“Holy shit,” I say. “Is this really happening?”
JJ chuckles as he carries me to his room and tosses me onto his large bed. I bounce before landing. The sheets smell like him; a scent that is uniquely his. Musky but clean, like his soap. It does something nice to my brain.
He crawls over me, his mouth finding mine again as he thrusts against me. We kiss deeply for a long moment, my hand sliding under his shirt. His skin is warm under my fingertips.
Pulling back, he gets to his feet. “Turn over.”
I roll over and push up onto my hands and knees, which is when I realize I am still fully dressed—with my coat on and everything. A drawer opens and closes, and I see the condom packet drop onto the bed beside me, along with a small bottle of lube.
JJ’s hands come around my waist and undo the button and zipper on my pants before pulling them down, resting them atmy knees which doesn’t allow me to spread them much. His fingers run along my ass cheek and then he’s spreading me open and dragging his tongue along my hole.
“Fuck!” I cry out, lurching forward but then push myself against him, wanting more.
He moans as he licks me, running his tongue over my balls and back up to slip inside me. He does this a few times, driving me absolutely crazy, before he starts to use his fingers. But that is also over too quickly.
I hear him undo his pants and I take that moment to tear my coat off and toss it away. I see him grab the condom and lube. It’s cool when it hits my skin, but he rubs it in, warming it. His fingers are inside me again, brushing against my prostate, teasing me, bringing me closer to coming. My body floods with warmth, the pleasure making me feel like I’m floating… and he’s not even inside me yet.
I bite my bottom lip, grasping onto the blankets. I feel the change—when he pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock against my hole. He goes in slowly, my body having no issue taking him in. I want him there. Always want him there.
He moans deeply when he bottoms out, and I breathe out a sigh of relief at how good it feels to have him like this—to be connected like this.
“You feel so good,” he says, shoving my shirt further up my back and dragging his nails gently down. Goosebumps erupt over my skin, and my eyes fall closed.
“So d-do you.”
He fucks me hard but slow, letting me feel every inch of him along with how badly he wants this to keep going. I’ve never felt rushed with JJ. I don’t feel like he just wants to get off and that’s it. Not even that first night, even though that’s exactly what it was. He always makes sure I come. He isn’t only worried about himself getting off. He gives me attention, too.
“I’ve been thinking about you covered in my cum,” he says.
I look at him over my shoulder. “Really?”
He took his shirt off at some point, and this man’s body… holy hell, it’s perfect. The abs, the defined pecs… my God.
“I can’t get it out of my head.”
I recall the way it felt in my apartment, when he was on top of me and came… it was so hot—in more ways than one.
“You should do it again,” I say, my voice low.
“Mmm,” he groans, pressing his palm to my spine. “All over your ass, though.”
“Fuck yes,” I mutter lowly, grasping onto the sheets.
JJ moves his hips faster, nails scraping against my skin. He pulls out and I look over my shoulder, watching as he tugs the condom off and strokes his thick cock. Cum shoots from the tip, landing all over my ass and lower back as he groans this deep, raspy sound that I’ll have wet dreams about, for sure.
He’s panting, his chest moving up and down, the muscles in his stomach tensing, as he stares down at the mess he made. He squeezes the last bits from the tip, letting it drip down to meet the rest. I can’t tell how long it’s been before he pulls his gaze away and finds a piece of clothing to wipe me up.
“On your back,” he tells me. I roll over and he hands me the bottle of lube. “Let me watch you make yourself come.”
My eyes widen. “Seriously?”
He shakes the bottle at me. “Yes, seriously. But…”
I hesitantly take the bottle. JJ moves to take my shoes off, then my pants. He crawls onto the bed, getting comfortable against the headboard in a mostly sitting position. “Lie over here, so I can see you better.” He points between his legs. “With your head that way.” He points to the opposite end of the bed. “And get your shirt off too.”
I can’t quite picture what he wants me to do, but I trust him. So, I do it.
I get to my feet, tear my shirt off, and get back on his bed to settle myself the way he wants me. He pulls me closer, sliding my legs up so they’re bent and my feet are resting on the outsides of his thighs. I get it now. I see why he wants this.