CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
JAKE
“Maybe you should fuck me right now,” I blurted, surprised by my own words. Where had that come from?
He grinned like a wolf, his gaze lit with the wildfire of desire. “Are you sure? I don’t know if–”
I cut off his words with a kiss. Maybe it was the two beers I’d had. It took me a moment to get my words out. “I’m tired of hiding. There is no one better in the world to do it than you. If…I feel like I want to stop–”
“Then I stop,” he finished. He pulled me into a long, cherishing kiss that melted my heart. “Whatever you want, baby boy. I want to make you feel so good.”
“Can…I have a minute?” I croaked. Despite my resolve, a rush of nerves made me shiver.
“You can have as many as you want.”
“I’ll be right back,” I said and rushed into his bathroom.
I took several deep breaths to steady myself and caught my reflection in the mirror.
My first instinct was to look away, but I reminded myself I needed to stop hiding.
I’d never really looked at myself in lingerie before.
I’d always focused on how the lace and silk felt against my skin, rather than what it looked like on my body.
I turned around and snickered. Gabriel was right.
My ass did look good in pink lace, but it was his constant praises that made me feel sexy and desirable.
“You can do this,” I said to my reflection.
I rushed through a shower and slipped back into my panties.
When I was ready, I returned to the bedroom.
Gabriel was still sitting on the edge of the bed, naked in all his glory.
He noticed me and met me halfway. I sought out his lips and lost myself in the kiss as if he were a lifeline to much-needed oxygen.
No more thinking and worrying. Just go with the flow.
I was desperate to feel and experience what so many normal people did.
His hands slid down to cup my ass and I gasped into his mouth as he gripped me roughly.
He traced the thin lace that covered my crack with a single finger until he found the hole and grazed my entrance.
He lingered there for a moment before guiding me to the bed, his body pressing against my back as he kissed my shoulders, my spine, slowly moving south until every inch of my back knew his lips.
How was I lucky enough to find this amazing guy?
“Lay on your stomach,” he said.
I did as he asked. I was nervous if only because this was a new experience but not as much as I thought I’d be.
As he moved his hands all over my back and worked the knots out, the chill of anxiety floated away, and I became as comfortable as if I were lying on a cloud.
Lips replaced his hands as he trailed gentle nips southward.
He skimmed his palms over the globes of my ass then pushed my panties down, bunching them up at my thighs. “I finally get to have my dessert.”
He spread my cheeks with rough hands and buried his face in my crack.
It was shocking to me, the need in his voice, the vulnerability of being exposed to someone.
And when his tongue sought my hole, I couldn't breathe.
All I could do was dig my fingers into the sheets as he kissed and licked and speared my entrance with his tongue.
Time slowed down, the sounds and sensation of his mouth working my asshole exciting.
He didn’t hold back, making little sounds like a grizzly bear trying to get to honey.
My cock was hard in my panties, pressing against the lace in need.
The only thing that could make this experience better was watching him rim me.
He gave my ass a little slap and kissed his way back up my spine.
“Are you ready for my cock or do you want more of my tongue?” he purred against my ear.
“That’s a trick question,” I murmured. I pushed my ass up and against the concave of his hips. “But I’m ready for you. Please?”
“No, turn around. I want to watch your reaction as I slide my cock into you for the first time,” he rumbled.
I shifted onto my back, and bit down a shy smile.
He had a way with words that made me vibrate with all kinds of emotions.
He helped me get comfortable, his attentiveness a reminder that I’d chosen correctly.
He rumbled a little laugh as he ran his eyes all over the panties.
My cock was hard and aching against the stretched lace, and my balls were squished, but I’d always like the confinement.
His eyes moved to mine. “If I bought you some things, would you wear them for me?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He took my hand and pressed it to his swollen cock. “Feel how excited you make me, baby boy.”
As I stroked his burning erection, he moved his hands all over me, caressing as if he were looking for those hidden pleasure-spots he’d mention during the massage.
“Please,” I whispered and held onto him as he kissed my neck. “I want this. Now. I don’t want to wait anymore. Please, Gabriel. Fuck me.”
He looked at me and grinned like a predator. “Didn’t I tell you that you’d beg me for it?”
I tried not to smile, but it was pointless.
I accepted his kisses again, while he cupped my package through the lace.
I couldn’t help thinking about all the slutty things he might buy for me to wear.
He found the crotch opening and the feeling of his fingers against my hole was as explosive as his tongue.
I was captured by the whole of this man.
From the way his legs split mine, to the glow of his eyes in the low light, to how he sucked his fingers into his mouth, getting them slick.
I was going to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
He slid a single wet finger into my ass, and I let out a muffled cry, my muscles clenching around the digit. “This okay?”
I nodded. “More.”
“Hm… What exactly are you asking for?”
