Chapter 11 Jimmy
JIMMY
I wait in my room, naked, equal parts excited and nervous. I’ve promised Flynn a fantastic night, now I have to deliver on that.
There’s a soft knock on the door, and Flynn slips inside the room. He’s wearing his jeans, but the rest of his clothes are looped over his arm. His hair is damp, and his skin has a fresh-from-a-hot-shower pink glow. His eyes are bright.
“Nice sign.”
I snort-laugh. “We all have similar ones. We got them from an adult store when we first moved in together.”
“Did you pick your housemates by how sexually active you were?” He winces. “Shit. That sounded way more judgmental in reality than it did in my head. Sorry.”
I beckon him to me. “No worries. And, yes, something like that. You have to be into similar things for a happy house. It would have been rubbish if three of us were party-boys and the fourth wanted peace all the time.”
“True. I missed out on that side of uni.” He crossed the room; his eyes getting wider by the second as he trails his gaze up and down my body.
“Like what you see?” I ask.
“Oh, yes.” He pinches the corner of his lower lip between his teeth.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off?”
“I’m only wearing my jeans.”
No underwear? “You’re wearing too much. I need you naked.”
He puts his pile of clothes on the top of the chest of drawers and slips out of his jeans.
I suck in a breath. Okay, yes, I’ve seen him naked, but I was drunk and then hungover, and my memory of that encounter is still hazy at best. So I’m taking this as my first time, and I intend to appreciate every gorgeous inch of him.
He might not work out, but he has strong arms and a powerful chest, thanks to all the manual labour he does.
He has the beginnings of a six-pack—although it’s not yet defined, and his waist tapers to slender hips and lithe legs.
“You manscape,” he whispers. He’s at the bed now, his knees and shins touching the edge of it.
“You like?”
“Yes.” He lifts his gaze to my face. “I like all of you. You’re gorgeous.”
“So are you.” I hold my hand out.
He takes it. I pull a little, coaxing—but not forcing—him to join me on the bed. He does, sitting beside me, his face flushed.
“I don’t know where to look.”
“Wherever you want, baby.”
“I don’t want to—”
“Objectify me?”
He nods.
“Go ahead. I don’t mind.” Having him feast his stare on my body is wonderful. Knowing he appreciates the way I look is a huge confidence booster. “Now, where did we leave off? Ah, yes, I was planning on starting here.” I sweep my hand over his arse and tease his pucker with the tip of my finger.
He shivers.
“Do you like having your arse played with?”
“Warmed up?”
I shake my head. “Played with.”
He frowns.
“Get comfortable. On your stomach. Hands and knees. Whatever. I need access to your arse.”
“Okay.” He turns onto his hands and knees, head towards the top of the bed, knees apart.
Fuck, he’s gorgeous. I kneel behind him and part his arse cheeks, revealing his pristinely clean pink pucker. “I’m looking forward to this.” Before he can react, I lean down and lick his hole.
He shivers from head to toe. “Oh, fuck!”
“Nice?”
“Yes!” His voice is little more than a squeak.
Grinning, I repeat the action, revelling in the beautiful way his body reacts. I lick over his hole and twirl my tongue around it until the area is glistening with my saliva. I part his cheeks a little further and squeeze the tip of my tongue inside him.
He gasps, lurches forward, and collapses onto the bed, clutching the sheets. “Oh, fuck.”
I rock onto my heels, stroking his lower leg. “Hasn’t anyone done that to you before?”
He presses his face against the sheets and shakes his head.
“Did you like it?” I ask.
“Yes. But I wasn’t expecting it.”
“Well, now you are. Stay there.”
I shuffle towards the foot of the bed and lie down, with my shoulders resting on his thigh. I part his arse cheeks again. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
I go to town on him, licking him inside and out, pulling all the tricks I’ve learned to pleasure a man’s arse with nothing but my tongue.
He gasps, pants, and writhes. Every noise that pours out of his mouth is one of bemused pleasure.
I could make him come like this, because it’s so new to him, but I don’t want to.
I don’t want him to come until my cock is buried deep inside him.
So, I worship his arse until his pants become desperate.
Then I bring him down from the brink, not by stopping, but by making the ministrations of my tongue gentler and less intense, until the tip of my tongue is barely touching his pucker.
His breathing relaxes, colour returns to his knuckles, and the tension slips out of his body.
I push up, lying over him, and kiss him behind the ear. “Nice?”
“Yes. You—you should let me do something nice for you.”
“No need. I’m giving you a night to remember.”
“That doesn’t mean it should all be one-sided, does it?”
“I guess not. But pleasuring you is turning me on, so I am getting something out of this.”
He twists underneath me, so he’s on his back, and we’re able to stare into each other’s eyes. He strokes my jaw. “You’re amazing.”
My face becomes a little warm. “So are you.”
“No. I mean it.”
“So do I.” I kiss him.
