Chapter 17 #2
“Remember this?” I give myself a long, firm stroke.
“You sucked it so good I came buckets down your throat.” I can’t help but reach for his parted mouth, running a thumb over his bottom lip.
The split has almost fully healed, now just a faint, reddish line that shouldn’t leave a scar.
Still, I’m careful as I touch him, not wanting to cause him any pain.
Jamie doesn’t have the same reservations. He keens at my words and flicks his tongue over my thumb before wrapping his lips around it.
“Shit.” It’s just a thumb, but Jamie’s mouth is sealed so tight and hot around it, it feels like he’s doing it to my dick.
I pull out of his mouth, not without a noise of disappointment from him, and bring it between his legs. When I press it against his hole, it slips right in, no resistance at all.
I let out a groan. “Fuck, you’re so nice and open already.
” I move my thumb anyway, just to test the give.
Jamie might be all relaxed down there, but it still draws a startled gasp out of him regardless.
“No wonder, since you used that monster of a dildo.” I swap my thumb for two fingers.
Again, they slide in easily. “But my dick is bigger than that. Might be a bit too much for you.” I’m saying this both because of my genuine concern for Jamie, since I could seriously hurt him, and because I want to see how desperate he really is for me.
I’m not disappointed.
Jamie shakes his head frantically, squeezing my fingers. “No. It won’t. I promise, I can take it. I can take anything.”
“Anything? Are you sure?” I add a third finger, only now feeling some resistance. “You’re such a tiny thing, compared to me. I could wreck you.”
He whines, his dick spurting precum. “P-please.”
Oh. I see how it is. Someone has a thing for dirty talk and size difference.
I never knew I was into the latter, but fuck, I so, so am. Should’ve picked up on it when I had my dick in Jamie’s small mouth and kept thinking how hot it was to see him take it all.
And now I’ll get to see him take it again.
Suddenly impatient, I withdraw my fingers, which makes him whimper. I flash him a grin before taking off my shirt. His protest dies, and he stares at my chest, practically drooling. Fuck, I’ve always enjoyed attention, but I’ve never felt this high from it.
I slip off the bed to get rid of my shorts, then crawl back over to Jamie. The poor guy doesn’t know where to look first. His eyes keep jumping all over me until they settle on my aching dick.
He licks his lips. His gaze flicks to me, slightly unsure and nervous, as if he’s worried I’ve changed my mind.
No fucking chance.
I reach for my cock, which brings his attention to it once more. “This is what you want, right?” He nods before I even finish the sentence. “Show me where you want it.”
Jamie’s expression is both hungry and nervous, but the longer he stares at my dick, the less nervous he seems, which is kind of an irony. Then he grabs the back of his legs and brings them to his chest, completely exposing himself.
When our eyes meet, he lets out a quiet, watery, “Please.”
Everything inside me snaps. I only have enough presence of mind to hastily grab the bottle of lube next to him and slick myself up before I shuffle forward.
The head of my cock is almost purple as it touches his glistening hole.
From this close it seems like there’s no possible way he’ll be able to take me.
Even after fucking himself with a toy, he feels so tight down here.
Precum dribbles out of my dick, soaking Jamie’s hole. Losing the last of my restraint, I press forward. Nothing happens at first, there’s just insane pressure. His legs quiver, his hole pulses, and then, just like that, the head of my cock slips in.
The second it does, Jamie throws his head back, mouth falling open on a silent scream. He clenches around me, all but throttling my dick.
“F-fuck.” I fall onto my hands on either side of him, and the movement forces me deeper.
Jamie fucking mewls, tears springing into his eyes.
“S-slowly,” he begs. “Please, do it slowly.”
My stomach knots up. I instantly push back up onto my knees.
“Shit, sorry. Does it hurt that much?”
What the fuck do you think? You just shoved a baseball bat in his ass, for fuck’s sake.
Jamie sobs. “No.”
I sigh. “Jamie.” I contemplate pulling out, but that might hurt just as much.
“It doesn’t hurt. I promise.” The next part is barely a whisper. “I… I just want to feel it.”
He just…what?
Oh.
Holy shit.
I feel a feral grin grow on my lips. “Is that right?” I stare at the point of connection. If I thought that the sight of my dick disappearing in his tiny mouth was obscene, it has nothing on this.
I bring my hand between his legs and run a finger over his tightly stretched rim.
“I always thought everyone wanted to get the first bit done and over with as quickly as possible. But not you, huh?” Noticing Jamie’s losing his strength, I take over, hooking my hands under his knees and keeping him spread wide.
