Jesse nodded, lifting his hips to help as I slowly pulled the sweatpants down his legs. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and his cock sprang free, hard and leaking, the metal piercing catching the moonlight.
“No underwear?” I raised an eyebrow. “Were you planning this?”
“Maybe hoping a little,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “Not planning.” He paused again, kissing me. “I missed you too, you know?”
I tossed his sweatpants aside and sat back on my heels, drinking in the sight of him naked on my bed. This was a gift I’d never thought I’d have… Jesse Harris, sprawled across my sheets, looking up at me with desire and something much deeper in his eyes.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he complained, reaching for the hem of my shirt.
I caught his hands, bringing them to my lips. “Tonight isn’t about me. It’s about you.”
“But—”
“Let me do this, Jesse,” I said softly. “Let me take care of you. Please.”
Something in my voice must have convinced him, because he relaxed back against the pillows, surrendering. “Alright, cowboy. Have it your way.”
I stripped off my shirt, knowing he’d at least want that much skin contact, then settled between his legs. I pressed kisses to his inner thighs, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there. Jesse’s breathing grew heavier, his cock twitching with anticipation.
I deliberately avoided it, teasing him with kisses everywhere but where he wanted me most. His hips bucked impatiently, seeking contact.
“Cole,” he groaned. “Stop teasing.”
“Patience,” I murmured against his skin. “I’m savoring you.”
I continued my slow exploration, mapping every inch of his thighs with my lips and tongue. When I finally let my breath ghost over his cock, he shuddered beneath me, a broken moan escaping his lips.
“Please,” he whispered, his fingers tangling in my hair.
I couldn’t deny him any longer. I took him in my hand, feeling the weight of him, the silky skin and the hard metal of his piercing. It was still new to me, the feeling of another man’s cock in my hand, but with Jesse, it felt right. Natural. Like I’d been waiting my whole life to touch him this way.
I leaned down and ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, feeling the piercing slide against my tongue. Jesse’s hips jerked upward, his breath catching in his throat.
“Jesus, Cole,” he gasped. “That’s...fuck...”
Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth and took him inside. The weight of him on my tongue, the unfamiliar taste, the way his piercing pressed against the roof of my mouth… It was all still so new. But the sounds he made, the way his body responded to me, gave me the confidence to continue.
I’d never done this before Jesse came back into my life. Never even considered it. But now, with him writhing beneath me, I couldn’t imagine wanting anything else. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking gently as I took him deeper, careful of my teeth.
“God, you’re getting good at that,” Jesse moaned, his head thrown back against my pillow. “Too good.”
I pulled off with a wet sound, looking up at him through my lashes. “I’ve had a good teacher.”
His laugh turned into a groan as I took him in my mouth again, this time relaxing my throat to take him deeper. The piercing slid along my tongue as I worked him, my hand wrapped around what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.
“Cole,” Jesse warned, his thighs tensing beneath my hands. “If you keep that up, I’m going to?—”
I pulled off again, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Not yet,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to his hip. “I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
I reached for my bedside drawer, fishing out the bottle of lube I’d bought after our first night together. Jesse watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths.
“Stay right there,” I said softly, hopping off the bed for a moment to remove my jeans at last.
My cock was relieved for the release and already leaking pre-cum profusely. What I had in mind for tonight was turning me on more than I thought possible. The anticipation was nearly killing me. But when I crawled onto his lap, straddling this hips, the gasp that slipped out of him made it all worth it.
“Cole…” he said, raising an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”
“Taking care of you,” I repeated, squirting lube into my hand. I reached back behind me, working the lube over his cock until he groaned beneath me. “Take care ofallof you.”
