Chapter 26
Joey
I feel electrified as I help rid Brad of his clothes, my skin buzzing and my fingertips prickling with hyperawareness. I don’t know what it is about this man, but he’s had me under his thrall since the moment I met him.
And now?
Now he wants to know what it feels like to be fucked, and he wants me to be the one doing the fucking.
It’s a miracle I’m still conscious.
I kiss Brad’s chest once his shirt clears his head. Down further. His stomach and that little outie belly button I want to erect a shrine to. Brad huffs a small laugh, his eyes bright as he looks down at me. Fuck . He’s so gorgeous.
I inch lower, kissing his subtly sculpted abs as I flick open the button on his jeans. Lower still. His cloth-covered cock.
Brad lets loose an airy sort of breath, the kind of sound he makes when we’re just getting started and he’s still somewhat under control.
That won’t do.
I slip his briefs down and take his cock into my mouth. The noise he lets out this time is louder, a moan mixed in with a laugh as he says, “That’s supposed to be my job.”
“Sucking your cock?” I ask, tugging his pants and underwear off so I can lick a stripe down the length of his shaft.
“Sucking yours ,” he says, his whole body jerking when I take one of his balls into my mouth. “But that’s good, too. Keep on.”
Gladly. I give his sac some love, using my tongue and lips, sucking each ball into my mouth and then both, until Brad lets out a string of ah, ah, ah sounds like he’s closer than he wants to be. I let him go, brushing my fingers back along his perineum instead. Brad spreads his legs wider, the invitation clear.
I give his inner thigh a swift kiss before slipping back. “Let me grab the lube.”
“Yep,” he says, voice choked.
Knowing where it’s stashed, I grab the bottle, tossing it on the bed before pulling off my shirt. Brad makes an appreciative sound as I drop the fabric, his gaze intent as he watches me undress. He gives his cock a slow stroke, eyes shifting downward as I tug off my jeans and then my underwear.
“That’ll fit?” he asks dubiously.
I huff. “It’ll fit.”
He licks his lips and nods, and the sight of him naked before me—hand on his cock and body spread out along his pristine white sheets—has me itching to dirty him in every way possible. To lick him from head to toe. To push him onto his stomach and eat him out from behind. To fuck him so hard into the mattress that he won’t ever want to leave this bed. We’d stay here, tangled together, making a home that’s all our own.
“You’re staring,” Brad says, a soft smile gracing his lips.
“Because it’s you,” I answer, heading his way.
He exhales, letting his cock go and rolling fully onto his back as I cover him, my lips meeting his for a long, drawn-out kiss.
I pull back enough to speak. “I want you on top of me. So you can control the pace.”
“Yeah,” he breathes.
“And while your mouth is on my cock, I’ll work my fingers into your ass.”
“ Why-y-y does that sound so much hotter when you say it?” he groans. “Fuck. Yeah, let’s do that.”
With a snort, I roll onto my back, and Brad hops up. He swings himself around, looking over his shoulder to check my position before easing his leg over my head.
“Oh my God,” he mumbles. “Can you see my ass right now?”
“Yes,” I tell him, smoothing my hands up his backside. “That okay?”
“Yeah, yep,” he says, hands settling to either side of my hips. “Just feeling a bit exposed here. No biggie. Hello, Greg. You’re looking very handsome today. Have you always been this…robust?”
Brad’s hand wraps around the base of my cock, and I grab the lube to distract myself from how good it feels to have any part of him touching me. Knowing any second his mouth will be added into the mix has me fighting to hang on to my control.
“So, uh,” Brad says conversationally, stroking me once. “I’ve been practicing.”
A soft swipe of his tongue has me groaning, eyes slipping shut. “Practicing?”
“My BJ skills.”
“On what?” I ask, more curious than anything. I flip the lube open.
“Popsicles,” he says, giving me another lick. “A couple bananas. One cucumber.”
Oh good God .
“So I’m fairly confident I can get at least half of your dick in my mouth,” he says. “But I’m gonna shoot for whole.”
I barely have time to brace myself before Brad’s mouth is sliding over my cock. I hold on to his leg, back bowing as he takes me deeper than I would have expected for his first foray into dick sucking. He makes a sound, pulling off with suction that has me grunting.
“That’s…”
“What?” I ask roughly, using the reprieve to lube my fingers.
“I mean…you’re just way more satisfying than a popsicle. Hold on—let me just…”
Brad sinks back down, the wet heat of his mouth sliding over me, the soft, rhythmic sucking nearly doing me in, despite the novice coordination of it all. I’m pretty sure Brad could stare at my dick, ask me to come, and I’d do it. Having his mouth on me?
I don’t stand a chance.
“That’s really fucking good,” I manage to say, my toes curling against the mattress as I do my best to keep myself in check. “Feels fantastic, bub.”
