I run the flat of my tongue along the bottom of his cock, tracing the thick, pulsing vein that feeds blood to his erection with my tongue ring.
Then I tip back my head and open my mouth wide, tongue out, and beg him with my eyes to fuck my face.
THIRTY
LUC
I’m panting harder than I was during the game when Jesse leads me over to the kitchen island. My legs are wobbly, and my clothes have been haphazardly thrown on the floor in the entryway. It’s all I can do to follow his swaying ass, barely covered by one of my dress shirts.
Jesse mentioned dinner, and it smells good in here, definitely something that smells like spices my dad would have taught him to use, but he doesn’t tell me to sit or take anything out of the oven. Instead, he pulls a sports drink out of the fridge and sets it in front of me.
“Drink this,” he says. “You’re going to need it.”
Before I can open the bottle and get more than a few swallows down, Jesse moves behind me and pushes my shoulders, so I’m bent over the counter.
So, he’s in one of those moods? I gulp down as much of the sports drink as I can before I have to brace both hands on the marble countertop. Jesse grips my ass cheeks and spreads them open, spitting directly on my crack before laving his tonguethrough it, sucking and teasing my hole until I’m hard and moaning all over again. He spears me with his tongue, teasing my rim with the metal stud of his barbell.
“Please tell me you’re getting me ready to fuck me,” I groan, pushing back on his tongue. I hiss when he pushes a finger inside me. “Yesss.” I moan, clenching around his finger, wordlessly begging for more.
My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head when Jesse stands, licking a stripe of sweat from my spine as he leans over me and purrs into my ear. “I have a different kind of surprise in mind for you. If you open up for me real nice, I promise it’s going to be so good.”
Jesse reaches for a small gift box and slides it over to me, instructing me to open it. Inside is a bottle of lube, and two black silicone devices. One is shaped a bit like a joystick, not much bigger than my thumb and first finger with two rings at one end. The other is an oval disk.
He lifts the joystick out of the box and brings it to my mouth, pushing the soft, yet firm silicone between my lips. I open for him, my eyes on his as he rubs the toy along my tongue before taking it out and replacing it with his tongue instead.
We’ve played with toys here and there, but nothing quite like this. For Christmas, we made each other custom replicas of each other’s dicks. It was a fun, if not slightly awkward, activity to do in the days between visiting my family and his New Year’s Eve concert. The original thought was that we could have a part of each other when we’re apart for weeks at a time, but we’ve had fun playing with them together as well. Jesse likes to use plugs to prep himself so he’s ready for me when I get home from practice., but I have no idea what this contraption is thatJesse is now lubing up and cinching my balls through. I’m a little concerned it might be some kind of pseudo-sexual torture device. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just weird how he pulls my balls through one of the rings. It’s like the way he gathers his hair in a ponytail. I shouldn’t be surprised when the joystick part is pushed inside me, but I was distracted by the band around my balls.
Jesse moves in front of me and lifts himself up onto the counter, smirking as he reaches for what I’m pretty sure is a remote. I have just enough time to brace myself before he pushes the button, and I gasp, knees shaking. “Shit.”
“Oh, that is fun,” he says, and wraps his legs around me, holding me close and kissing me while the device vibrates, sending a jolt all the way up my spine. It’s stimulating me from the inside out, so intense at even the low setting that I can barely do more than gasp for breath and try to stay upright every time he presses the button.
“Damn, baby, you look close to coming again already,” Jesse says, looking down at my cock. The red, angry looking tip exposed and leaking profusely. “I thought if I drained you first this would take longer.”
He presses the button again, and I growl. “Jesse…”
“I just can’t decide if I want to keep playing with you or sit on your dick and ride you until you scream.”
“The second one,” I choke out, pulling one of the counter-height chairs over. “Right now,” I demand. I don’t even want to walk to the bedroom. I need to come now, and I need to do it deep inside him.
With a filthy smirk on his face, Jesse begins to unbutton his shirt, but I reach over and rip it open. Buttons fly everywhere, and his slim, cut, pale body is on display for me in nothing but a white lace garter that circles his waist and both thighs.
“Fuck, you’re in trouble now,” I growl, pulling his hips towards me and engulfing his cock in my mouth. My fingers trail behind his balls, and I’m pleased to feel the base of a plug there. Sometimes I like to complain about not getting to prep him myself, but I’ll be damned if I’m not grateful this time. I twist and play with it for a few moments until a jolt goes through me as the vibration starts up again. I choke around Jesse’s cock and pull off, eyes locked on hisI dare youstare.
I pull the plug from his ass and drop it to the floor, pulling Jesse on top of me and guiding my cock inside him. He lowers himself on top of me and starts with a slow roll, throwing his head back and moaning loudly. Thank fuck he did a good job prepping, because I barely give him time to adjust.
“Luc, baby…” Jesse holds onto my neck and pulls my lips to his. “So good.”
Holding him around his waist, I guide him up and down my cock, his thigh muscles flexing. But as soon as he pushes the button again, I falter. It’s all I can do to hold him down, jerking and moaning, until he releases the button again.
“Fuck, I can feel you vibrating inside me,” Jesse pants.
“You need to be careful with that thing,” I say breathlessly. “I’m likely to lose control and jackhammer you.” I cough out a laugh and move to resume Jesse’s easy ride when I flick my eyes up to his and see that stare again.
My mouth drops open as Jesse not only presses the button, he turns it up and locks it before tossing it across the room. I can’t fathom a thing past the rattle in my brain and the overwhelming, screaming sensation inside me as the toy vibrates against my prostate and taint at once, while squeezing around the base of my cock and balls. Jesse’s ass tightens around me, and at first all I can do is let out a low, guttural moan as my entire being vibrates with the toy.
My control shatters, my mind driven wild with the need to release the impossible energy inside me. Hooking my arms beneath his legs, I stand and tip Jesse back so he’s lying across the kitchen island, jerking violently as he’s fucked hard and fast. My arms flex, holding his legs open and his ass at just the right angle, pulling him against me as my hips pound into him so hard, he’ll probably have bruises. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. If anything, he’s abandoned his better sense the same way I have, surrendering to the sensations pulsing through his body.
A loud, continuous cry pours out of him, broken only by the staccato rhythm of my cock slamming into his body, driving air and sound from his chest. The harsh smack of our bodies coming together, the squelch of lube and cum. Drool drips from my open mouth, and my own feral grunts mix with the relentless buzz of the vibrator.
