“Nope, Jay, you don’t get to move until I say so, remember? I’m in charge, and I told you you’d beg before we’re done.”
Did I say I loved him? I lied. The more he tortured my sensitive nipples, moving from one to the other, the more I hated him, even if I was squirming and panting for relief.
“I said please, Ethan. Pleeease.”
He giggled again while he moved up to the chain I was wearing around my neck, licking and sucking the silver links into his mouth over and over again.
“I heard you, Jay, but I’m not done playing yet.” He put all of his weight on me then, one arm across my chest and the other elbow resting on my chest. Dropping his chin on his hand, he used his other hand to finger the chain, lifting it and letting it glide over his fingers in a smooth and soothing motion. “Tell me about this. I never knew you wore a necklace.”
“I’ve worn it for years, but it’s long enough that you can never see it with the shirts I wear every day. You can if I wear a tee, from the back, but it’s not that noticeable.”
“Why do you wear it, if no one will ever see it? It’s so pretty, with all the different links.”
He was still playing with the necklace, and it was a pleasant distraction. It was giving me some time to cool off, not get too excited.
“It was one of the first chains I ever made. I had made it for a man to give to his wife for a birthday present. I worked hard and tried to make it as perfect as possible. I loved that every link was similar but unique. Before I was finished, the man called and said his wife had passed suddenly and he couldn’t bear to have the necklace, so I refunded him the money and kept it for myself. I’m beginning to see that I kept it to remind myself that life is short, to not take it for granted. At the time I guess it meant I needed to spend more time with the boys, but now…”
I trailed off because I wasn’t sure how to put what I was feeling right now into words. Ethan helped me, yet again.
“But now you realize, it’s too short not to take what you want and be happy for once. To do what’s best for you and no one else.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly it.” Looking into Ethan’s gorgeous cognac eyes, I realized he was what I had wanted all these years and said what my heart felt.
“I want you, Ethan. I want us. You were right. Until I met you, I hadn’t realized I was on a merry go round with no way to jump off and move forward.”
Ethan smiled, dropped down to kiss that sensitive spot he’d found last night, then whispered, “Jump with me, Jay. We’ll jump into this together.”
And that was when he made his move.
Ethan sat up and grabbed something I hadn’t noticed on the bed beside me. It was a small bottle of what looked like lube that he immediately opened, squeezed into his hand and slathered my rock hard cock.
“Fuuck! You are trying to kill me. Jesus, that’s cold!”
Ethan laughed at me trying to squirm away, then slapped the side of my ass.
“Quit being a baby, Jay. It’ll warm up in a second. Then it’ll be hot as fire on your gorgeous cock in the condom, when I sink down on you and fuck you till you can’t speak.”
Holy fuck.
Once I was lubed up, and a condom put in place, with more of that warming lube on the outside, Ethan took his hand off me and reached around, working one finger, then two, then three into his hole. The faces he made and the moans he let escape as he held my gaze and worked himself open only ratcheted me up more than I already was. He was pretty perfection, sitting on top of me, owning me. I was the luckiest man alive at this second.
“Damn that warming lube feels so fucking fantastic.”
“Please, Ethan, I need you. Please, baby. Please?”
Ethan smiled at the new endearment I’d used, brought his hand up, and wiped it on a towel he had placed by me, too.
“One day, I’ll make you suck my fingers before and after I do that, Jay.”
My cock twitched at the dirty suggestion, and he noticed, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, really? That’s good to know, too. The straight-laced Dr. E. wants to be my dirty boy?”
I nodded because fuck yeah, I did. I’d thought about so many things over the years. Things I’d read about or heard about but never had the chance to try. I could do that with Ethan. I knew I could be safe with him.
“Yes, Ethan. I want to be your naughty boy. You might have to spank me to keep me in line sometimes, too.”
Ethan leaned down to kiss me deep and hard, one hand grabbing my neck chain and pulling my head up to meet his demand and his teeth nipping at my lips.
