts away he was behind me, sliding his fingers over my hips. "The same rules apply," he whispered into my shoulder. "I don't want to hurt you. But... I do want you to fight back a little. Neither of us has to conserve any energy now. Give me all you've got. I want you to give in to me, but make me work for it."

I wanted to claim that it was his warm breath on my skin that made me shiver, but I'm sure the words were to blame. My sappy line earlier about perfection... It wasn't my style to say something like that, but Mitch kept making it true. I barely knew him, but already he was eclipsing everything of importance that had come before him.

His hand traced over the breadth of my shoulders and then followed my spine down to tease along the small of my back. Then he traced his way all the way back up over my neck and up into my hair.

"So tall," he said. "Mmm, there's just so much of you. I want all of it."

"Yes," I breathed.

"I can feel you thinking too hard. Don't worry. Let it all go."

I nodded in response, my throat too dry to do much else. And then he bit down hard on my shoulder blade and my dry throat had to choke out a warbled cry of pain.

I barely had time to let my brain convert that initial sting of pain into pleasure before he was on me, leaping up onto my back and throwing all of his weight to the right. I was instantly off balance and at his mercy, and a second later I was landing on the bed. It creaked and groaned in protest, but Mitch paid it no mind.

His arms came up and tried to push my shoulders down, to pin me to the mattress. I couldn't allow that just yet, so I used what he taught me to keep myself at a safe angle.

"Good," he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. But as predicted, I couldn't hold out for long, didn't want to. "I win," he said as he straddled my chest. Then he leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. "Roll over."

I did as he asked, moving as fast as I could with my muscles all screaming. But he took away all of my concern by dropping thousands of kisses over my shoulders and back. I began to feel almost relaxed until the sensation of his cold, sticky fingertips at my entrance made me jump.