I climbed up on the bed beside him after I retrieved the condom and lube from the bedside table drawer. I set them aside and then sat astride his hips so I could give him a massage to make sure he was good and relaxed for what I had planned.
I loved the play of muscles beneath my hands and the blissed out sighs that escaped his lips. I made a mental note of which spots got the most reactions out of him for future use. I massaged along his spine and scooted down his body until I was kneading a tight knot at the small of his back while I fit myself between his spread thighs.
Once I worked the knot loose and I had him nearly boneless, I began to massage his firm ass cheeks. I had expected a slight hesitation or at least a little tension, but all I got was a deep masculine groan that was muffled by his pillow. I swatted his ass playfully and said, “I want to hear how I make you feel; no hiding it from me.”
“I love your sass,” he rumbled, “but fuck if it doesn’t make me want to take you over my knee and spank your ass red.”
“Really?” I don’t think I saw that coming. “Okay.” Jack raised his head up and looked at me over his shoulder. He looked as surprised as I did that we were both turned on by that particular kink. With his eyes still on mine, I lowered my body between his spread legs until my head hovered over the round cheeks of his ass. I saw goose bumps pebble up all over his skin the second my breath ghosted over his flesh. “If you don’t want…”
“… I do.” Jack nodded for emphasis. He bit his bottom lip when I licked my lips to moisten them.
I placed tender kisses and love bites all over his flesh, loving the feel of his need vibrating beneath his skin. Jack reached down and sifted a hand through the strands of my hair. It felt so good that I almost closed my eyes, but I didn’t want to lose our connection.
I placed the tip of my tongue at the top of his crack and pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his hole. I heard the breath hitch in his throat as I slowly licked down until I reached his tight bud. I flattened my tongue and licked up and down several times, stopping to tease his opening with each pass. The hand that was gently sifting began to grasp my hair instead. I wondered how long it would be before I was as bald as Jack. Who knew hair pulling was such a turn on, but it drove me fucking crazy.
I amped up my seduction by letting my thumbs join in the fun. I used them to pull his creased flesh tighter so I could tongue it open. Jack released my hair and dropped his head forward on his pillow, as if his head was too heavy to hold up any longer.
“Liam,” he moaned loudly, remembering that I wanted to hear how much he wanted this, and me. “Fuck, that feels… so damn good. I never… Jesus,” he shouted when the tip of my tongue penetrated his ass. “Ace,” he keened, while I massaged his sensitive, nerve-laden tissues on the outside with my thumbs and his inner ring of muscles with my tongue. I kept rimming him until his hole was pliable and greedy. I kept teasing him until he begged, “Fuck me, Ace. I want to feel you inside me.”
I dropped a kiss on his rosette while reaching for the condom and lube I dropped beside him earlier. I kept tonguing his ass with teasing licks until my cock was fully sheathed and lubricated. I poured some lube on my fingers and eased one inside his welcoming hole. I closed my eyes, knowing that as tight and hot as he was, I wouldn’t last long.
I prepared him as lovingly as he did me the night before and then placed the head of my dick at his entrance. I held my breath when I pushed in far enough for my crown to breach the snug ring of muscles. I expelled all of the air in my lungs as my cock was clenched in a heated choke hold. Jack pushed back against me and I groaned loudly as inch after inch of my dick was swallowed up by his tight channel.
I heard blissful whimpers and pleading groans, but I wasn’t sure which one of us was making which noise. I just knew that his heat was burning me alive as I buried myself to the hilt and held still so he could adjust. I was the only man to breach him, and fuck if that didn’t make me want to go all caveman and pound my chest.
Jack bucked his hips beneath me, but it wasn’t an attempt to unseat me, not at all. The action was accompanied by, “Love me, Ace.” I saw his fists tangled in his pillow on both sides of his head. His body trembled beneath mine and I would’ve sworn I could hear his heart thundering in his chest, but it was hard to hear anything over the pounding of my own heart in my ears.