I gaped and he pushed his finger deeper. It wasn’t surprising he’d penetrated me so easily. I was so comfortable and achingly horny, my body was opening for him. “More, please.”
“More, what?”
I growled in frustration and found his hand with my own. “Please.”
He chuckled. “You mean…you want another finger?”
I parted my lips to answer, but a gasp escaped as he slipped in another. “Yes!”
Before I knew what was happening, I was guiding his hand as it worked between my thighs, finger-fucking me.
“That’s it, baby boy. Just let go,” he whispered.
He leaned in so he could suck my nipple into my mouth, never missing a beat with his hand and I almost begged for another digit.
I wanted him to tear me apart and put me back together as a new person, one undefined by my past experiences.
He whispered a curse and fumbled around for a condom with his free hand.
When that didn’t work, he withdrew, leaving a curious emptiness where he’d been.
I wanted to put the condom on for him, but he did it before I could ask.
“Tell me what you want, baby boy,” he rasped, kissing my nipple. He hooked his elbows around the backs of my knees, splitting me. “I need to hear it.”
“I want you. All of you. I want to know you in every way,” I said, my throat dry. But it was the complete truth.
He wrapped a gentle hand around my throat, and I was unable to look away as he slid his cock into me.
There was no resistance, and I welcomed the slight burn of being invaded, my body singing with pleasure.
I gaped into his mouth as he filled me so completely.
He didn’t take his eyes off me. I couldn't look away either, his gaze holding me captive. He was everything I’d ever wanted and more.
Having a real dick in me was levels above produce. It felt better, warmer, and smoother like satin encasing steel. Despite him being careful and considerate, the lack of control over movement heightened the experience. I was safe with this gorgeous, sweet, dream of a man.
“How’s that feel, baby boy?” he purred against my ear.
“Like I never want to go back to produce again.”
He laughed, sending vibrations through me, making me clench around his cock. He made a dark sound, as if he were desperate to come. “You feel so damn good. I’m not going to last long.”
Digging my fingers into his hair, I pulled him into a kiss.
He started fucking me, and I moaned into his mouth.
Some of the sounds I made were embarrassing but I decided I didn’t care anymore.
At this moment, I was free. He moved like water, his body fluid as he drove into me over and over.
He was so beautiful, his body perfect. He buried his face in my neck as his throaty breath grew heavier and I held him close, sensing he needed comfort.
I wasn’t sure why, but I was glad he needed me as much as I did him.
“Please…come,” I rasped out, wanting to feel and hear him orgasm while he was inside of me. “You’re not hurting me. It feels good.”
He chuckled darkly and changed gears. I wrapped my legs around him and clenched my sphincter in an effort to make it feel better for him.
That sweet burn and fullness spread to encompass my entire being and a few strokes later, he grabbed onto me, grunting, and gasping as his cock twitched inside of me.
I wished he hadn’t put a condom on. I would have enjoyed him leaving something behind.
“Damn,” he said on a breathy snicker.
He carefully leaned back, his cock still in my ass.
I clenched down, wanting to keep him there.
He pushed my panties aside, freeing my prick and started jacking me off.
He rotated his hips, his softening dick stroking the walls of my ass.
The pleasure built, and the moment I started to cum, he leaned in and swallowed my gasps.
“That feel good, baby boy?” He whispered as he pecked my nose and cheeks.
I smiled dumbly. “Can we do it again?”
He grinned like the happiest person in the world, and I wondered if this was as special for him as it was for me.
He winced and reached between our bodies to withdraw. “Let me take care of this.”
He was back in an instant with a washcloth and wiped the mess from my stomach.
It made me feel special the way he cared for me.
When we were the cleanest we were going to get without a shower, we cuddled in bed.
I wasn’t afraid to touch him, curling my fingers around the fuzz on his chest. His own fingers were busy tracing the edge of my panties.
“I mean it when I say I like you in these,” he said.
“Okay,” I muttered.
“I’m serious, baby boy,” he said against my forehead. “You are so sexy and beautiful to me. Anytime you think otherwise, I want you to tell me so I can convince you of the truth. I don’t care if It takes a lot of effort.”
Biting my lip, I wiggled out of his grasp and straddled him. His smile slowly widened as I sat on his hips, trying to untangle my thoughts. I wish I were a master at saying what I felt, and I was determined to try.
Skimming my hand down the pads of his chest, I said, “I-I want you to know that you are too. Sexy, I mean. You would be to me even if you had…a few more pounds. I’m not a very vain person. I just…want you to know that you’re gorgeous.”
I didn’t think his smile could get any wider, but it did. “Thank you,” he whispered. “That means more than you know.”
“I had a nickname for you before we officially met. It’s kind of silly,” I said, skimming my fingers across his stomach.
“Tell me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Mr. Dreamy.”
He laughed so hard the bed shook. He pulled me in and kissed me until I saw stars.