I felt him tense up. “They always say that.”
I needed to make myself clear before he had a panic attack, or worse, bolted. “I swear by the divine Goddess herself, I promise you, James, this is about me. Please listen, baby.” I used my free hand to pull the sheet up to cover my groin, then patted the space next to me. “Please?”
I held my breath until he gave me the barest nod, only releasing it fully when he came to lie against me with his head on my shoulder. He was trembling, so I rearranged the covers and held him in silence until he was still against me.
“It’s Eddie,” I said finally. “Don’t get me wrong, I’ve not changed my mind about wanting to be the one you fuck first, because I love him dearly but I’m also still vain enough that it appeals to my fucked-up sense of irritation he stormed off that way, but?—”
“But you don’t want to be the cause of a resentment that starts to fester further down the line?” James volunteered.
I glanced down at him looking up at me through his overlong fringe. “Thought you said you were thick?” I challenged him. “Eddie and I have both told you often enough you’re not, and now you’ve just proved it categorically.” I sighed. “Exactly this. I’m worried he would find it a breach of…not trust precisely, but a stretching of the understanding we have as a threesome.”
James’ echoing sigh was a gusty, resigned thing. “You’re right. God, I’m so stupid. I could have ruined everything.”
“Stop it!” I snapped. “You arenotstupid. We were horny, and our cocks overrode our brains.” I huffed derisively. “There certainly wasn’t much blood flow to my brain just now.”
Blessedly, James grinned. “Nor mine.” Another sigh. “We really are basic creatures when it comes down to it, aren’t we?”
“Yep. Why d’you think Eddie’s screwed his way through the last century? Beats having to think.”
We lay in contemplative silence for a while. I breathed him in, gratitude for not having blown it and caused James to run off running molten through my veins. Eventually though, he became restless.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
He burrowed into my chest again so his words were muffled. “I’m still so fucking horny.”
I ran a hand between us and confirmed that yes, he was. “Nothing to say we can’t get off. Just not like we’d planned.” His breathing sped up. Confident I’d got his attention, I continued. “How should we do it? Like we were before, perhaps? Or maybe you want to put on a show for me, or vice versa? The only limit is our imagination.”
James pushed up so our gazes snagged. “The limit won’t matter if you keep talking dirty. I told you, I’m horny.” He caught my fingers in his and held them still. “I need my boxers back on.”
I was about to protest that was contrary to getting off, but of course, this was James. I watched him slide back into his shorts, wincing as he attempted to stuff his very erect morning wood fully inside. He lay back down beside me, but this time propped himself up on the pillows which he folded to keep him more upright.
“Can you…can you tell me what to do?” he whispered, two scarlet slashes on the ridges of his cheekbones. “Make me be dirty…”
My own dick spurted at his request. “Yeah, sure,” I rasped, dizzy with want for this brave man who was learning to voice his desires even when his discomfort over speaking up was written across his face. I gave my balls a careful squeeze, then ran my fist up my length, unable to prevent a groan slipping free.
“Suck your thumbs,” I said hoarsely. “Both of them at the same time. Stuff your mouth with them. Get them nice and wet. Then rub them over your nipples.”
“Huh.” James grunted as he went to work. His cock twitched wildly in the confines of the straining fabric of his boxers. When he transferred his digits to his nubs, he moaned far louder than I had. “Oh, God.”
“Imagine that’s me and Eddie, sucking your nips. Raking our teeth over those hard buds, licking and nibbling in tandem. We’re going to push you over the edge without ever touching your co?—”
“Fuuuuck!” His back arched as his orgasm hit, his pelvis thrusting against thin air. Cum seeped through the dark cloth and I groaned at the sight.
“James, you’re killing me here, baby.”
With his eyes closed, he murmured, “Bring yourself off. Come all over me. Not in my hair though. Wanna watch you lose it.” He had his nipples in a death grip, each pinched between forefinger and thumb.
I kneeled up, then hesitated. “From the side, or…?”
One eye popped open. “Kneel over me. Just, not too close?”
I could do that. “Better open both your eyes. It’s not going to take long.” I’d be lucky if I got half a dozen strokes in, I was so turned on.
In the end, I didn’t count, but I don’t think I’d have needed to use my toes. I came with a blinding rush, jerking a fountain of cum over James’ stained shorts, his belly, and even his chest.
I sat back on my heels, breathing hard, my head spinning from the force of my orgasm. “Holy crap,” I uttered weakly. “That wasinsanelyhot.”
“Yeah, it was.” James’ echo lacked enthusiasm. I focused my gaze and regarded him, painted with my cum, his face and chest rosy with arousal, and blue eyes full of guilt.
