64. James
JAMES
Ipulled my pants up when a loud knock sounded at the door. They were early. That was okay, though. I was ready. I stepped out into the hall, trying not to notice the way my lubed-up cheeks glided past each other.
“It smells amazing in here,” Tiffany said, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, as if she were in a Folgers commercial.
Theo blushed. “Thanks.”
My gaze immediately settled on Will, who seemed mesmerized by our wall art, a seventies-style lenticular print of a young buck in the woods.
Once upon a time, it hung above the woodstove in our basement.
I’d tossed it in the dumpster with the rest of Dad’s shit when we cleaned out the house, but Travis saved it.
“It’s not for sale,” I joked, licking my lips as I took in the exposed skin of Will’s chest. While I didn’t love that Will was married to his best friend and personal trainer, I had to hand it to Miles.
He knew how to make my man look hot as fuck.
It was just a simple white linen shirt, but with the top few buttons undone, it functioned more like a curtain, promising one hell of a show.
My ass clenched, but I shook off my doubts.
Before Will, bottoming had never really interested me.
Not because I was opposed to it, but because none of the guys I’d dated had wanted it badly enough.
If I was going to be fucked, then I wanted to be fucked.
Will never pressured me, of course, but I saw right through his shy-boy act.
Dude was a vampire, innocent on the doorstep but a fucking monster once invited inside. He didn’t do things by halves.
I did my best to walk normally as I went to greet our guests. “Sorry the place is such a shithole. I bet you’re wishing we did this at your place right about now, aren’t you?”
Will’s eyes darted to the semi I was rocking, and he stood a little taller, as if he could read my mind. “I like your apartment, and it didn’t take us that long to get here.”
“Yeah, your place is huge,” Tiffany said. “What is it, three bedrooms?”
“Yeah.”
The place was not huge. The bedrooms barely fit beds, and between the couch, chair, and narrow coffee table, the living room was so cramped I sometimes forgot we had a rug.
“Make yourselves at home. There is something I need to show Will up on the roof. We won’t be long.”
“You’re gonna love it, Will,” Theo said. “He’s been working on it all week. Actually, we should all go check it out. The meat’s gotta rest anyway.”
Catching the desperate look in my eyes, Miles grabbed Theo by the shoulders and spun him around. “I don’t think we’re invited. Why don’t you give us the tour and put some music on? Something loud.”
“What is it you wanted to show me?” Will asked as I shut the apartment door.
“You’ll see.” I climbed the ladder to the roof, unlatched the hatch, and pushed it open. I went through first, then offered Will a hand up.
“It still needs to be painted, but otherwise, it’s pretty much done.” I gestured to the small pavilion I’d spent the better part of the week building.
Will’s eyes went wide. “You built this?” He ran a hand down one of the four-by-four posts. “What about the swing? Did you build that, too?”
“Nah, I bought the swing.”
He gave it a shove, stepping back to avoid getting whacked in the shins. “Wait, are you even allowed to build up here? Don’t you need, like, permits and shit?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, but the lady who owns the building is, like, ninety-five, and she stopped caring about that kind of thing twenty years ago. It’s a pretty sweet deal. She doesn’t raise the rent, and we don’t complain about all the things she never fixes.”
A familiar hissing sound filled the air, and Will jerked in surprise as a jet glided overhead, close enough to hit with a rock.
“LaGuardia is just over there,” I said, chuckling. “You get used to it. It’s actually why I dragged you up here. Thought we could give ‘em a show.” I tossed him a packet of lube. “What do you say? Feeling toppy?”
The smirk that overtook Will’s face erased any lingering doubts I had, and before he could ruin the moment by being considerate, I pushed down my joggers and bent over the swing.
“Up here?” He looked around the exposed rooftop in mischievous delight. The pavilion would offer some cover, but not much.
“What, afraid we’ll get caught?” I teased.
Will’s smirk turned wicked. He liked that idea. “I just don’t want to hurt you. You sure we shouldn’t—”
“Dude, I’m sure. I’ve been practicing.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Oh yeah, with what?”
I shrugged, feeling slightly defensive that I hadn’t taken Theo’s unsolicited advice and gotten myself a dildo, or at least a plug. “My fingers. Got three in there right before you arrived. Wanna see?”
Will swallowed thickly and nodded.
“Give me some of that lube, then,” I said.
