jesse #3
Finn’s mouth remained open for a few short moments, and he wiped his slick, red lips before blinking up at me. “Is something wrong?”
But I only looked at him. Looked at him without a single obstruction between us, without a single dark, gloomy thought blurring the edges.
Finally, after my gaze had moved along his perfect jawline, over his lips, along his straight nose, and found his eyes, I could speak.
“No,” I said, coming down to my knees before him. “Nothing’s wrong at all. Not a thing.”
Finn’s concerned frown didn’t go away entirely, but the corners of his lips cocked. “Are you sure? I was sucking your dick and now I’m not.”
A laugh broke out of me, and I shook my head. “I needed to look at you.”
Finn swallowed, closing his teeth around his lower lip. I wondered if he knew what that did to me. It hurt, really. It hurt seeing someone so beautiful. It gave truth to the words “achingly beautiful” that I’d always thought were a hyperbole. Yet here I was, not exaggerating even a little.
My hands rested on Finn’s knees and moved up his legs, fingertips caressing his thighs until I reached his hips and continued to explore him, feeling the smooth skin of his waist, the hard abs, and finally, his dick standing firm between his legs, slick with precum and throbbing at the slightest touch. “I don’t want to rush this,” I said.
“Why not?” he asked, a cheeky smile touching his lips.
I shot him a pleading look. Don’t ask me that. But he deserved to know. “Because I’ve been wondering what it would feel like for a while.”
“A while,” he repeated softly, not asking me to say more. Instead, he looked at my arms, at my right hand stroking his dick, at my lips, and into my eyes. “Kiss me while you do that.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. My body was pulled toward him like he was a magnet.
My mouth pressed against his, tongue grazing the tip of his tongue, and my hand tightened around his cock for a long moment before I felt him draw a shaky breath and grin against my lips.
I kissed him hard, jerking my fist along his dick for several minutes while my lips moved away from his mouth, down to his chin, and kissed the length of his neck, over his Adam’s apple and back.
I was so overtaken by the need to feel him in all the ways that I bit his chin, making him laugh, then kissed the tip of his nose, licked his lips before kissing them again, and kissed his eyes, each in turn.
When I reached his ear and bit the soft part of it, Finn unraveled.
He shuddered hard and relaxed against me, wrapping his arms around my torso and tugging me closer.
I followed him into my bed, climbing up and settling between his legs, torso pressing against torso. My lips trailed his neck, his pulse jumping against my mouth, his skin prickling where I kissed it. “Oh, fuck, Jesse,” he whispered. “I want you so much.”
The words were a reward I’d never dared to hope for. This, all of this, had only ever existed in my dreams. I’d rarely allowed myself to fantasize for too long, knowing so well I wouldn’t ever get to have him. But here he was, all mine, and telling me how much he wanted me.
“I want you,” he whispered again. “I want you to fuck me.”
My dick stiffened, though I didn’t know how that was even possible at this point. Tension roared through my midsection, and I rose so high it tied my tongue. But I could smile. I could give him my most devilish smile.
“Do you want to?” he asked, though even his amused tone told me he knew how desperately I wanted to.
My cock pulsed between us, erratic with anticipation, and I let out a laugh. “What do you think?”
“I think yeah,” he said simply, making me laugh again. “I’m on PrEP, if you…” He glanced down and bit his lip.
“Me too,” I said. “If you’re sure you’re cool with it.”
He nodded, his face flushed with heat to the point of glowing, and he wiggled a little from under me, then spread his legs wider, but I didn’t want to just slip into him and be done with it.
I wanted him to feel special. I wanted him to remember this and judge all the future guys against a very high fucking standard.
I wanted him to think back on today and know in his heart that this was the best anyone had ever been to him, no matter how good all the others were.
I kissed his solar plexus before descending along his abs and his crotch, kissing his left thigh and gently lifting his legs until his ass was in front of me and his knees were pushed all the way to his armpits.
Then, I leaned in, my gaze holding his, only the top of my face visible to him over his cock, balls, and taint, and I pressed my tongue fully against his tight hole, making him shiver once with unrestrained pleasure before a moan erupted from his lips.
