He twists his torso and grabs a lube bottle from his bedside table. He squeezes some onto his finger and continues stroking my crack as he kisses me. It feels so good. Good enough to erase my guilt at ditching my friends, at least for now.
Jett is learning what I enjoy and becoming more confident. When we’re fooling around like this, he doesn’t need to ask for guidance anymore. That was the point of this whole endeavour, wasn’t it? To make him comfortable being intimate with men so he can fully explore his sexuality. I’m winning, so why does it feel like I’m losing?
“You’re beautiful,” he says. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“You say the nicest things.”
He widens his eyes. “Was that the wrong thing to say? I was going for pillow talk. I failed, didn’t I?”
“Relax.” I nip his lower lip. “It was good pillow talk. You could get a little dirtier with it if you wanted.”
“Dirtier?”
“Yeah. Tell me how hot and tight my arse will feel around your cock. Tell me how much you want to make me come or how hard you’ll fuck me. Tell me how hard you are for me.”
His eyes get wider still with every statement I make.
“Don’t overthink it. Say whatever comes to mind. I promise I’ll find it sexy.”
He nods and thrusts his cock against me. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?”
I reward him with a throaty moan. “Yes.” I reach between us and grasp his cock. “You’re so fucking hard, and I love it. I can’t wait to feel you inside me. You’re going to make me come so hard when you fuck me.”
“You’re much better at this than me.”
“Didn’t you talk dirty with girlfriends?”
“No. Maybe I should have?”
“Maybe. Like anything, dirty talk isn’t for everyone. You don’t have to do it if it makes you feel self-conscious or silly.”
He purses his lips. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah. It can add to the heat. But I don’t need a guy to talk dirty to me.” I peck his lips. “Do what makes you most comfortable.”
“Okay. Do you know what I am comfortable doing?” He rubs his finger over my arsehole.
“No? What?”
“This.”
As he pushes his finger inside me, I tense for a second, then relax as I get used to the feel of his finger. “Oh, that feels so good, Jett.”
He kisses my jaw and neck as he warms and stretches my arse. He’s becoming a confident lover, and I’m here for it. Everything he does is sexy and tender. The way he holds me, the way he kisses me, the way he fingers my arse. And he takes his time. He’s not in a hurry to get to the main event. If this were just a booty call, it would be different, wouldn’t it? It would be quick and frantic, with clashing teeth, heaving chests, and hard sex. Instead, our foreplay stretches on for several minutes, and it’s beautiful. Even though I’m the experienced one, he takes care of me.
By the time he slides his fingers out of my arse, I’m a quivering wreck of need.
“I want you,” I rasp.
He puts a condom on and coats his cock in lube. He nudges me onto my back, threads his fingers through mine, and presses my hands into the pillow as he kneels between my spread legs.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Is it okay for you to take charge? Yes. I like this side of you.” I wriggle and bite my lip. “It’s masterful and sexy.”
“And this position?”
“You’re overthinking.”