“You want to feel my dick, Jamie? Want to feel every thick inch as it goes in?”
Fisting the sheets by his sides, he nods. “P-please. God, please.”
“Oh Jamie.” I rock my hips, giving him another inch, making him cry out. “I don’t think God’s here. It’s just you, and me, and my big cock that’s about to fill up that tight, needy little hole of yours.”
He clenches around me like a vice before his cock erupts, shooting all over his stomach. His hole flutters rhythmically around me, making me curse.
“Holy shit.” I stare at the white ropes painting his skin. “Did you just come?” I haven’t done anything. I’m barely halfway inside him, and I definitely didn’t touch his dick.
Jamie sobs again, except this time, it doesn’t sound like it’s from pleasure. He covers his face, his voice muffled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. It just…” Another sob. “It just felt so good that I…”
Jesus. He thinks I’m mad? Or judging him? I would laugh at the ridiculous notion, but then he’d think I’m laughing at him, and that simply won’t do.
Carefully releasing his legs, I gently pry his hands off his face.
He lets me but doesn’t look at me, so I kiss his tear-streaked cheek.
“Shh, it’s okay. It was hot, Jamie.” He makes a dubious sound, squeezing his eyes shut.
“It was,” I push. “I don’t think anyone’s ever been so crazy for me.
Well, my dick,” I add with a chuckle, ignoring the strange, stinging sensation at my own words.
He makes another sound, like a complaint. His lips move, but he speaks too quietly.
“What?”
“You,” he says. His throat bobs before his gaze cautiously returns to me. “I l-like you.”
I stare at him, my mouth falling open. I don’t know why the confession is such a shock to my system—I’ve known it was likely the case since my conversation with Seth.
Back then, I felt…panic. Not at the idea of a man having feelings for me, but at not being able to return them and therefore losing someone I care about.
That’s…not what I’m feeling right now at all.
My heart does this odd, disorienting thing, like tipping forward before landing somewhere new. A place that’s unfamiliar, but not at all unpleasant.
“Yeah?” I find myself grinning stupidly wide, stroking Jamie’s hair. “I like you too, Jamie,” I say quietly, testing the words. Testing how right and truthful they feel. There’s no pushback, no resistance, just more warmth filling every fiber of my being. “I like you more than I realized.”
The scared yet hopeful look he gives me pierces right through me.
“Y-you do?”
I think about how easy it feels to be around him, how my hands always seem to find him, how having him out of my sight makes me fidgety and unfocused.
I think about the surge of anger and possessiveness when I believed he was here with another man.
I think about the fact that my cock is still inside him, getting harder by the second.
Jesus Christ, how did I ever gaslight myself into believing I was just being protective? It’s so obvious now—I really, really like him. Maybe not in a dramatic, world-ending way, but in the steady, comfortable sense that my heart has already made room for him and has no plans on letting him go.
“I do.” Now that I remember I was in the middle of fucking him, it takes significant effort to keep still. “You know…” I continue talking to distract myself. “I always thought you’re really cute. Everything about you is so soft and cute.”
Jamie’s expression clouds over—not the reaction I expected. Before I can find out what’s wrong, he asks, dejected, “Like a woman?”
Huh? “No. No, more like…a bunny.”
He blinks. “What?”
I give him a sheepish, slightly apologetic smile. “I know it sounds weird. But you’ve always reminded me of a bunny. Maybe because when I saw you hold Fiona for the first time, I couldn’t help but see similarities.”
“What similarities?” He has a bit of a frown going on, but doesn’t seem upset, just confused.
I stroke his cheek with the back of my finger. “Like I said, you’re both cute and soft. And you both make me wanna, I don’t know, protect you? Take care of you. Like…I wanna tuck you in and make sure nothing can hurt you. And you both have those big eyes. It’s impossible to say no to you.”
“Really?”
I smile at the undisguised hope in his expression. “Really.”
“Does that mean…” he starts after a lengthy pause, “I can ask anything of you, and you won’t refuse me?”
My smile widens. “You can certainly try.” I already know I’m game. As is my cock, twitching with anticipation. Jamie must feel it too, because his breath hitches.
“Kiss me? Please?”
My eyes instantly go to his mouth, red from being bitten and so fucking tempting.
I lower myself on top of him, shifting my weight onto my left forearm so as to not crush him. “That what you want, little bunny?” His eyes go wide, and I grimace. That sounded way better in my head. “Sorry, too weird?”
He shakes his head.
“Oh. You like it?”
This time, I get a nod.