Licking his ass hard, I added pressure every now and then until he was breathing so fast I needed to slow down, but the tip of my tongue continued to press against him, push into him, circle his hole, and tease him relentlessly.
I wanted him to see just how good it could be when you didn’t bring your fears and self-conscious, overthinking mind into it.
When you left it all out at the doorstep, came in naked and brave, and let yourself follow the one thing you both wanted, nothing could go wrong. And everything felt right.
I licked, kissed, and sucked his ass in turns, my saliva glistening on his smooth skin. I did this until he was moaning loudly and crying my name and begging for God, because nothing less than that was enough.
And when his body grew restless, wiggling and begging for more, I paused and lifted my head, looking into his wild, lust-filled eyes, and I understood what he wanted from me.
I reached over him to my nightstand and pulled the drawer open, where a round bottle of lube rolled around and stilled. I picked it up, pulled the cap off with my teeth, spat it out, and poured the lube over my hand.
“Show off,” Finn murmured.
“I’ll show you showing off,” I said.
“Be still, my heart,” he said, putting a hand on his chest.
My hand moved over my dick, then I spread the rest of the lube over his hole.
Finn reached and took my wrist, then held my hand there against his flesh, and he shot me a challenging look, almost defiant in a way, as he navigated my hand until my middle finger was pressing against his hole.
“I want to feel you inside me,” he said.
I loved how easy it was for him to say it. How free of shame he was.
My finger slipped into the warmth of his flesh, and we both shuddered.
I didn’t know how it was possible, but this did more to me than to him, I was sure.
It cracked me, broke me into pieces. I pushed my finger deep inside him, feeling the warmth and the wetness of his body, the tightness of his hole clenching around my knuckle, and the heated looks he was giving me as I turned my wrist one way and the other.
Finn held his breath, nodding for me to keep working his hole, and I did without missing a beat.
I made him wet and loose with one finger, then two, and his eyes finally rolled back as he let his head drop and released the pent-up air from his lungs.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck, Jesse. I’m ready. I…I need you.”
“Like this?” I asked, not wanting to influence him too much. I wanted it like this, though. I wanted to look at his face as he fell apart and came for me.
“Yes,” he said softly, taking one of the pillows on the bed and tucking it under the small of his back, then spreading his legs around me and reaching for me.
I leaned in, planting my knees just under his legs, my fists under his arms, and I watched him as he reached down with one hand to hold my dick, his other hand rising to hold on to my upper arm.
“Fuck, your muscles are so hot,” he said, squeezing my arm a little and glancing at me, then looking down again.
It felt so good to feel his hand on me, to feel him find the angle he liked, to feel him then release me and trust me not to hurt him. After all I’d done to us, his trust was equally a surprise and a priceless reward.
And then I let my hips move forward, feeling the tightness of his hole releasing for me, relaxing a little before instincts kicked in and made it clench.
It felt so fucking good, but I stopped and pulled back half an inch, letting Finn inhale a deep breath.
He placed his other hand on my arm, too, now, and looked into my eyes, giving me a fraction of a nod to go again, and I felt him relax for me.
This time, moving slower, I eased into his body without a pause.
I could feel the tension in him, the anticipation of some sudden flash of pain that would be too much to take, but it never came.
I was careful to pull back a bit every so often, giving him the space to breathe freely and get used to the feeling.
So he did, and he trusted me enough to close his eyes and wrap his arms around my upper back just as I eased deeper, breaking through the barrier of tension and uncertain expectations.
Now that I felt myself move fully inside him, there was nothing to fear anymore.
My hips swayed back before I let myself move deeper into his body, exploring the warmth of him, stretching him, filling him a little more with each swing of my body.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he panted, pulling me down until my lips found his neck again, and I allowed myself to move my hips a little faster. But only a little. I wanted us to work toward the crescendo, to feel every step of the way, to grow so tense that it would feel inevitable.
His moans filled the space around me, and the sounds of our bodies touching, pressing together, peeling apart were the background music to his ever-higher notes of pleasure. My own voice was a low, husky rumble of grunts and moans.