“Yeah?” he asks, sounding ridiculously happy.
“Mhm. Just don’t bite, okay?”
He makes an incredulous sound. “Why would I— Ahh , God. Oh God. That feels so much better than the nozzle.”
Brad drops his head forward as I massage his ass, slipping the tip of one finger inside. “Okay?” I check.
“Mhm,” he hums, his hand still on the base of my dick, his cheek rubbing the side of it. He turns his head, giving me a halfhearted lick as I press a little further inside of him. “Weird, but good. Keep going.”
I work myself past the first knuckle, going slow, in no hurry to rush this. The focus helps take my mind off my cock as Brad licks the head, giving me soft sucks in between sounds of pleasure and small gasps as I start stroking my finger in and out in earnest.
“That, uh,” he mumbles, making another sound like a choked moan. “It feels like it shouldn’t feel good, you know? But it does. I kinda want…”
“More?” I ask.
“Yeah, think so.”
I pull out, adding more lube before rubbing against him with two fingers. “You tell me if I’m going too fast,” I say. “We can take however long you need.”
He huffs, the sound puffing over the head of my cock. “Stop being so wonderfully thoughtful and get your fingers in my ass, dude.”
“Bossy,” I mutter, lips twitching.
“Oh my God,” he whispers. “Am I a bossy bottom? Holy shit , am I turning into Alex?”
“Who’s Alex?” I ask, slipping one finger back inside of him and then the tips of two.
“Just this guy I know. I’ll explain later. Hah . Do that again. Again, again.”
I ease my fingers in, crooking them, and judging by Brad’s moan, the stretch is blooming into pleasure. “Good?”
“Weird,” he breathes. “Wonderful. How, uh… How will I know once you’ve found my prostate?”
I snort.
“What? Why’s that funny?” he asks, giving me a slow stroke, his efforts to blow me all but abandoned. I don’t mind.
I edge my fingers in a little further, searching, rubbing…
Brad vibrates as if I’ve shocked him, his ass clamping down on me as he garbles out a surprised, “Oh, holy fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck.”
“Good fuck? Or bad—”
“Really good fuck,” he says firmly. “I’m gonna need you to do that again, Joey-roo. Like, a lot. Just don’t make me come yet, okay? I have plans for Greg here, and as good as your fingers feel, I’m pretty sure having your dick inside of me is my new life goal.”
I huff a laugh, stroking his ass cheek as I work to loosen him with my fingers. “I’ve never had as much fun with anyone in bed as I have with you,” I tell him truthfully.
“ Dude . Maybe you can tell me about your past conquests when you don’t have part of your body inside of mine?”
I still, and he makes a mournful sound. “You’re not a conquest,” I say seriously.
He pants out a breath, and although I can’t see his face, his back rises and falls rhythmically.
“You’re not,” I say again, needing him to believe me. Needing him to know this, right here, has absolutely nothing to do with notches on bedposts. It’s… so much more than that to me. And maybe it’s not the same for Brad. But I don’t want him to ever doubt that he means something. Period. “Okay?”
“Yeah, Joey,” he says quietly. “I know that. I do. It’s just… I don’t want to hear about them, all right? The…others.”
“Flip over,” I tell him, heart pounding.
“Huh?”
“Flip onto your back,” I say again, pulling my fingers free.
He whines at the loss, but he does as I ask, climbing off of me and rolling onto his back. His eyes are wide when I crawl over him, settling between his legs. He looks vulnerable in a way he’s never tried to hide.
“What I should have said is I love how you make me feel,” I say, slipping my fingers back inside his body.
He pulls in a breath, arching his hips, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I should have told you that you make me happy. And that I’m so grateful you trust me in this way.”
“ Joey ,” he mouths, no sound accompanying the word.
“I should have said you make my life brighter, bub. That every day you’re in it is better simply because it has you.”
His hand tightens on my arm as I slip a third finger inside his body, going slow. I ease back, running my tongue up his cock, knowing—for me—it’s the stretch from two to three that can cause a moment of discomfort. I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, hand resting on his stomach as I do my best to show Brad the best parts of being opened up. How it can feel like so much and yet not nearly enough. How it causes a blaze, an unyielding desire to find out just how much more your body can take. How you reach a point where all resistance is gone, and there’s only the knowledge that you’ll burn up if you don’t do something—anything—to quench the fire.
When my fingers move inside Brad with ease, the man himself shifting and panting, I know he’s there.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods, blinking rapidly, his knees bent and one hand above his head, grasping at nothing.
“Bub? Do you want—”
“Yeah,” he breathes, cutting me off. “In me. Now.”
I grab the lube, pulling my fingers out to wet my cock. I try to keep my hand from shaking, my eyes raking over Brad as I reach for his dick next, pumping him a few times to spread the lube.
