“Ready?”
Jameson tightened his grip on Gray’s cock, and another surge of pleasure sent him tumbling back against the pillows. He groaned while all his muscles clenched, desperate and scared for Jameson to mean what he thought he meant.
“I want this,” Jameson whispered. “And I want my first time to be with you. Right here, right now.” He shoved his hand down Gray’s sweatpants, and Gray groaned again as Jameson’s fingers stroked his stiff length. “Will you give it to me, Gray?”
The way Jameson talked was all breath and whispers, like their voices might shatter the quiet morning. But the more they kissed, the more intense the hunger in his eyes grew. Jameson arched his back and pouted his lips, like he was learning more and more to take control and grab what he wanted, instead of always denying himself.
It was fucking hot, and Gray had to grip the sheets in his sweaty hands to stop from groaning so loud it would wake Raiden on the first floor.
“You’re perfect,” Gray growled, then shoved his sweatpants and boxers down. “And I’ll give you anything you ask for.”
Without another word, Jameson dived down. He took Gray’s cock in his mouth, and dragged his puffy lips up and down Gray’s shaft. He sucked lightly at first, flicking his tongue against Gray’s slit, and as Gray bucked his hips uncontrollably, Jameson’s whimpering grew louder, ravenous.
Gray couldn’t believe how soft Jameson’s lips were, warm and tight like a vice around his shaft. It always felt dirty to defile that mouth, and to plunge his cock deep, his tip grinding into the back of Jameson’s throat. But the more Jameson whimpered his appreciation, the more Gray needed to satisfy him, and offer same pleasure he was riding himself.
His brain started to short-circuit as he thought about Jameson’s tight hole, trembling and squeezing for him, soft and firm at the same time. An animal instinct rose up in him, a fiery need to stretch his hole wide, and to see Jameson’s beautiful, contorted face as he took Gray inside.
“Wait,” Gray gasped, finally getting a word out.
Jameson pulled his lips back. “Wait?”
“It’s your first time,” he said, then pulled himself up on his elbows. He was reeling with pleasure, but as he took a few breaths, his brain started to work again. “Give me just a minute.”
After kissing Jameson, Gray rolled off the bed. He hurried over to the bedroom window, then threw back the curtains to let in the morning light. Jameson watched with an entertained smile on his face as Gray tracked down a bottle of lube, flipped on some chill music, and then pulled out a fresh sheet to spread on the bed.
He might not be a millionaire or a movie star, the kind of guy Jameson probably deserved. But there was no way in hell he was going to let that morning pass like any other. It was a monumental day in Jameson’s life, and Gray would do anything he could to make it special.
“I don’t have any flowers,” he said with a half-grin, “but I could get some from the woods. Would you like that?”
Jameson laughed. He trailed his fingers over his tip while he talked, that hunger still in his eyes. “Maybe we can pick flowers together later.” He whimpered, then stared at Gray’s cock. “I grabbed some condoms at the gas station last week, but I left them at the hotel by mistake.”
“Last week?” Gray grinned. It was hard to focus with Jameson stroking himself, and he gripped his own cock to stroke along.
Jameson turned his eyes away, like he was shy again. “I just figured, if I was getting close, I might as well be prepared.”
Gray reached across, then grabbed the laptop “That’s funny. I snuck off to the health clinic last week, when you were in the motel and I was running errands. I didn’t want to pressure you, so I didn’t say anything, but...” He pulled up the results from the STI tests on his email, then handed the laptop to Jameson.
Jameson’s smile got wider. “You got tested,” he said. “You were thinking of me.”
“Well, yeah,” Gray said, suddenly self-conscious. “I might fuck things up sometimes, but I’m trying to treat you right, beautiful.”
“I know you are,” Jameson whispered, then set the laptop aside. “Now come here. Stop worrying about wildflowers. You’re all I need, Gray.”
JAMESON
Gray lowered himself onto the bed, and Jameson felt his entire body react, like little pleasures were sparkling across his skin, reaching deeper and deeper into him with every breath.
He hadn’t expected to lose his virginity that day. It wasn’t something he had planned, although as he thought about it, nothing with Gray was really planned. It all just kind of happened, the same way he woke up that morning, the smell of Gray on the sheets, and realized he was ready.
When the time was right, you just knew it.
They started to kiss, softly at first, lying side by side. Jameson explored Gray’s mouth, nibbling at his lips and whimpering when Gray’s scratchy beard dragged across his skin. Their toes wiggled together, and when Jameson pressed his hands against Gray’s chest, the pleased rumble behind his ribs made Jameson moan.
Gray’s hands found their way to Jameson’s backside, squeezing his cheeks. Jameson shuddered, pleasure shooting straight inside of him, and he slicked precum from Gray’s purple crown, using it to lubricate his bodyguard’s rigid cock. Their bodies pressed together, they started groping harder and stroking faster, the heat in the bed building.
“Flip around,” Gray groaned. “I want to taste you.”
A hot blush shot across Jameson’s cheeks as he turned, then repositioned his body. He was used to accepting a rimming from Gray at that point, and had learned to relax and enjoy the pleasure that came with having the inside of him teased. But still, opening himself to Gray always felt exciting and scary, and knowing what was coming next only deepened the intimacy.
