Griffin
“Can I tell you something weird?”
Jake sat cross-legged on the edge of my bed, looking small on the king-sized mattress. He was in the middle of sensuously taking off his shirt.
“Of course,” I replied.
It was the night of the 14th. I’d taken Jake out to a nice dinner, both as a Valentine’s Day treat and as an apology for my previous behavior, and now we had returned to my bedroom. The dim lights and lit candles on the bedside tables created a languid mood for what we were about to engage in.
Jake slung the shirt off his shoulder and let it pool on the floor. The half-lidded glance he gave me combined with his bare chest lit by candlelight was enough to make my cock twitch in my pants.
“I don’t know how to explain it without sounding crazy, but I’ll try,” Jake said. Now he reached for his belt, which he slipped off in one fluid motion. “The first few times I met, I couldn’t get your scent out of my head.”
“My scent?” I repeated.
“Yeah.” He stepped out of his pants so that he was completely nude in front of me, except for the leather belt he wrapped absentmindedly around his hands. “It was strange. Not to be weird about it, but it was the most amazing thing I’d ever smelled. That was mostly the reason I agreed to see you a second time.”
I raised my brows. “Interesting. Do you still smell it now?”
Jake smirked as he sauntered over to me, looking down. He gripped the belt in his fist and suggestively ran his hand up and down the length of it. “Oh, yes. Definitely.” He leaned down so his face hovered above the sensitive skin of my neck as he took a deep drag of my scent. “God, it’s good.”
I shuddered. My pants grew tighter.
Now Jake unraveled the belt and threw it loosely around the back of my neck to pull me up towards him for a kiss. The eroticism was too much for me to handle and I moaned into his mouth.
A strand of saliva connected us as we pulled apart. The obscenity of it sent a thrill through my body.
“I want you,” he murmured.
“How?” I asked.
He casually trailed his hand down my shirt. “Inside me.”
My mouth went dry. “Of course. May I take off my clothes?”
“Hm. No,” Jake said.
Without explaining further, his hand grasped my cock through two layers of fabric and I let out a pathetic whimper. Inspired by the sound, Jake grinned and palmed the length of it slowly. With his other hand, he undid my pants and snapped the waistband of my briefs just low enough that only my cock and balls hung out of the clothing.
“We’re gonna make a bit of a mess,” Jake said, licking his lips. “Okay?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
Jake took my cock and languidly pumped it to full arousal, which took barely seconds. He looked down at it with feigned disinterest. The glaze in his eyes betrayed his true lust.
“You are not going to remove any more clothes,” Jake instructed. “You’re going to fuck me just like this, while you’re sitting on the floor.”
“Yes.”
His lip curled into a smirk. “Good.”
My breath hitched in my throat as Jake arranged himself over me, his thighs straddling my legs as he lowered his ass towards my aching cock. He hovered on top of me, just frustrating inches from touching. I gasped as a trickle of wetness slipped out of his hole and dripped down my cock.
“Oh my,” Jake said devilishly. “Look how slick you made me.”
I swallowed a moan as Jake lowered himself enough that the head of my cock touched his entrance. It was hot and wet, a tantalizing taste of what was yet to come. I bit my lip and forced myself to be patient.
Jake grasped my cock and held it firm as he pushed down. He gasped as my cock stretched him. The wet tightness enveloped me and I hissed. It was painfully slow going when all I wanted was to pound into himnow.