“Breathe out when I push in,” I tell him. “And stroke yourself. It’ll help.”
He nods, and I slide my fingers back into his body, fucking him with them a few more times to make sure he’s ready. The fuck, fuck, fuck he lets out assures me that he is.
When I ease free and grab the base of my cock, I meet Brad’s eye, checking in. He nods again, the green of his eyes a small ring surrounding black pupil.
I notch against him, pressing gently. His sharp intake has me stalling.
“Don’t stop,” he tells me immediately. “It’s not bad. Promise.”
“Stroke yourself,” I remind him.
He shakes his head quickly. “Not a good idea. Too close.”
“Do you want me to—”
“I said don’t stop,” he repeats. “Please. I can’t… You have to keep going, Joey.”
Taking Brad at his word, I press forward. He makes a sound like a hah , his neck arching back, his hand trembling on his cock, not moving, only holding. His muscles are tight, and I’m about to suggest switching to fingers for another minute when Brad breathes out, the tension release allowing my crown to pop inside his body.
He says, “Oh. Oh, oh ,” I slip another half inch forward, and then, with a jerk, Brad starts coming over top of his fist.
I watch in absolute shock as he strokes himself through the tail end of the orgasm forced from him, his ass strangling the head of my cock. It’s a battle to stay still. To let him ride out his euphoria without moving a muscle, knowing pushing inside of him at this point might only hurt.
But seeing his pleasure? Watching him come apart on only a couple inches of my cock?
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
When Brad slumps flat, he breathes out heavily, a shaky exhale followed by an equally shaky inhale. “Fuck,” he says. “Holy fuck. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“I can’t believe I came that fast,” he pants.
“You said you were close. I just didn’t realize—”
“No, I know. But seeing your cock and then feeling it press into me… The pressure, and… It just…” He makes a small explosion sound before wiping his hair back from his forehead. “I’m a total bottom, aren’t I? Holy shit.”
I huff a laugh, my cock so hard it hurts. “I’m going to pull out now, just so you’re prepared.”
“Wait,” he says, grabbing my arm to stall me. “Could you just…come like that?”
“You want me to…stroke myself off and come inside of you?”
“Well, why not?” he says. “It’s kinda nice, having you there. So you could just…” He mimes jerking off, adding another explosion. “Or pull out. If you’d rather. That’s fine.”
“Just so you know,” I tell him, sliding my hand over the base of my cock, “there won’t be a time where I say no to filling you up.”
“You like the idea of your cum in me?” he asks, his eyes bright, his usual smile back on his face. “Is it because you know no one else has ever had the honor?”
Shit .
“Doesn’t hurt,” I rasp, the tug on my cock mixed in with the sight of my dick still edged in Brad’s body hurtling me toward the edge fast.
“Does it turn you on knowing no other dick has been in my body but yours? That no one has staked a claim inside of me but you?”
“Jesus, Brad.”
“Come on, Joey. Pump me full. I want to feel what it’s like to be marked. Wanna know you’re the one leaving a piece of yourself inside of me.”
A wave of lust hits me so hard I can’t fight it, and I unload inside Brad’s body on a grunt. He makes a sound of surprise as I do my damndest not to press inside of him further. My grip on his thigh is probably bruising, so I ease up quickly, stroking myself through the last of my orgasm, my knuckles bumping Brad’s ass.
I feel wrung out when it’s over, tiny zaps crawling over my skin, the head of my cock still nestled inside Brad’s body. I never want to leave.
“That’s, uh, way hotter than the enema,” he says.
“Oh my God,” I groan, chest heaving as I laugh. “I’m going to pull out now, okay?”
“Yeah.”
Carefully, I inch back. Brad’s brow furrows, but that’s all as I slide out of his body, a string of my cum following the departure. I ache to push it back in.
“Okay?” I check.
“Uh-huh.”
“You sure got mouthy there at the end,” I note, sliding up the bed and lying down beside him, my arm around his middle as I breathe him in.
“I did, didn’t I?” he says, sounding impressed. He wiggles a little to get more comfortable. “You must bring out my dirty side, Joey-roo. Can’t say I hate it.”
I huff a breath, kissing his shoulder. “That felt okay?”
“Uh, yeah? Dude, did you miss the part where I shot off like a rocket the moment the countdown began? We didn’t even make it to one, and I was freaking gone.”
My insides warm as Brad starts in on his usual rambling.
“Next time, I’m taking the whole thing, man. We’ll just have to do less foreplay, or—I don’t know—you need to be less sexy or something. Shit. I forgot about your blowie! Okay, we’re going to work on that, too, because I only got, like, half of your dick in my mouth before you distracted me. Hey, how long do you think your cum will stay in my ass? Do I have to worry about drippage?”
Gold wedding bands or silver?
Ah, well. I guess I have time to figure it out.