Will did as he was told, stepping closer as I reached back and fingered my hole. When the third digit slipped inside, he let out a low groan. “Fuck. Keep that up, and I’m going to forget to be gentle,” he said.
I grinned at him over my shoulder. “You promise?”
He laughed, his smile lighting his face up like a carnival, but even so, his hungry gaze never strayed from my ass. “I’ve never fucked anyone bare before,” he said. “I probably won’t last long.”
We’d gotten our test results back earlier that week, and I’d filled Will’s ass with my cum every night since. “Good,” I said. “The show will be starting soon.”
“Fuck that. This is the only show I care about.” He bent to examine my hole, his fingers gently caressing my entrance like it was a rare and delicate flower.
I was about to tell him to stop pussyfooting around and fuck me already when he hocked up a loogie and spit into my crack. Fuck, why was that so hot?
He stood, and I sucked in a breath at the metallic buzz of his zipper. I was tempted to glance back and watch him lube his cock, but kept my gaze fixed ahead, figuring this was a lot like getting a shot—better to wait and examine the needle afterward.
He leaned over me, his unzipped jeans rough against my ass, and whispered in my ear, “You ready?”
I nodded, too focused on my breathing to speak, and a moment later I felt the round tip of his cock press against my opening.
I bore down, like Enrique had instructed, and inch by painful inch, Will sank inside me.
He was a lot bigger than my ex, and way fucking harder.
I was tempted to tap out after the first inch, but I held on, my gaze tracing a spiral in the untreated wood, as if I could hypnotize the pain away.
“You’re doing amazing,” he said a minute later. “We’re halfway there.”
He had to be kidding. No way was that only half. Before I could tell him to just leave it at that and fuck me shallow, another plane flew overhead, and he sank in another inch. This time, though, it wasn’t pain I felt but pressure. I kind of liked it.
“Keep going,” I panted, my eyes taking another trip around the spiral knot.
My dick, which had gone soft, started to come alive again. I was doing it. The pain was still there, sure, but it was manageable, and when he finally bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against my cheeks, I could’ve screamed for joy.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasped.
I was rock hard now, my cock weeping precum. It was the weirdest fucking sensation, like I had to pee and come at the same time.
He pulled out, and the sensation ebbed. Then he thrust back in, punching the air from my lungs.
“Sorry,” he said, sounding anything but.
I looked back over my shoulder and cursed myself for not thinking to do this in the bathroom, where there was a mirror. Will looked so fucking hot, his shirt hiked up to reveal his cut abs, his face scrunched up in concentration.
Whatever pain and discomfort had been there initially faded as he picked up the pace.
Then he adjusted the angle—and holy shit!
It was like he was touching my cock from the inside.
Waves of this warm, fluttering sensation coursed through my body, and I honestly couldn’t tell if I was coming or not.
I couldn’t be, though. I wasn’t even touching myself.
“I’m close,” he said.
“Don’t stop.” I had no clue what the fuck was going on, but I was certain of one thing: I needed more. I grabbed my cock and started stroking, doubling Will’s relentless rhythm.
“Hey, save a puff for—” Esther’s voice cut off, and I whipped my head to the side just in time to see her dark hair disappear through the opening.
Will’s grip loosened on my hips. “Was that . . .?”
“Don’t worry about her,” I said, pushing back onto him, chasing the pressure and fullness. “She’s cool. Just don’t stop.”
I’d invited Esther tonight, figuring it was time for her and Will to meet.
Well, officially, that is. Given her part in getting him fired, I’d expected some awkwardness.
I hadn’t expected this. I’d probably be mortified later.
Right now, though, I just wanted to finish coming, or start coming. I still couldn’t tell.
“You don’t think she’s running to get her camera, do you?” Will asked.
“No! Now finish what you started.”
Will laughed, probably more at my desperate tone than the eyeful we’d just given my best friend.
But, like a good boy, he began to move again.
He started slow at first, as if trying to remember where he’d left off, but it wasn’t long before he was pistoning into me once more, the swing moving with his rapid thrusts.
I tried to be quiet, figuring Es was downstairs filling everyone in, but I couldn’t stop from groaning, “Oh, fuck,” as Will’s cock pushed every button inside me.
“That’s right, baby, come for me,” he said . . . and I did.
It made no fucking sense because I was pretty sure I had already reached my climax, but somehow, I was pushed further. It was like my orgasm was having its own orgasm, stacking one on top of the other like layers on a cake—the Inception of climaxes.