He widens his eyes to dinner plate proportions and then hums against my lips, sucking my tongue. I guess that’s another first for him.
“Let me do something for you,” he says.
I don’t need him to, but maybe he does. “All right. Tell me how you want me.”
Confusion flits through his eyes, but it’s gone almost as fast as it came. “Sitting, if that’s okay?”
I prop myself against the headboard, legs parted.
He leans over me, one hand on the far side of my hips, and grasps the root of my cock with the other.
My breath catches in my throat. He licks my length, weaving his tongue in a rounded zigzag pattern.
By the time he reaches the top, my cock forgets its fatigue, becoming stiff and engorged.
He turns his face, looking up into my eyes, and stretches his lips wide and takes my cock into his mouth.
Not just the head, he takes the whole fucking length like a goddamn pro, until his lips are touching his fingers.
Well, fuck. I had not expected Flynn to be able to deep throat.
He bobs his head up and down, while creating swirling patterns on my rigid length with his tongue.
He sucks so hard, it hollows his cheeks out, creating pressure that makes me cross-eyed.
“Oh, fuck, Flynn. That’s amazing.”
He smiles around my cock. He hasn’t broken eye contact with me once.
As much as I want to tip my head back, close my eyes, and enjoy, I won’t look away from him either.
I want him to see how much I love what he’s doing.
It must be written on my face plain as day.
I resist the urge to thrust into his mouth, even though I want to so much.
Just when I think he can’t do anything else to surprise me, he moves his hand away from the root of my cock, and swallows my length right down to my groomed pubic hair. He uses his now free hand to cup and squeeze my balls.
“Oh, fuck!” I grip the sheet with one hand and his hair with the other. “Oh, baby, that’s so fucking good. But—” It's hard to talk between pants. “I don’t want to come like this.”
He twitches his eyebrows together.
“Want to have the energy to make love to you. To come inside you.”
He relaxes his brow.
“Just a little more, baby. I’ll tell you when to stop. But, oh, fucking hell, I’m enjoying this so much.”
I wait until I’m on the brink of an orgasm, my balls heavy and tight, my groin tingling, my cock almost unbearably sensitive. Then I cup his face and stroke his cheek.
“Stop now, baby.”
He pulls off my cock and sits upright, although still leaning on his hand, and stares at me.
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” I ask.
He blushes. “It wasn’t that good.”
I pull him to me so I can kiss him hard, tasting myself on his lips. “Please tell me you’re just being humble. You must know how good you are at giving head.”
He looks away.
He doesn’t. Which means Billy never told him. Never praised him like I just did. Why the fuck not? I fist my hand around the sheets.
I cup his cheek again, encouraging him to look at me. “Any guy would fall over himself for a blowjob like that. Did you have fun?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You should only do stuff like that if you enjoy it, too. Don’t ever do something just because your partner demands it. You have to want to do it.”
“I wanted to.” He leans forward and kisses me. “I think I’d want to do pretty much anything with you.”
My heart flutters. “My turn. Kneel over me. Right here.” I tap my chest, slouching so I’m only half upright.
He gives me a quizzical look but does as I’ve asked.
I put my hands on his arse and encourage him to come a little closer, so I’ll be able to blow him.
His cock is at half mast, telling me he was turned on by going down on me.
I’ll get him hard in no time. I use my hand to get his cock into my mouth.
Instead of moving my head, I use my hands to move him, encouraging him to thrust back and forth.
I can’t take him right to the root. I’m good at blow jobs, but deep throating?
It’s not a skill I’ve ever managed to learn.
He puts his hands on my shoulders, gripping tight as I encourage him to move faster and faster.
I moan and groan around his length, flicking my tongue back and forth as well as sucking to add extra pleasure.
His lashes flutter. He tips his head back, but not so far that he breaks eye contact.
His eyes are so beautiful. The blue is paler than ever, yet dazzling with desire at the same time.
If I didn’t have such a mouthful, I’d be telling him how gorgeous he is.
How much I want him. But he must know that by now, right? Oh, fuck, I hope he does.
I suck and lick until a shiver runs through his body, telling me he’s close to coming. I stop sucking. Next, I stop using my tongue. Then I stop rocking his body back and forth, and release his cock from my mouth. He gasps and rocks forward, pressing his forehead against my shoulder.
“Did you enjoy that?” I run my finger up and down his spine.
“Yes. So much. Thank you.” He lifts his head enough to stare at me. “You’re amazing.”
I chuckle. “You keep saying that.”
“You are.”
I crook my finger under his chin. “Yeah? Well, so are you, and I want you to believe that, Flynn. Here.” I touch his chest over his heart.
I manoeuvre him so he’s lying on his back on the bed, with me leaning over him, and then I lean down to kiss him.
“I want to fuck you nice and slow. Is that okay, baby?”
“Yes. More than okay. I want you, Jimmy. So much.”
Fuck, that’s good to know.