I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes as I moved my mouth to his nipple, biting down gently until he gasped and closed his eyes. I swirled my tongue around the small peak, then sucked it until he moaned.
I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, helping him discard it, then grabbed his waistband and tugged down his jeans and underwear. Soon, he was as naked as me.
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand. We’d mostly frotted and exchanged hand jobs. Jamie had blown me acouple of times. I hadn’t yet explored as much. I aimed to change that today.
I moved down his body, kissing and nipping, and poured some lube over my fingers. While I tentatively flicked my tongue against his cockhead, I rubbed a slippery finger over his rim.
Jamie arched, legs widening in invitation, and hips rolling up. He exposed himself to me, beautifully immodest in his desire. I pressed gently until my index fingertip sank inside him to the first knuckle.
Jamie pushed down, taking me deeper. “You can do more. Just uh, suck my cock more? If that’s okay?”
I opened my mouth, taking his cockhead inside, and sucked gently. At the same time, I slipped a second finger inside him. Jamie moaned with pleasure.
Lust flared in me at the sound, and I soon lost myself in trying to pull every damn moan, gasp, and whimper I could from him.
“Hank!” His foot pressed at my shoulder. “Stop before I come!”
I drew back, blinking the lust haze from my eyes. My face was wet with saliva, my fingers—three now—were buried deep in Jamie’s ass.
“What? You don’t like it?”
“Yes, but I thought you wanted to fuck me. You need to do it before it’s too late.”
Right. I’d totally lost the plot as I pleasured him. But now, at his words, my cock throbbed in protest. It wanted inside that deliciously hot, tight channel.
I carefully worked my fingers out. “Are we using condoms, or…”
“Well, I’m on PReP and haven’t been with anyone else inmonths, so I don’t think we need to unless you’d feel more comfortable?”
I shook my head. “It’s been a long time for me, and I tested after my last breakup.”
He nodded. “Okay, then. We should be good to go.”
Urgency hit me now that the moment had arrived. I could barely get the lube on my dick before I was pressing forward, nudging against his hole, and feeling him open as I pushed inside.
Tight heat wrapped around me. Sinuous muscle grasping my dick, resisting my entrance, and then just when I thought maybe I was too much for Jamie after all, relaxing and pulling me in deep.
I surged forward, pleasure swamping me as Jamie’s body hugged me root to tip.
He cried out as I bottomed out, and I froze, afraid I’d hurt him. “Too fast?”
“No,” he said, voice thin. “Just need a minute to adjust to the size.”
“Told you I was big.”
He chuckled breathlessly. “Told you I could handle it.”
He rocked his hips a fraction, making me gasp as pleasure lit me up. Tentatively, he rocked again, taking me a bit deeper. Then again, groaning with nothing but pleasure.
“I’m good now. You can move.”
I withdrew as gently as I could and then slid back inside, going nice and slow. Long, sweet strokes that built from an ember of heat to a blaze.
Jamie raised his hips, meeting each thrust with a small sound of pleasure.
He grabbed my sides. “Harder, Hank.”
“Are you sure?”
