“There, you want it? Fine, I’ll fuck you. It’s going to hurt, though. I hope you’re prepared to be sore tomorrow. To feel an ache inside that you’ve never felt before. I can prep you first, though, because I would never want to hurt you, Bashful.” I stared at him, saw the horror in his eyes, and noticed the tremor in his body as he reached for the bottle. “Jones, I’m not... What are you doing?”
He flipped the bottle open. “You think I’ve never stuck a finger or two inside myself before, Charlie?”
Fuck. The thought of him doing that was so hot it had mycock hard as a rock.
“I’m a gay man. I’ve been playing with myself for years. I don’t have any toys, but my fingers work pretty well. Two, three, and I tried four once, but it hurt a lot. Just like I’m sure your penis will.”
“Fuck.” I groaned when I lifted him off his feet and onto the bed. “Show me.”
Jones stared up at me with hooded eyes. “Sh-show you?”
“Show me how you touch yourself. Shove your fingers inside your ass for me.”
I reached for his shorts and popped the button. When he didn’t stop me, I yanked them down his legs and dropped them on the floor.
“Mm, Bashful, look at how fucking hard you are for me.” I cupped his cock over his underwear and watched his eyes roll.
Jones’s hips canted. “I... Charlie... Please.”
“Please, what?” I leaned down and ghosted my lips against his. “Do you have any fucking idea how beautiful I find you? How attracted to you I am? I don’t want anyone else, Jones. Just you. Your hazel eyes, your blond hair, just you. I don’t ever want you to change a thing about yourself.”
He tried to get some friction with my hand wrapped around him. “I want to come.”
“Oh, and you will. But first.” I released his dick to stand up. “You’re going to lube up your fingers, then show me how you stick them inside that tight little hole of yours.”
Jones’s cheeks burned pink, and he dropped his chin. Obviously, the liquid courage had worn off. “Do I have to?”
“No.” He didn’t. Not if it made him uncomfortable or weird. “Hey.” I tucked a finger under Jones’s chin. “You don’tever have to do anything you don’t want. But just know that it will turn me on so damn much to watch you get yourself off.”
Jones pulled his lip between his teeth. “Will you jerk off while I do it?”
Oh, now that was unexpected.
“Oh, Bashful, I am going to jerk off so fucking hard,” I whispered, then kissed his pretty mouth. “Watching you is going to be a wet dream.”
Jones chased after me for another kiss, and I gave it to him because I didn’t want to deny him anything. He whined when I sank my tongue between his lips, climbed up onto the bed, and straddled his hips so that our cocks rubbed together.
“I’m scared, Charlie. I don’t want to feel like this about you if you’re going to leave.”
“You don’t have to be scared, Jones, because I’m not leaving.”
“You can’t say that for sure.”
I gripped his head in my hands. “I one hundred percent know that.”
“I—” Jones stopped before he kissed me again, and then we were lost in one another as he let me take control.
I slid off his shirt, pressed hot wet kisses all over his chest, arms, and belly. I dipped my tongue inside his belly button to listen to him squeal with laughter and push me away. Then I flipped us over so that Jones was above me, his hazel orbs watching me with blown-out pupils that nearly took up the entirety of his irises. He slowly slipped off my shirt, then removed my shorts, so we wereboth left in our briefs. He threaded his hands in my hair as he stared at me, and I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face.
“Nervous, Bashful?” I loved how his body felt against mine. Perfect, amazing, right.
Jones nodded. “Very. I’ve never done this with anyone. Just you.”
“I’m honored to share this with you.” I leaned up to kiss him. “You’re so hot.”
He blushed, which was what I was going for.
“I don’t know why you think that but thank you,” he said quietly.
