16. Stephen
16
STEPHEN
“That restaurant was better than I expected,” I said to Jansen as we exited Cena di Famiglia , a small downtown place I hadn’t been to before, but Shannon suggested it when we’d had lunch earlier today. The name literally meant family dinner, and that was exactly how we were treated eating there—like family.
I told her I wanted to take Jansen somewhere new. A place neither of us had been to before. She’d been quick to suggest Cena di Famiglia .
The restaurants around my house were very familiar to me. I’d frequented them quite often to avoid cooking. This one happened to be much farther down the beach block. After a long day at work, I usually preferred to walk somewhere close. It made life easier.
However, since Jansen and I’d started dating, I was trying to broaden my horizons. He’d convinced me to go up to the pier to play games, something I’d never done in all the time I’d lived here. And I wanted to find something else new for us.
“Their chicken piccata was the best I’ve ever had.” He rubbed his hand over his stomach.
I slipped my hand in Jansen’s as we walked back to his car. “I don’t think I’ll be able to eat Italian again without comparing it.”
We reached the front of his car. He pulled me to a stop when I turned to head to the passenger side. He tugged me until I was pressed up against him, the heat of his body seeping through our clothes and into mine. “Or we could skip the other places and keep going there.” He briefly pressed his lips to mine. “Stay for a while when we get back to my place.”
Nothing could make me say no to the invitation. Whether it was simply sitting on the couch and watching TV, or spending the night devouring each other’s mouths, I was more than happy to spend time with him.
“Of course.” He let go and I moved around to the side of the car and climbed inside. Jansen wasted no time exiting the lot.
When we arrived, Jansen pulled into next to my car, where I’d left it earlier when we left for the restaurant. As we walked up to the elevator, Jansen’s neighbor was just stepping off the elevator. His eyes darted all around the garage, avoiding eye contact with us. The way he’d looked down his nose at Jansen made my blood boil. At least he was smart enough to not do that anymore. Now he simply avoided any kind of interaction.
“Hi,” Jansen said with a cheery wave. That made the man scurry even faster to his car. “Enjoy your evening!”
I chuckled as the elevator door closed. “Still haven’t given up?”
“Nope.” A bright smile lit his face. “It’s fun to watch him squirm after all the years he’s been rude to me.”
The entire ride up, I could feel Jansen’s eyes on me. Forget watching TV. Tonight, I wanted to taste him.
Even with the cool air of the hall, I could feel the sweat trickle down my neck when we stepped off the elevator.
He closed us into his condo, dropped his keys by the door, and walked inside, but I wasn’t letting him get far. I stepped around him and slipped my hand around the back of his neck.
I pressed my lips to his, immediately dipping my tongue into Jansen’s mouth. The wine from dinner still lingered on his lips. His hands were burning as he cupped my cheeks, tilting my head to deepen the kiss further.
My dick throbbed behind my too tight pants. After almost two weeks of scorching nights kissing Jansen on my couch or his, my cock begged for more. Some friction. Some heat. Really anything.
More than that, I wanted to wrap my lips around his hard dick. I’d brushed my hand over it through his slacks. Tonight, it wasn’t enough.
There was no doubt in my mind Jansen had been waiting for a sign from me. From that first kiss after the museum, he’d let me lead.
Well, tonight I planned to lead us into new territory. Otherwise, I was going to die of unsatisfied lust.
With our lips still firmly connected, I pressed Jansen back until he sat on the couch, then I straddled his lap. I quickly divested us of our shirts. His strong chest and muscles were a sight to see. Our dicks rubbed against each other, and I couldn’t help but relish in the soft moan that rumbled from his throat.
“God, that feels so good,” he said when he tore his mouth away, lifting his hips to create more friction between us.
Knowing I was pushing a line, I reached for the waist of his pants, hoping I wasn’t pushing too far and popped the button. I stopped there. Just like he waited for me, I wanted permission before I went any farther. “More?” I asked searching his gaze.
“Yes.”
Sliding back on his thighs a bit, I dipped my finger beneath his clothes to find him hard and already leaking. Jansen’s hands moved to my hips, tightening their hold while I ran the pad of my thumb over his cock.
Oh god.
My dick surged in my pants, begging to be freed. I pulled my fingers from his pants and brought them to my lips, tasting the saltiness of him on my tongue.
Jansen grabbed my hand, pulling my fingers from my mouth and bringing them to his own lips, sucking hard.
A zap of electricity ran from my fingers straight to my cock.
I pulled my finger free and captured his lips with mine. My tongue dived deep into his mouth, tasting every inch, savoring every flavor.
