34. James #2
I was no stranger to stripping. In fact, I used to be a professional. But back then, it was the audience who was all horned-up, not me. Whatever. If Will wanted me to work for it, I would.
I stood, my head pressed against the roof of the limo, and shrugged out of my suit jacket. It wasn’t graceful, but Will didn’t seem to care, if the way he was biting his lip was any indication. I tugged off my sweater and undershirt next, then kicked off my shoes.
I probably could’ve made a show of removing my pants first, then my underwear, but screw that. I wanted to fuck. Unfortunately, my boxer briefs snagged on my heel just as the limo took a sharp turn, and I fell into the bench seat across from Will.
“You call that a striptease?” he said through peals of laughter.
“Don’t knock my signature move. That fucker’s a classic.” I tossed my pants aside and gave my cock a tug to take off some of the pressure, a move that didn’t go unnoticed.
Will’s laughter cut off as he eye fucked my junk.
“So, what’s the verdict?” I asked, giving my shaft another languid stroke.
He swallowed thickly before adopting a concerned look. “I don’t know. Looks pretty big. Might not fit.”
Before I could assure him I’d make it fit, he lay on his stomach and kicked his legs up behind him, like a kid watching Saturday-morning cartoons.
His ass was a fucking work of art, a shelf you could put a trophy on. “There’s only one way to find out,” I said.
This time, the lights from the passing cars flickered across his round globes, and I licked my lips in awe. I deserved a fucking medal for holding out this long. I spotted that bubble butt back in May, and now it was almost August.
I didn’t remember stepping closer, but there I was, hovering over him. I wanted to push his head into the seat and take him roughly, like he was goading me into, but I was a gentleman. Plus, I was determined to savor this.
A rumble sounded at the back of my throat as I lowered myself onto his naked body, letting my cock slot into the crease between his clenched cheeks.
“Who knew you were such a cocktease?” I said before sinking my teeth into the nape of his neck.
He winced. “I’m not a cocktease. I’m just being realistic. Big cock. Small hole. You do the math.”
“Trust me, it’s gonna fit.” I’d make it fit.
I snaked an arm under his stomach and hoisted his ass into the air. “Fuck, I bet you taste amazing.”
He gripped the edge of the minibar as I parted his cheeks and dove in.
“Oh, fuck,” he whined, writhing beneath my tongue, his hard body going limp like a piece of spaghetti.
If I’d known this was all it took to untie his knots, I’d have eaten his ass months ago.
“Oh my god, just fuck me already,” he begged after less than a minute.
“What happened to it might not fit?” I asked, replacing my tongue with the tip of my finger.
“I changed my mind. It’ll fit. Just get the fuck inside me,” he said, pushing back against my touch.
“Flip over, then. I wanna watch you come.”
He did as he was told, but instead of lying down, he sat upright, head leaned back against the window, feet propped up on the opposite bench.
I didn’t care what position we fucked in, as long as I could see his face. Fumbling in my discarded jacket, I retrieved the condoms and lube Miles had given me.
Will smirked. “Someone came prepared.”
“Yeah, your husband. Just so we’re clear, you will be finishing that story later.”
“Okay, but you better hurry up and fuck me before he finds out.”
As if on cue, the limo pulled off the highway, and I had to steady myself with a hand on the roof to keep from falling over again. We were running out of time. I wouldn’t need much, though, and judging by the way Will kept pulling his hand away from his twitching cock, he was close, too.
I stepped between his legs, tearing open the lube packet with my teeth. Then, after coating my index and middle fingers, I reached for his hole.
“Fuck that,” he said, swatting my hand away. “I don’t want your bony fingers. I want your cock.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You won’t. Just go slow at first.”
I raised an eyebrow. While I wasn’t hung like a porn star, I was well above average, and most guys took a minute to adjust. Then again, Will wasn’t like most guys.
“I’m serious,” he said. “I don’t need a lot of prep.”
“Fine, but you better tell me if I’m hurting you.
” I set the lube aside and tore open the condom.
I sometimes had trouble staying hard sheathed in latex, but there was no danger of that happening now.
I was achingly hard. Once the condom was on, I dumped a generous amount of lube in my palm and slicked my shaft, the sensation so intense I nearly lost it.
Then, with one hand braced on the seat and the other gripping my cock, I lined myself up.
I’d never forgive myself if I hurt him, but my cock would never forgive me if I didn’t let it inside that tight hole.
So, against my better judgment, I started to push inside.
The tip went in easily enough, but he winced when I reached the first ring of muscle, and I shot him an I-told-you-so glare.
“Just give me a second,” he panted, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.
Whatever he did seemed to work. The muscles relaxed, and I slipped further inside. The pressure was unlike anything I’d ever felt, and it was all I could do not to blow my load right then and there.
“Keep going,” he panted, so I did, sinking deeper and deeper until I was fully seated.
“Are you okay?” I asked, trying to douse my arousal with unsexy thoughts: filing taxes, cockroaches, Christian Nationalists.
“I’m so fucking beyond okay. Just give me a second, then don’t hold back, okay?
” Will’s head lolled back against the window with a thud, and the sound, both hard and soft, banished all boner-killing thoughts from my mind.
Fuck, I just wanted to rail into him, wanted to hear that sound again and again and again.
“Now who’s the cocktease?” he said, his breath warm on my face.
“You better be careful, or I’m gonna give you what you asked for.”
He grinned. “Is that a promise, old man?”
Old man? Wow, he really was asking for it.
I pulled out slowly, feeling the walls of his ass fold in around me. Then, clinging to my last shred of self-control, I eased back inside him.
“Here, let me put it in a way you might understand,” Will said, donning his Vermont accent. “Either fish or cut bait.”
The line was ripped right from the movie, a line spoken by my fucking brother, but whatever, it did the trick.
I pulled out and slammed back inside, thrusting so hard his ass lifted off the seat and his head smacked against the window.
It was hot as fuck, but I felt guilty. Well, until Will smirked, that is. “That all you got?” he taunted.
Okay, you little shit, game on!
I started driving into him at a punishing pace, the thud of his head hitting the window preceded by the slap of my pelvis against his ass—slap-thud, slap-thud, slap-thud.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he moaned, lifting his feet off the bench to give me better access.
The rational part of me worried the window might break, while the sex-drunk part of me hoped it would.
“Harder,” Will demanded, as if that were possible. If I fucked him any harder, I’d pulverize his organs.
Sweat stung my eyes and fell like rain onto his chest and face. I felt a charley horse starting in my leg, but I didn’t let up. I was too close.
Apparently, so was Will. He reached down and started stroking himself, matching my furious pace, and a moment later he rasped, “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
His dark eyes found mine, and his mouth opened in a silent scream as ropes of cum streaked across his chest and abs. I’d been joking at the dinner party about him giving me pink eye. But fuck. Dude was a shooter. He even landed some in the hollow at the base of his throat.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and, unable to hold off any longer, I unloaded inside him, my orgasm ripping from my body with such force that I feared the condom might break.
I collapsed, panting, onto his hard, sticky body and buried my face in his neck. The cramp was still there, but I didn’t care. That was the best fucking sex of my life.
Some indeterminate time later, after I’d caught my breath and my brain rebooted, I lifted my head and laughed. “Well, it’s official. Definitely the world’s best-kept secret.”
Color flooded his already flushed cheeks, and I realized I was no longer staring at Will Chapman, sex god, but Will Chapman, mild-mannered kindergarten teacher. I wasn’t disappointed, though. I liked all of Will’s sides.