Chapter 19
Wes
Just because I’m eager for this doesn’t mean I’m not a little nervous.
Nervous that I’ll make a mess, that it’ll be bad for Jett, or that it’ll hurt too much.
Honestly, I never thought I’d be bottoming for anyone, but something told me Jett would prefer it this way, so I just volunteered.
I hope I get to be inside him, too. I absolutely look forward to that day.
Still, I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted it all.
As much as I want to jump Jett’s bones, I need to clean up a bit. Thanks to Sabrina, my ex, I know how to prep for anal sex. It takes the spontaneity out of it, and Jett and I are almost always spontaneous, but it’s a crucial step I don’t want to skip.
I leave the bathroom, having douched and showered, to find Jett lying in my bed naked, looking like a god. He’s scrolling through his phone, so I lean in the doorway to watch him for a moment.
His dusky skin is so smooth, glowing almost. His muscles are accentuated at all times because he’s a damn rock. Next to him, on the side table, sits a small bottle of lube and an unopened condom.
My heart races a little, and my stomach dips. Not only for this moment, but watching him candidly, wondering how, of all people, I ended up with a man. And not just any man, but my idol. Although it stopped being about that a while ago, it still blows my fucking mind.
I’m ready for this. So ready to be with someone for real. Hopefully. If that’s what he wants. Yeah, we’re boyfriends, but I see a future with him. I see myself like Dennis and Mike. I really want what they have.
Jett catches me watching him and smiles. I cough at the thought of getting caught and walk into my bedroom.
“Hey,” he says, scanning my body up and down. He sets his phone aside and rubs his hands on the sheets.
“Ready for me?” I ask.
“Yeah, so ready.”
“Nervous?”
“A little, honestly.”
I huff a laugh and amble his way. “Same.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, prop myself up on one hand, and lean down to give him a peck. “Why are you nervous?” I ask.
“It’s… been a long fucking time, Wes.”
“How long are we talking?”
Jett glances away, staring out the window that’s sprinkled with drops after some rain blew in. He rubs his hands on the sheets again, still not looking at me. “Years? Too long.”
I drag my fingers across his cheek to get his attention. He looks at me with wide eyes. “Hey, we don’t have to do this. I may tease a lot about sex and shit, but no pressure, babe.”
“No, I want to. I just want to make sure I don’t fuck it up somehow.”
“Meh, if either of us does, we can always try again. It’s not the end of the world.” I’m telling him that as much as I’m telling myself. My fingers trail down his throat and chest as a smirk curls on my mouth. “And I definitely want to be inside you at some point… if you’re game, that is.”
“Definitely. I’m vers.”
I lean down again and nip at his bottom lip, my hand traveling between his legs until I’m cupping his dick. I fist his length and pepper his face with kisses.
Jett reaches for the back of my head and pulls me down for a heated kiss. I close my eyes, savoring the feel of his soft lips against mine and his cock swelling underneath my palm. It’s been only a few weeks with him, and I’m back to being infatuated, but for very different reasons.
He sits up and flips me onto my back. “I want to try something.”
“A naughty something?” I say, waggling my brows.
He breathes a laugh and shakes his head. “I swear, you only have sex on the brain.”
“Probably.”
“Seriously, how do you feel about rimming?”
“Yes, please.”
“You’ve had it done?”
“Yep, once or twice. I’ve done it before, too.”
He chuckles. “Is there anything you haven’t tried?”
“Aww, are you worried about not having any firsts with me?”
His smile is crooked. “Juvenile… Just curious.”
“There are lots of things I haven’t tried.”
“Good…” he says, kissing down my body, starting with my throat, and biting my nipples. He continues to work downward, pressing kisses to my stomach and groin. My cock pulses for attention, but he doesn’t give it. “Love these tan lines. Your skin is so pale here compared to the rest of you.”
I close my eyes, sinking into the mattress while I finger his hair. Jett sucks on a spot right over my hipbone until he’s marked me enough to bruise. I smile a little that he’s marking me as his. It’s hot.
He continues to work his way down, kissing my dick, but still not giving it any love. “You’re such a tease!”
His chuckle is low and rumbly. “So are you.”
Jett sits up and pushes my legs back. “Hold those.”
I grab the backs of my thighs, opening myself up to him. It’s such a vulnerable position, but I’m burning for his tongue on me.
He pushes me back more, scoots down, and prods my hole. A simple touch heightens all my senses. My body burns and aches for more. Why do I like that so much?
“Cute and pink,” he whispers.
I smile at that.
He spreads my cheeks, and his tongue swipes against my hole. I arch my back off the bed and pull my legs back more. “Fuck…” I rasp.
My dick leaks on my abs, twitching, needing friction while Jett consumes my ass. His tongue swirls around the muscle, dips inside, and nips around the meaty flesh. God, he’s good at this. You can tell he’s into it, which is such a fucking turn on.
The flat of his tongue drags up and over my taint, then to my nuts. He sucks one, twirls it around in his mouth, before he pops off, and he’s back worshiping my hole.
My body is absolutely relaxed, but my heart is going ninety miles a minute.
Jett pulls away, and I groan. Actually, it sounds more like a whine.
“You like that?” he asks.
“Hell, yeah. Fucking fire.”
After I lower my legs, he straddles my chest, holding his solid cock. “Open.”
I do as I’m told, and he rests the tip on my tongue. He leaks pre-cum, so I suckle the head before he pushes deeper into my mouth. He slides out and sinks back in, gently rolling his hips. My fingers dig into him, but I trust him not to choke me.
