He earns another boisterous laugh from me, and I realize how far I’ve come from that tension I experienced in thenightclub.
All the credit goes toJesse.
In the morning I may regret everything I shared, but in this moment, Idon’t.
All I want is to do exactly what he says and use this whole vacation as an opportunity to escape into this incredible experience we’ve been able to work uptogether.
29
Jesse
We’re lostin kisses once again, both of us seeming to work to escape the seriousness of the conversation Eric just shared withme.
His movements, his way of taking my lips and moving his fingers across my body…the sensations are so different, so much more intimate than what we’ve shared before. There’s still that hot passion between us, but also something else. This feeling like I’m with that part of Eric he keeps close to his chest, that he isn’t eager toshare.
I crawl back across the bed, and he keeps up with me as we tilt our heads either way, the sound of our lips smacking filling theair.
Each stroke and tug against my body assures me he needs me right now, and I want to be there for him, to give him an opportunity to ease himself from all the stressors I saw him experience throughout the evening. From the moment on the dance floor when he seemed to be seized by some unnerving thought, to when he shared his feelings about his relationship withTy.
He kisses down my body—between my pecs, down my abdomen—his lips and tongue like they’re competing to give my flesh the most attentionpossible.
He slides his hands under my ass, cupping it, massaging gently as he takes my cock into his mouth, his expertise allowing me to release all my worries and anxieties about what we share and why weshouldn’t.
He pulls his left hand back and grabs my balls, applying pressure. He’s so good at what he does, so good that it leaves me feeling comfortable, completely surrendering tohim.
I want him to show me things I’ve never experienced before, take me to places beyond my ability to currently imagine. As he continues his work, I find myself climbing too quickly, and I grab the back of his head, moaninggently.
He releases my cock, and it slaps against my stomach, dripping with precum and spit, twitching fromarousal.
“I think that was getting to be a bit too much for you, wasn’t it?” he asks. “Were youclose?”
“So close I better not touch it,” I warnhim.
He grins like he’s proud of himself, and I’m proud in knowing I’m responsible for thatsmile.
“Do you think you’re good to bottom tonight?” heasks.
“Oh, I’m definitely good,” I say. “I actually stopped by the store earlier today, picked up a few things to make sure I would be ready, if you know what Imean.”
“Where did you learnthat?”
“Google’s good for stuff likethis.”
“I bet it is. You know some of us didn’t have it that easy. We had to learn the old-fashioned way, fromexperience.”
He leans over to the nightstand to retrieve the condoms and lube, and I admire his physique, the tense, taut muscles in hisbody.
He crawls back to me between my legs while tearing the condom open with his mouth, then rolling it on his dick. As he applies some lube, I lift my legs off the mattress and raise themback.
He moves toward me, and I feel that same pressure as he pushes his cock against my hole. I’m not as nervous or uneasy thistime.
“You okay?” he asks again, checking in withme.
There’s something about the way he does that that makes me feel so safe with him, socomfortable.
“More than ready,” I say as I lean up and reach out to him, grabbing the back of his neck, pulling him to me for a kiss, pulling him down, inadvertently forcing him to push his way farther in. I’m a little nervous, but as he slides in, it’s much easier this time, perhaps because I’m not as tense and maybe the alcohol has something to do withthat.
As he kisses me, the scruff on his face pricks my skin. It’s a sensation I encourage as I rub my face againsthis.
