I couldn’t stop myself from humping up into his palm, whining quietly into his mouth. I was hard as rock and almost felt like I could go off if he so much as breathed near my cock, let alone touched it. Finally, I had to pull my hips back from his questing hand. “This is all going to be over before we get started if you don’t give me a break,” I said through continued kisses.
“Mmm, no.” He ran the tip of his tongue over the edge of my front teeth. “I’ve got plans for you that go beyond frotting this time.”
I lifted the hand I wasn’t using to hold myself up and lowered it to cup his ass, kneading the soft flesh and occasionally dipping my fingers into his crease. “Plans, you say?”
He mewled and arched into my grip. “Plans,” he confirmed breathlessly. “Big ones. Big…plans. Big.”
Wedging my elbow under my side, I freed my other hand and added it to the game, now cupping both sides of Jamison’s pert ass and shoving his briefs down as I did it. “Do tell me about these big…big…plans.” I kissed the edge of his mouth and eased the elastic waist of his briefs over his hard-on, deliberately only brushing it with the edge of my hand to tease him.
His hips bucked at the touch, momentarily pressing his hardness alongside mine, and we both gasped a breath. “Big,” he gasped out, though I wasn’t sure he was actually still following the thread of the conversation so much as commenting on what he felt.
“Huge,” I agreed, playing along and humping my hips into him for a second before drawing back. “So? What are these plans?”
Jamison blinked blankly up at me, his pupils wide and black and his lips wet and pouty. “What?”
Heh. He and reality had completely parted ways. I smothered a self-satisfied smirk. “You said you had plans for me,” I reminded him, toying with his nipple again. “Big ones, that went beyond frotting?”
At the wordfrotting, his hips jerked as if trying to match deed to word, but I pulled mine back teasingly. “Ah, ah, ah,” I reprimanded. “Tell me your plans.”
He lay there, staring up at me, for a long, wordless moment, hips making little aborted thrusts into the air. “Plans,” he repeated vaguely, and then finally seemed to catch up with what was going on. His eyes sharpened on me and he bit his lip. “Yes, plans.” He eyed me seductively. “I want that big cock.”
I looked down at the tent in my boxer-briefs, which we’d still not managed to remove. “It’s right here, baby. Ready for whatever you want.”
He gave me a toothy, hungry smile. “Lube?”
Apparently we were getting right to it. I could get behind that. I gestured to the nightstand that sat on his side of the bed. “Top drawer. Condoms are in there too.”
His smile turned feral as he rolled onto his stomach to reach into the drawer. Hmm, that ass. He rummaged in it for a long moment before coming up with a handful of condoms in one hand and a medium-sized bottle of lube in the other. He rolled back to me and dumped his bounty on the bed between us.
I eyed the - one, two…six - condoms he’d dropped and then looked up at him. “Planning a long night?”
He just grinned unrepentantly. “The longest you’ll ever have.”
That, combined with the look on his face, gave me a shiver. He was welcome to use and abuse me as much as he wanted, because damn, this was hot. “Who’s fucking who?” I asked, fingering one of the wrapped condoms and picking up the lube.
He cocked his head to the side, considering that. “You aren’t an exclusive top?”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “It’s probably, like, 75% my preference, but I’ll bottom happily for the right guy. Just gotta be able to, you know, trust them not to hurt me.” Because I’d made a bad pick for my top once or twice, andyeouch, never again. Some guys, even if they tried hard, just didn’t have the body control necessary. But I was pretty sure that Jamison had the finesse necessary to make it a good - a great - experience. So him fucking me? Sure, yes, please.
He appeared to think about that for a long few seconds, then nodded. “In that case, I want in that hot body first. We can negotiate for the rounds after that.”
Worked for me. I popped open the lube and squirted some onto my fingers, rubbing them together to get them wet. “You’re on.” I curved my hand behind my back and stroked one finger over my own pucker, getting it slick, before easing a finger inside. “It’s been a while since I bottomed. My ex wasn’t a fan,” I told him, then hissed as my second knuckle slipped inside my body.
Jamison regarded me with wide eyes, appearing frozen for a second, and then lunged for me and yanked the lube bottle out of my hand. “I want to play!” He sounded somehow simultaneously like a jealous toddler and the hottest grown man I’d ever seen.
No objections from me. I freed my hand and rolled onto my back, spreading my legs for him, and then reached between mylegs to continue playing lightly with my hole while he slicked his fingers. I drew my hand back as his approached, and I lightly rubbed the remaining lube from my fingers onto my cock, which I began to stroke slowly as he prodded gently at my ring of muscle. We both shuddered as his first finger penetrated my already softening hole, and his clean hand rose to brace on my hip, fingers tightening.
I tipped my head back at the twin pleasures of my hand on my cock and his finger in my hole, with a second finger lightly petting the outside where it was stretched around the first finger. He leaned in to squirt a bit more lube down onto the action, and then eased his second finger into me. I hissed at the stretch and tightened my hand on my cock for a moment, sending a jolt through myself.
“You’re so hot like this,” Jamison breathed into my neck, then kissed the delicate skin there. “Stretching around my fingers. I can feel you tighten up every time you squeeze your cock.” Another kiss. “Can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my cock.”
That and a particularly deep surge of his fingers pulled a cry out of me, and before I could catch my breath he was working a third finger slowly into my body. “So good,” I mumbled into his hair. “Keep going.”
Soon his third finger was all the way in and he slipped his hand back, almost out of my body, and then slammed it back in with his fingers curved. I arched off the bed with a cry as the move hammered directly into my prostate. “Fuck!”
Jamison picked up his head from where it had been resting on my shoulder and gave me a naughty grin. “Language, Mister Rodriguez.” His fingers twisted inside me. “You wouldn’t want me to think you’re not a gentleman, would you?”
I could only moan brokenly as he continued to pet my bundle of nerves with firm deliberation. “Please,” I managed to grit outafter a few seconds. “In me. Now.” Gentleman? Fuck that, I wanted dick.
