I walk him back to the bed, my eyes focused on his chocolate brown irises. When his legs bump into the mattress I push him onto the bed, just like he pushed me in my dream. “Well then, I think it’s time for me to get to work.” Dropping down on top of him, I put my hands on either side of his head and lean down to taste the skin on his shoulder. Tracing his smooth chest with my tongue, I lick and suck his tiny pink nipple into my hungry mouth. Every inch of him is addicting.
“Yes, just like that,” Pete moans and arches his back. I move to the other nipple not wanting to miss a single inch of his soft skin. He reaches for the waist of his boxers but I bat his hands away.
“My job,” I assure him. “You just enjoy the ride, Jellybean.”
“But you’re taking too long,” he whines and I chuckle against his abdomen. “You should already have two fingers stretching me. I feel so empty.”This side of him? The needy and demanding part? It makes me want to drag this out longer to make him go crazy with need. “I’m serious, if you don’t start prepping me in the next thirty seconds, I’m doing it myself.” He tries again to take off his underwear.
“Mine,” I growl and reach for the drawer next to the bed where I stash lube and condoms. I lay them next to us on the sheet and peel off his boxers.
“Fucking finally.” His audible relief makes me grin wider. Silly boy thinks this is going to speed things up.
“You’re going to be a handful.” My words are muffled against the skin on his hip as I take a deep inhale of his scent.
“Please tell me you’re not figuring that out just now.” I can hear the humor in his voice.
“Oh believe me, I already know you’re high maintenance.” I continue to kiss his skin, strategically bypassing his hard dick.
“Duhhh…” He moans when I lift his leg and lick a path along the juncture of his thigh and groin. “You’re getting closer to the goal.” Not if he’s still able to talk. I flip him over and slap his ass playfully. “Mhmm, closer…” I spread his ass cheeks, making note of how large my hands are in comparison to his tiny frame and it makes the caveman in me beat its chest. Moving down to settle between his legs, I take my first real taste of him. “Fucking jackpot.”
If he thinks I’m going to rush this, he has another thing coming. I’ve literally been dreaming of this moment and I'm going to take my fill before it’s over. I lap at his hole, over and over. I lick and suck, feeling him loosen up for me. It’s not until he’s writhing below me, practically humping the mattress that I grab the lube and slick my fingers. Biting on the unmarred skin of his perfect ass I slowly push in with one digit and watch as he opens for me. It goes in with ease, the lube slicking the way as I pump a couple times. At first one knuckle deep, then two before adding a second finger. The sounds he’s making are like a symphony to my ears and I never want it to end. Turning my fingers inside him and pushing deeper, I search for that spot that will make him hit the crescendo.
“Right there, right-fucking-there,” he moans as his body jerks forward and off my fingers the moment I press down on that sensitive bundle of nerves inside him.
“You want more Jellybean? You gonna be a good boy and let me stretch that tight fucking hole?” I rasp against his ear, I barely recognise my own voice right now.
“Yes, yes, yes fuck yes, Gavin,” he pants and lifts himself up higher on his knees presenting his ass to me.
“Good boy,” I praise him. His head turns at my words and he looks at me over his shoulder. I see a wide smile on his face. I’m a fucking goner.
I slick up three fingers and slowly work them inside him, watching and memorizing every sound he makes as I prepare him. My cock is harder than it has ever been in my life but I ignore the line of precum dripping on the bed below me. I can’t rush this.
“Please Gavin, I need you inside me,” he begs, and hearing him say my name in that breathy moan is my undoing. Easing my fingers out he groans at the loss, his hips shifting back like he’s chasing my hand. “Hurry, please. I need you now,” he begs as I tear open the condom, slipping it on and covering it in more lube.
“Lay on your back Jellybean. I want to see your face when I own this pretty little hole.” He immediately obeys. “That’s much better. Spread your legs for me, baby.” The endearment rolls out instinctively but it feels so right. I look at his flushed cheeks and glassy eyes, admiring this beautiful man laying in front of me wondering how in the hell I ever rejected him. I lean on one arm and brush my lips over his. Deepening the kiss, I guide my cock to his entrance. Breaching the first tight ring of muscle has us both gasping at the sensations. The feeling of rightness and home. The heat that surrounds my shaft is indescribable as I push in slowly, filling him completely.
Looking down at him the only thing I see is perfection. We stay still for a moment, waiting until his muscles relax around me. “Are you ready?” I ask and lick his neck savoring the taste of his skin.
“Fuck me, please,” he begs so beautifully. I jerk my hips forward. “Oh God, yes give me all of it.” Pete’s voice is full of desperate need for me. Bracing myself on my forearms I pull back just enough to leave the thick head of my cock inside him. The sight of it is divine and I know at this moment I can never let him go. Snapping my hips forward I slam back inside him. His hips move to meet me thrust for thrust reminding me that we are in this together. I am as much his as he is mine.
His cock is wedged between our rutting bodies, leaking precum. I change the angle of my hips to peg his prostate and I feel him clench around me. I grunt from the force it’s taking to hold back my own orgasm. Sex has never felt this intense. I’m barely holding on.
“Pete, Jesus, you feel fucking incredible, baby.” I groan between thrusts. “Your ass squeezes my cock so good. I’m not gonna last long.” I’m not exaggerating. It’s been a long time for me. And solo sessions are nothing compared to this tight heaven. I’m going to embarrass myself.
“I’m close too,” he rasps. “Don’t worry, we’ve got all night to go again and again and…” A loud moan leaves him when I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his leaking cock. It takes only three pumps for him to fall over the edge, screaming my name while his cum spills all over my hand and his abs. I speed up, feeling my balls tighten with my release and I come with a roar as his pulsating channel milks my orgasm to the last drop.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” I gasp for air between every word.
“Nope, no dying on me.” He sounds as worn out as I do. “I just got you. And I’m not letting you go.” He pulls me down by the back of my neck and kisses me. It tastes like a promise. “You’re stuck with me now.” I laugh at his words. I think I might like being stuck with him.
CHAPTER 15
PETE
Things between Gavin and I have been like some kind of fever dream for the last week. I was terrified that he would pull away again, that I would only get one night with the man. But he surprised the hell out of me the next morning while making me breakfast in nothing but a threadbare pair of sweatpants. “I want to take you out on a date today,” he announced like it wasn’t everything I’ve ever wanted to hear from him. All I could do was nod and pick my jaw up off the breakfast bar.
After sharing a shower and mutual soapy hand jobs we dressed and went to the farmers market with a quick pit stop at my place so I could change out of the prior night’s outfit. We walked hand in hand through the market, stopping to admire the little trinkets or try some samples before we grabbed lunch and enjoyed it on the grass as we people watched. He even packed a blanket for us. I swooned hard.
Saturday afternoon bled into Saturday evening. Gavin cooked for me and we cuddled up on his couch to watch a movie that we saw approximately three minutes of because the second his big tatted arm moved around me I was sliding onto his lap and he was fucking me on his couch, calling me his good boy and making me come so hard I’m pretty sure I saw Jesus himself.
