Joey reaches out and places his hand on my cheek, and with the other, he rubs my thigh. “Best sex I can remember in a long time, so you know,” he tells me.
I swallow, and heat flushes my face. The sex was amazing for me, too, but I had assumed maybe Joey had sex like that all the time.
“Good,” I manage, then grin at him, out of words for once.
He considers me. “I have some experience. I can show you what I know, if you want. Might make you more comfortable.”
“What you know?”
His hands move over my hips. “Sure. Can I take your pants off?”
I nod slowly, not sure what he means, but one hundred percent certain I want it. Joey lifts me in his burly arms and positions me against the pillows, then gently tugs down on my jeans. My cock strains in my small black boxer briefs as I arch my hips, and Joey tosses his own shirt aside, too, baring his chest and his vivid tattoos.
“That wasn’t your first time, right?” he asks me.
I shake my head. “No, although I never had someone rim me before you.”
Joey frowns. “Your exes are dumbasses,” he tells me, then grabs my underwear.
I laugh while he finishes undressing me. “It felt great. I didn’t know how much I’d like it.”
Joey lets out a short grunt. “Lube?”
I reach into the nightstand to get it for him. I’m totally naked, my cock straining against my abs, and above me, Joey’s thick cock stretches the side of his white briefs. While he takes the lube and squirts it into his hand, I rub his cock through his underwear.
It’s hot that he knows what he’s doing. He always seems to know what he’s doing, so I’m not surprised, but still, as I grip his thick shaft through the cotton, my desire for him flares.
Joey’s hips buck. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me up for a rough kiss, then lowers me back down. “How do you touch yourself? Show me.”
I let my hand trail down my hard shaft, over my balls, then up close to my hole. “Well, I don’t really penetrate myself,” I tell him honestly. “I just rub the outside.”
Joey watches as I play with my rim, and my hole clenches under the heat of his eyes. I want him in there so bad, I’m quivering and sweating already, and as I push on the tender spot behind my balls, my cock throbs harder.
Joey squirts some lube in his hand. He lays his hand on top of mine, squeezing me and slicking me with the lube, then rubs my fingers to the outside of my hole. “Feels good,” he grunts.
I let out a shaky breath. “Uh-huh.”
“You know how to loosen yourself up?” he asks. He uses my own fingers to rub my rim firmly, slowly, massaging as my entrance twitches and begs for the hot pressure.
“Uh-huh,” I gasp again, then fall all the way back against the bed. “This is how far I usually go.”
I can’t believe I’m telling him this. I might as well admit I jerked off twice today, lying in bed right here and rubbing my rim and thinking about him. But then Joey pushes his fingers with mine, stretching me open, and I gasp again.
“You feel so good,” he tells me. “Tight.”
“Yeah,” I gasp, then spasm beneath him.
“You know how to find your spot?” Joey asks with a rough, raspy voice.
I look up and see the wet spot in his briefs where he’s leaking, then spasm again. “No,” I tell him. “Show me.”
There are two of Joey’s fingers, folded over one of mine, and together, we probe into my tight, hot hole. The slick lube glides us in, and there’s not as much burn as there was when he penetrated me with his cock, but the pressure still aches in the good way.
I moan, surprised. He’s curled our fingers and rubs a circle, passing over the hard button of my spot. It’s a tender bundle of nerves that shoots through me, like an electric bolt up my cock, and sparkles tingle across my skin. “There,” I moan, then push against the spot, exploding with pleasure again. “Oh, fuck!”
“Yeah,” Joey grunts, curling his fingers there with me. “Feels good.”
My nerves pulse against our fingers. I look up, and he’s jerking his cock in his briefs while he thrusts his fingers into me. His face is furrowed as he stares down at my hole and my twitching cock, and the raw need in his expression hits me. Joey’s just as hungry to fuck me as I am, but he’s holding back, controlling himself so that I can feel good.