“Fucking your face is hot as hell,” he grunts.
I open my watery eyes to him staring down at me, clinging to my headboard as he thrusts in and out. His lips are parted, and he’s panting. He leaks more in my mouth, and I do my best to swallow the bitterness.
“Okay, enough of that. Fuck. Watching you suck me down is… Can’t come yet.”
Jett pulls out of my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva, which I lick away.
Still straddling my chest, he reaches for the condom, opening it. Once it’s rolled on his cock, he grabs the lube and scoots off me.
“Roll over,” he orders after slathering some oil on my dick.
I’m loving his bossiness. It’s nice to have someone else take charge for a change.
When I’m on my stomach, he gently smacks my ass.
“Up.” My ass is now in the air, and my face is planted in the pillow.
Cold lube dribbles over my hole, and he starts to work me open with one finger.
“Tell me if it’s too much, if it hurts, or if you need me to stop.”
“No way are we stopping this.”
“Wes…”
“Seriously, I’m good.”
Jett pushes his finger in deeper, wiggling it around until he grazes my prostate, something I’m happily familiar with. It’s a different sort of arousal, sending chills across my skin and making my eyes roll into my head.
While he works me open, he continues to kiss and nip my ass cheeks. After he’s pushed two fingers inside, he marks me again by sucking on my skin.
“God… so fucking good…” I breathe.
Just when I’m melted into the mattress, he yanks his fingers out, leaving me cold and bereft. I don’t move as he maneuvers behind me.
“Stop me if I hurt you,” he reminds me.
“I will.”
Jett lines himself up, his tip nudging against me before it breaches the muscle.
Not gonna lie, it stings as he stretches me wider than his three fingers.
I breathe through it and bear down as he pushes inside.
He eases out and sinks back in. Each time, he pushes in deeper and deeper until he’s fully seated.
I breathe through the burn, unmoving, while he lets me adjust.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah… just another second. This definitely stings more than a strap-on,” I chuckle.
Once the pain subsides, I’m left with a feeling of fullness, stuffed with his cock.
I glance back at him over my shoulder. “I’m ready.”
“You sure?”
“Yep. Go for it.”
Jett pulls out and eases back in. He does that a few times before he picks up the speed and hits me harder.
His fingers claw at my ass as he rolls over my prostate.
Soon, he’s snapping his hips, grunting each time he does.
That could be me making that weird noise.
It’s hard to tell with the pressure building and my body growing warm all over as he keeps stimulating me.
“How… do you… feel?” he asks.
All I can do is make a muffled noise in the pillow, solely focused on his dick inside me.
It feels different from anything I’ve experienced before, but so right.
Jett feels right. He belongs here. I’m going to want so much more.
It’s stopped being about sex. It’s become more than that.
He’s claiming my body. He’s marked me. I’ve become his. I belong to him.
My arousal moves in waves. He shifts and twists, keeping my pleasure going.
The sensation grows, then plateaus for a second, before I’m burning up enough to almost orgasm, then it starts over.
He teases and prolongs the moment. I feel everything he’s giving me through my entire body, not just my dick and groin.
My heart is hammering, and my breathing is erratic. I’m usually filled with dirty talk, but I can’t speak at all. I’m lost in Jett’s pounding.
My fingers curl into my sheets, and I push my ass back for more. I feel like I’m perpetually on the brink of climaxing, but I keep being denied. My cock is leaking everywhere.
Something unfurls inside me like a loosened knot. My toes curl, and I throw back my head as I’m hit with a full-body orgasm, one I’ve never experienced before in life. “Oh, fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck…”
Jett grunts when I squeeze down on his dick, chasing my orgasm. Cum leaks out onto my bed rather than shooting it.
“Did you… Did you fucking come?”
“Yeah… God. Holy hell… That was… different,” I pant between words. “I didn’t think there was such a thing as a different sort of orgasm.”
“Need you closer,” he rasps. “Now.”
Right when a wave of numbness crashes over me, Jett lifts me and holds me against him. My head falls back on his shoulder, arms hanging limply as he continues pounding into me. He bites my neck hard enough to hurt, but I don’t care. He can mark me all he wants.
My hair is damp, sweat trickling down my temple. My back is wet from Jett’s heated skin against mine.
His cry is muffled against my throat as hot cum pumps into the condom. His fingers dig into my chest as if clinging to life.
He finally lets me go, and I simply fall onto the mattress. He grabs my hips and pulls out the last threads of his orgasm until he’s spent. He grabs the condom around his cock, pulls out of me, and ties it off, tossing it on the floor before he drops next to me.
We’re both breathing loudly as I pull him against me.
“Fuck, it’s been a long time…” he rasps.
“Was it okay?”
He huffs a laugh, his eyes closed. “Yeah, so much. I forgot how good sex can feel.”
“Good, because I want to do this again.”
Jett shoves away my sweaty bangs and kisses my forehead. “Me too.”
I start laughing, pulling him tighter against me.
“What’s funny?” he asks.
“I came without touching myself. Dude, that was wild, and the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“You did? I thought you were masturbating as I fucked you.”
“Nope. Hands-free, babe.”
“That’s really cool. Hot.”
I nod sleepily as a yawn slips out of me. “Yep. Very cool. Now, I could sleep for a thousand years. I’ve never felt more relaxed.”
While sleep calls to me, I’m also in a fucking good place. Comfortable. At peace, like everything is just right in my world. Right here with Jett, holding me back.
It takes only a minute before I’m crashing.