I ran my lips along his jawline. The feel of his hard dick beneath me like a brand on my body.
“I want to taste you. Please tell me you’ll let me,” I whispered before sucking the lobe of his ear into my mouth.
Jansen cupped his hand around my neck, bringing my face in front of his. “Anything you want, you don’t have to ask.” He pressed a brief kiss to my lips then sprawled back against the couch. “I’m dying to see your lips wrapped around me.”
I slid from his lap to the floor, between his legs. The heat from his thighs alone had sweat trickling down my back. With trembling fingers, I grabbed the waist of his jeans and tugged. Jansen took the cue and immediately lifted his hips, letting me pull his jeans below his knees. His boxer briefs were next.
My hands continued to shake, but not from nerves or fear. I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted a man before. And didn’t that say a lot?
Hard, swollen, and begging for attention, Jansen’s cock lay waiting against his stomach. Each inch of him would feel perfect sliding deep in my body. But there was no need to push him farther than he might be ready to go.
It was one thing to think you were ready to be with a man for the first time, the reality was very different.
With my eyes still focused on his, I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the length of him. Jansen’s eyes fluttered closed for a second then opened right back up.
“Do that again.”
I did, except this time, I didn’t stop. Opening wide, I sucked the tip of him into my mouth. Strong fingers sank into the hair on the back of my head, painfully tugging on the ends, which only made me suck harder.
Salty precum hit my tongue. I dropped my head and took him all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck!” Jansen’s shout echoed throughout the room.
His hips started bucking up into my mouth. I moved back a bit, giving him the room he needed to use my mouth as he wished.
With one hand, I reached down and palmed my own aching cock. Nothing got me harder than when a man took control during a blow job. They weren’t supposed to be pretty and sweet. Messy and rough always won out for me.
I gripped him with my other hand as I bobbed my head up and down, meeting his thrusts. The way his dick throbbed in my mouth; I knew it wouldn’t be long.
“Oh god, Stephen. Don’t stop,” he moaned.
His grip in my hair tightened even farther, right before the first jet of cum hit the back of my throat.
I sucked down every drop while Jansen rode out the waves of his orgasm.
When he finally let go of my hair, I pulled off and looked up at him. Splayed out in post-sexual bliss was a good look for Jansen.
I cupped my dick in my clothes, not wanting wet pants for the rest of the night.
Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. “I don’t think I can move, but I want you to come too.”
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. I wanted to come too. “I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not. Get up here.”
I stood and moved to sit beside him, when Jansen’s hands shot out and tugged me onto his lap. I found myself in the same position as when we started, straddling Jansen’s lap with my cock hard as steel.
Jansen reached for the button of my shorts. “I want to see what you look like when you come.”
I whimpered, unable to form words when he popped the button and pulled down the zipper. With my legs spread wide there was no way I could get my shorts under my ass. Jansen was quick to take matters into his own hands and pulled my cock free of my black briefs. “This tiny underwear is sexy as hell, but what’s underneath is much better.”
For a man who had never been with another man, he knew exactly how to stroke my dick to make my eyes roll into the back of my head. His grip perfectly tight. The strokes just the right pace.
It wasn’t long before I was thrusting into his hand. After one of the hottest blow jobs I’d ever given, that shouldn’t have been a surprise.
“Make me come,” I begged.
I grabbed hold of his shoulders, using them to increase my thrusts.
“That’s it. Come all over me.”
That was all it took. My balls tightened and sensation raced down my spine as jet after jet painted Jansen’s chest and chin.
Drained, I let go and slumped forward, right into his arms. My release coating both of us now. I could feel Jansen’s heart slow while mine continued to race for a little longer.
We stayed like that until my eyes grew heavy. As much as I wanted to stay, it was time to leave before I got too tired to drive. I pushed back slightly. Jansen’s grip on my waist tightened.
“Stay,” he whispered in my ear.
“If I don’t go now, I’ll fall asleep on the way home.”
“I meant with me all night.”
I didn’t let myself weigh the pros and cons of that decision and took a page out of Jansen’s book. I jumped without looking, hoping I’d land on both feet. “Yes.”
The moment I agreed, he let me sit up. “I think we both need to get cleaned up,” he said, eyeing the drying cum on my chest.”
I stood and held a hand out to him. “Then let’s go.”
He took my hand and let me pull him up off the couch, his pants and boxer briefs falling to the floor. He stepped out of them. “Shower with me? I want my hands all over you again.”
I dropped my pants and let the sexiest man I’d ever been with lead me from the room to the steamiest shower I’d ever taken.