He gave his fingers another twist, then kissed me hard and drew them out. “There, see, that’s the gentleman in you, asking nicely.” He wiped his hand on the comforter off to the side and picked up a condom. I watched raptly as he tore it open and rolled it onto his cock, then squirted some more lube onto it. “Ready?”
In answer, I could only part my legs wider and groan, but he took that as the ‘yes’ I had intended and rolled on top of me, settling between my legs and then sitting back on his knees. He looked down at me sprawled out, open, in front of him, and licked his lips. “Someday I’m going to eat that ass until you scream,” he informed me casually, stroking his dick through my crease to gather some stray lube.
I made a strangled moan, unsure whether I was more turned on by his words or the anticipation that was growing as his cock continued to catch on my rim and then drift past it, over and over. “Please,” I finally ground out, wrapping my legs around his waist and forcing him down over me.
“Needy boy,” he chided, but he did as I asked and lined his dick up with my pucker, slowly starting to press in. I let out a breath and pushed, and with not much effort, he popped through that first ring of muscles and his head was inside me. We both sucked in our breaths, and I fought not to tense up again at the intrusion. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done this before. I knew how to receive. But somehow those first few seconds were always a struggle to relax and accept the intrusion. Jamison drizzled a bit more lube over his cock, stroking it down his length and slipping the very tip of one finger in alongside his cock to get a little inside me. “You ready?” he asked as my body started to relax.
“God, yes,” I moaned, tightening my ankles behind his back to draw him deeper into me. He sank in slowly, with little jerks ofhis hips in and out, until finally his balls were flush with my ass and I felt his pubic hair tickling my taint. God, he felt huge. I was so full. “Fuck me,” I demanded, tightening my legs again.
He lifted his clean hand to my hair, running his fingers through it and dislodging the elastic that had been - poorly, at this point - holding it back. “As you wish,” he told me with a smile, and kissed my ear, my forehead, and finally my lips. I gasped into his hot mouth as he began to move in earnest, dragging out of me and then pushing inexorably back in. His cockhead massaged my prostate as he moved, and my breath hitched rhythmically as my hips jerked up to meet his. His lube-y hand drifted over my hip, then my stomach, before sliding around to grab my cock and begin stroking where my own hand had frozen in place as I adjusted.
My whole body clenched at the sensation, and for a moment neither of us could move, me because I was frozen, processing, and him because I was squeezing him too tightly. Then I willed my body to relax and he began to pound into me steadily, his hand squeezing and releasing my cock in the same rhythm as his dick was slipping in and out of my body. He added a little twist on my cockhead and suddenly my orgasm wasright there. I gasped, trying to hold off, vaguely embarrassed that I was going to come after all of two minutes.
“Hen.Hen,” he hissed heatedly. His teeth clamped down where my neck met my shoulder, and that was it, I was done for. A glorious warmth permeated my groin, my hips shot upward, and I came all over myself, impaling myself deeper with Jamison’s cock as I did so. “Shit!” I ground out as I erupted, feeling my prostate basically massaging itself with the way I was clenching and unclenching on Jamison’s cock.
“Holy fuck, you feel so…oh my god!” His hips froze, then started stuttering, with little, aborted thrusts into me. I could feel his ass clenching under my hand and I pressed on it,drawing him a little deeper into me as he unloaded into the condom.
There was silence, broken only by the sounds of our heaving breaths and the little whines Jamison was making with his face still buried in my neck. He licked where he’d bitten, and I shivered. “Sorry,” he managed to gasp after half a minute or so. “I didn’t mean to bite you like that.”
I chuckled, though my heart was still pounding. “Good thing I work from home and the cats don’t care if I have a hickey.”
“Oh my god, I bet I did give you a hickey,” he wailed, burying his face in my neck again. “What am I, fifteen?”
I patted the back of his neck. “I’m choosing to believe that the sex was so good that you got carried away and forgot yourself.”
He jerked his head up and back so he could meet my eyes. “Well,yeah. Duh.” Moving with obvious reluctance, he pulled out of me, holding the bottom of the condom with his dirty hand, and pulled away. I felt suddenly cold at the loss of his body on top of me. “That was quite possibly the best sex ever,” he continued after disposing of the condom in my bedside trash can and wiping me off with a tissue, as if the long pause between utterances hadn’t been there. “I definitely got carried away.” He climbed back onto the bed and leaned on his elbow over me, probing at my neck with his clean hand. “Yeah, that’s going to leave a mark. Sorry again.”
I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him down closer to me. “S’ok. It was hot.”
He snuggled into me with a sigh, nestling his face into my neck. “So hot.” His hand came up and across my stomach to wrap around my far side, his leg was thrown across mine, and we lay there in silence for a long minute with him half-sprawled over me. Suddenly, he gave a shaking little laugh. “Poor Solo.”
I lifted my head just enough to get a better look at him. “Huh?” What did Solo have to do with his giving me a hickey?
He chuckled again. “We were in there loving on him, and then all of a sudden we were mauling each other and out of the room like the hounds of hell were on our heels. He’s probably wondering what he did wrong.”
I imagined fluffy, grumpy Solo sitting atop the bed with his perpetual frown, trying to puzzle out how he’d scared the humans away, and couldn’t help but join in the laughter. “I’m an awful cat dad,” I gasped through my giggles. “Traumatizing him on day one.”
He snorted. “No, traumatizing him would be if we’d made him watch.” His hand tightened and then loosened on my side. “Curie’s an old hand, but I want to make a good impression on the new kid..”
“Oh, so a human audience would be fine?” I teased, wrapping my legs around his thighs and rolling a little to bring his full weight on top of me. He was small, and it was no hardship to bear his weight, and honestly, it felt comforting.
Picking up his head to meet my eyes, he regarded me with surprising solemnity. “No. You’re mine. No sharing. No watching.”
That hadn’t come out as if it were part of our lighthearted banter. It had sounded as if he were…serious. I raised an eyebrow, keeping eye contact. “I’m yours?”
His eyes dropped, and he faceplanted back into my neck and groaned. “Sorry, that wasn’t…I didn’t mean…”
Oh. I’d kinda hoped hedidmean. But maybe he had, and now he was just embarrassed and backtracking? I rubbed between his shoulder blades, trying to soothe both of us with the motion. Should I speak up? My anxious brain shouted a bigNo!, reminding me of how embarrassing it would be to lay it out there and have him politely let me down, but the rest of me, the part with emotional intelligence, maintained that yes, hehadmeant something by what he said. I bit my lip and thought for a longmoment before speaking. “Being yours would be nice.” Ok, so it wasn’t a ringing declaration, but it was as far as I could bring myself to go right now.
He stilled on top of me, legs and arms going tense. “It would?”
Unable to help myself, I kissed his temple. “It would. And I mean, I know we’re not…and it isn’t…” Great, now I was the one stammering. I stopped and gathered myself, then tried again. “I know we’re kind of caught up in this weird circumstance. But also I feel like there’s something here, with you and me. I mean…” I tightened my legs around him. “The sex is hot as hell. But also I just like hanging out and talking to you. And you like my cats.”
For some reason, it was the mention of the cats that got him to relax and lift his head. He met my eyes again and smiled. “And you like mine.”
“I do.” I pecked a light kiss on his lips. “Sounds like compatibility to me.”
He sighed into my mouth. “I don’t…I’m not that good at relationships. Guys get bored of me, I think? Or annoyed with me. Or both.”
