“What’re you—”
Leaning forward, I kissed his trapped dick, using my lips to press at it under the warm leather, and he groaned, nudging against my face. I turned my cheek and used it to nuzzle his hard-on until he was gasping and cursing under his breath, and then he stepped back and popped open the button on his fly. He lowered the zipper. The leather came undone and a patch of dark curls was revealed. I worked off his shoes first and then peeled the leather down his hips. He swore as his dick came loose and sprang up. I wasn’t disappointed. He was uncut, long, and thick enough that I was impressed, just like last time, but not so huge that I was scared. I licked my lips, and he groaned.
“Please. Please, Hunter. It’s all I thought about all day. All I thought about last night while I was jerking off. Give us a kiss there, huh?” He grasped his dick and thrust his hips toward me. The head was peeking out of his foreskin, purply pink and glistening. I stuck my tongue out and licked into the opening that seemed too small to let him out to party, and he moaned so dirty that I wanted to record it and play it over and over again. I used my tongue to chase under the skin while he hissed out encouraging sounds, and then I sucked along his shaft, tasting him. Memories of the last time we did this had me taking things slow. Eventually I got my nerve up to suck him into my mouth.
He shivered and shook and thrust in farther and farther until I nearly had my lips to the base of his cock. He tasted good, and I loved the solid feel of him against my tongue. He was being careful, too, I could tell, and while I liked this, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted him on his back. For me.
I sucked along his length until he popped free of my mouth, and he let out a laugh that was nearly a groan, but that didn’t stop me as I got to my feet.
“Get on the bed,” I said to him and ripped my own shirt up and off. He licked his lips and stared down my body. I’d never felt ugly, but never particularly handsome, either, until this second. His dick strained toward his stomach and his brown eyes were glassy with excitement. His breath sped up while he gave me a thirsty once-over. A shock of power flitted through me like electric butterflies, and for a second I felt like I could lift a motorcycle one-handed. He wriggled his pants the rest of the way off and stepped out of them, and I toyed with the zipper on my borrowed pants, while he yanked his socks off and then tossed them.
He stopped breathing.
“You want this?” I asked, not sure if I was teasing him, or making sure I wasn’t one of those people who took without asking—hurt without knowing.
“Very much, ya devil,” he whispered, and the sparkle was back in his eyes. I liked how he could go from so serious to amused in nearly an instant, and it made me feel good that unlike a lot of the men in my life—fuck, unlike me—he went easier toward happiness than the fucked-up bullshit anger that seemed to wait to sneak out of me.
He stepped closer and kissed me again, opening my pants himself. I nearly died on the spot when he unzipped my fly and wiggled his hand inside. It felt so good to have him slip his fingers around me and gently squeeze. He shoved my pants and they slid down my legs to tangle at my ankles. He laughed and bent to fix them for me but then gasped and went to one knee.
“Damn it. Shouldnothave moved that fast,” he said, touching his head.
“Shit,” I whispered.
He brushed my hands from his arms and held my pants so I could step out of them. The moment I was completely naked wasn’t scary, not with Jamie on the floor, looking up at me like I was somehow special.
“Wow,” he said, and that had me laughing. He leaned in and kissed all around my dick but didn’t touch it. His chin brushed my shaft, and I nearly flew out of my skin at the jolt from the small scrape of his afternoon stubble. It wasn’t bad, just intense.
“Suck me.” I wasn’t sure where that firm voice came from because I sure as shit hadn’t known it was hiding inside me.
He smirked. “Nah, got something better in mind.” He rose smoothly to his feet and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he slapped a tube in my hand and went to the bed. He bent over with his hands on the mattress and his back arched. I must have spent too long appreciating the curves of his ass because his lips were set in a pout when he glanced over his shoulder at me.
“Come on. Don’t be shy.”
“I….” I glanced down at the lube then back at him. Something clicked together in me. He wanted this, and I did too. I opened the tube and squirted some of the cool gel in my hand. When I got to him, I tossed the lube on the bed. Presented with his muscled, tight ass, I dropped to the floor again so I could plant a kiss on the tiny crinkle at the very top of his crack where his cheeks came together in a cute little vee. He chuckled.
“Not where I want ya to kiss.”
“I’ll get there when I get there,” I murmured, and he moaned, shoving his ass back toward me. The thrill of his response, a little eager, had me using my nonglooped hand to spread his cheeks open. I studied his asshole, pinkish tan like the foreskin on his cock, and decided I liked it a lot. He was pretty here, too. For as long as I could remember, I’d jerked off thinking about moments like this—where someone wanted me. Where someone was excited for me to be with them.
And this was right. I was glad I’d waited for Jamie to come along. Could I have gone out and gotten myself fucked before now, even as awkward as I could be? Probably, but my dick strained and leaked for him because when he glanced back at me and smiled, I felt like he really wanted me here. I wasn’t just a dick or a hole for him. It meant so much that he trusted me to be in control of this. I blew out a long breath and lapped my tongue from right behind his balls, upward over his hole.
Jamie moaned and surprised me when he reached back and grabbed my hair. He tugged me toward himself, and the pain on my scalp stung, but also shocked excitement into my gut. I pressed the flat of my tongue on his asshole. He pulled my hair so hard it twinged as I worked the tip of my tongue into his tense ring. Soon he was saying a string of pretty-sounding words that were so fast and lyrical I couldn’t understand anything but the curses.
Some lube dripped onto my leg and reminded me it was waiting there in my hand. I leaned back, and he moaned, shoving his ass toward me as if he was going to follow me. He tugged my hair harder, but I put a hand on him. He let go of me and spread his legs, taking a firmer stance with both hands on the bed.
“Tell me,” I whispered and brought one finger up to slide the slick mess around his hole because that seemed like a decent start. He moaned. “What do I do?”
“Ya don’t know at all?”
“I know I need this in you. I don’t know how you like it done.”
He moaned. “Don’t worry about it. Just fuck me, lover.”
He arched his back farther and I could see his thighs trembling, and his balls hung down between his legs like fruit I wanted to lick and suck. I reached up and cupped them and he jumped. I gave them a light roll in the palm of my hand.
“Don’t care,” he said on a harsh pant. “Fuck, Hunter, just do it.”
I took my time. It was always better to do that than fuck up a job. I slipped my fingers into his crack and then pushed one against his hole.