That wasn’t the first time I topped a man, but it was the first time I topped a man that I loved. It felt completely different, just as it had the time I accepted him inside my body. I had felt loveless sex before, but now I knew how it felt to make love. There was no comparison and I would never settle for anything less than what Jack gave to me. I moved slowly in and out of him until I felt my orgasm building in my sac, threatening to erupt and spill out of me.
“More, Liam. Harder.” Jack’s voice was strained as he begged me for more. Jack slid a hand beneath his body and I saw his hand jerking up and down as he worked his cock. Next time I would take him face to face so I could watch his strong hand working his cock up and down while I pegged his prostate. “So close, Ace. Liam,” he cried and his body tensed beneath me as he came.
His ass squeezed my cock so hard that I couldn’t hold back any longer. I pulled my dick out of him quickly, removed my condom, and stroked my dick until I came all over his ass. I marked his flesh with my cum like he had done to me and loved that he wore my mark and scent all over him. In two short days, I had become a complete Neanderthal. I drew the line at pissing on his leg before he left his loft though.
I picked up the soiled condom off of his bed and threw it away in the bathroom trashcan. I wet a washcloth with hot water and returned to the bedroom so I could clean him up before I washed myself. Jack remained quiet while I cleaned him up, but he sat up slowly before he rose to his feet when I tossed the washcloth on the bedside table. All of my energy left me and I sagged down on the bed. Nerves and insecurity that maybe I hadn’t made Jack’s first time bottoming special enough for him settled in.
Jack opened a closet somewhere on the other side of the room, but I didn’t turn to see what he was doing. I heard his bare feet pad back across to the bed. Jack walked over to me and placed his hand beneath my chin, raising my head to look into my eyes.
I didn’t see any regret or discomfort in his green eyes, only adoration and peacefulness. My fears disappeared under his steady gaze and satisfied smile. “Can you stand up long enough for me to change the sheets, Ace?”
“Be quick,” I told him sassily, earning myself a quick slap on my ass once I stood up. I gasped at the sudden sting on my flesh. Suddenly, I was starting to feel more alert.
“Huh uh,” Jack said, shaking his head. “You make me feel sixteen again, but my body doesn’t agree.” I began helping him pull the spunky sheets off his bed. “I’m going to need to start taking vitamins to keep up with you.” His voice was playful, but I still looked over to see if he was serious. I knew Jack was older, but he appeared to be in the prime of his life. Did our age difference bother him? His face was a cool mask of calm, but I saw his pulse thumping in his throat.
“Hardly,” I snorted. “I suppose I should start working out more at the gym since you are in much better shape than I am.”
Jack put an arm on my hand to still my motion. I looked up at him and found him frowning at me. “I think you’re perfect the way that you are, and I don’t want you to change anything about your body.”
“I wouldn’t change anything about you either, including your age.” I gave him a pointed look and saw a knowing smirk when he realized that I had set him up to make my point.
“That spanking is looming closer and closer,” he growled and pulled me into a hug.
“Promises, promises,” I said in a sing-song voice while we finished stripping his dirty sheets.
We quickly remade the bed with fresh sheets and even that simple domestic task made me sigh in blissful contentment. Once we settled in bed, Jack whistled for Charlie and turned off the light. It was a routine I was more than willing to get used to.
“Liam,” Jack said right as I was about to drift to sleep in the warmth of his arms. “I want to hire Ben’s brother to find Jeremiah. I’ve been giving what you said a lot of thought and it feels right to try and find him. If he’s alive, then I want to give him that photo of the two of them standing in front of the Sherman tank. If he’s passed on, then I’ll rest easy knowing that they’re together again.”
“I’ll get Bevan’s phone number for you from Xavier tomorrow so you can talk to him whenever you’re ready, babe.” I burrowed even closer to him, if that was even possible. Jack Murphy was the stuff that dreams were made of and he was mine; all mine. God, I had fallen for him hard and fast; it was both scary and exhilarating at the same time.
