My lips twitched. “You forgot turmeric. I had an Army buddy who swore by it as a cure for everything ranging from constipation to PTSD.”
“Well, it’s certainly easier to do than sunning your butthole. I’d imagine the Army would have issues with you doing that.”
The mental picture of Nash turning his ass toward the sun and spreading his legs wide had me snorting with laughter. Theman would kill me if he knew, but it was too funny not to imagine. “Yeah, Nash would definitely have an opinion on that.”
Heath looked at my dick, which had flagged a little. “Maybe not the best strategy to talk about your sergeant when you’re trying to have sex.”
He wasn’t wrong there, but damn if I would admit that. “Excuse me. I’m not trying to have sex. I’mhavingsex.” Then, as an afterthought, “If that’s okay with you.”
Heath grinned. “You’re so fucking adorable.”
“Adorable? I’m not ado— Hmph.”
Heath’s mouth on mine made it hard to talk, which was kind of the point, I suspected. Not that I was protesting. I poured myself into the kiss, and my cock sprung right back to its previous state. No more thinking of Nash now. Or Nash’s butthole.Especiallyhis butthole.
It was a while later when we came up for air, and by then, Heath had managed to take my pants off as well. With anyone else, showing my scarred body would’ve been a huge problem, but not with him. He understood like no one else could, and it only made me feel closer to him.
I trailed my hand down his chest, but this time, I didn’t stop and continued to his cock, which jutted out with a thick drop at the tip. Nothing weird about it, I told myself. I jerked myself off all the time, so why would touching another man’s cock feel weird? It wasn’t, and my brain would just have to get over itself.
I wrapped my hand around him. We were about the same size, though mine was a little thicker, and Heath’s had more of a curve. Neither of us had porn-star dimensions, but I honestly couldn’t care less. I’d never had complaints about the size of my dick, and besides, it was more about how you used it anyway, right? Which brought me to the question of…
“Do you prefer topping or bottoming?” I asked, and damn, that had come out so smoothly.
Heath’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s… Thank you for asking. I’m vers. No preference either way.”
“I’ve never tried either, so I don’t know, but I’m open to finding out.”
“You are?”
“Yeah, why not?”
He kissed me again, slowly this time. “Sergeant Grumpy, you keep surprising me…and there are not a lot of people who manage to do that.”
His compliment spread like warm honey inside me. “Thank you.”
Only then did I realize I was still holding his cock. “Sorry. I’ll get to… I’ll…”
Oh, whatever. My actions would have to do the talking for me. I swiped the drop of precum with my thumb, then licked it off. I’d tasted my own cum before. Hell, I doubted there was a man on the planet who hadn’t tried that at some point. Was I fond of the taste? Not particularly, but it didn’t bother me either. And judging by the way Heath’s eyes just darkened, he liked what I’d done, and that was all that mattered.
I wanted to learn how to suck dick, but that was for next time. For now, my hand would have to do, but I’d make it good for him. I scooted a little lower to have good access, then went to work. With my left hand, I cradled his balls since I always liked that sensation. A gentle squeeze could feel amazing too, so I tried that. Heath’s eyes crossed, so it was safe to say that was a yes for him.
The logistics of jacking someone else off were a little more complicated, I discovered. Funny how something I’d done to myself so many times was much harder when you did it to someone else. It took a while before my hand managed a fluid motion, but once I had it, I made sure to do that little twist-and-tighten near the tip that always had me gasping with pleasure.
“Jesus…” Heath moaned, thrusting into my hand. “So good. Feels so good.”
How was it possible to get as much pleasure from watching him as from jerking myself off? No, that wasn’t even right. I’d ten times rather do it to him and see the ecstasy on his face that made his eyes go glassy, hear the needy sounds he made, smell the tang of his arousal.
I put a little pressure on his balls again, and my reward was a loud moan. I loved how uninhibited he was, not holding back in showing how much he was enjoying this.
He let his legs fall open, pulling up his good leg. Oh, that gave me an idea…which was maybe why he’d done it. I let go of his balls and moved behind them to that sensitive bit of skin between his balls and hole.
“Fuck, yes,” Heath panted. Then, “Wet your finger.”
Wet my…? Oh. Right. Not something I was used to with a woman, but if he liked bottoming, playing with his ass would add to the pleasure. I could do that.
I thoroughly wetted my left index finger while my right hand continued its corkscrew motion, then brought my finger back to his perineum…and to his hole. I rubbed it first, but when he made an impatient sound, I pressed against it. It only took a little pressure for me to slip inside him.
Oh fuck, now what did I do? It had to be the same principle, right? Pump gently?
