Chapter Five
Harte
Jet was almost three hours late. Maybe he’d run into an old friend, and they were having breakfast together. It wasn’t that I expected him to call me to tell me his schedule, but after what we’d said to each other before he left, I thought he’d want to come home and finish our conversation.
“Who the fuck are you kidding?” I argued with myself, pacing the living room. “You want him to fuck your brains out. You’ve been dying for him to do it from the first.”
Merely saying the words was enough to get me hard.
Unlike some other players I’d known, I’d never been a guy led by his dick, so this obsession with having sex with Jet confused me.
It wasn’t only the physical that I enjoyed—at least what we’d shared so far.
His gentle hands holding my hips when we kissed, the rasp of his stubbled cheeks against mine.
That sweet smile over the rim of his coffee mug.
The special moments of the day, our walks in the woods, or simply discussing the state of the world.
All those inconsequential things that made my feelings for him grow stronger the more time we spent together.
Had it really been only a week since we’d met? Only six sunrises and sunsets throughout the course of thousands in my forty years, yet I had a problem imagining my life without him now.
Slow your roll. This isn’t a Hallmark Christmas movie. No one’s baking cookies, and you hate flannel shirts.
The lock clicked, and Jet walked in, looking like he’d been through hell. I rushed to him. Usually he changed from his uniform at the station, but this morning not only was he still wearing the same army-green shirt and slacks, but the clothes were filthy and disheveled, not neatly pressed.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
He wiped his brow. “I gotta get out of this uniform and shower first. It’s been a morning.”
“Let’s go.” I took his hand, and he let me lead him to the bathroom, where I unbuttoned his shirt, took off his vest, and set it aside. I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and took them down. He kicked off his shoes, and I kneeled and helped him with his socks.
When he was fully naked, I stripped, and we entered the shower. I turned on the taps and let the water soak us. I pumped shampoo, washed his hair, then conditioned it. I spread the body wash over his thickly muscled torso, and he braced his forehead and arms on the tiled wall.
“Talk to me,” I whispered and kissed the base of his neck where his hair curled. “What happened?”
“I was almost killed today. Emerson saved my life.” And as he relayed his story, I grew cold at the thought that Jet might’ve been taken, his beautiful soul extinguished.
“But you weren’t hurt?” I touched his arms, his chest…everywhere. “Not even a scratch?”
“No. But Em…he’s not doing too well. I’m afraid he’s gonna have a rough time of it.” He turned to me, his face a mixture of sadness and longing.
“We’ll make sure to check up on him.” I brushed the wet strands out of his eyes. “First, I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I will be. I have you here with me.”
“Jet.” I sighed. “When you say things like that…I’ve been thinking of you all night.”
“I need you, Harte. Right now.” To my shock, he sank to his knees right on the floor of the shower, and the sight of him, lips so close to my rapidly stiffening cock, made my heart stutter. I braced my hand on the wall to keep from falling. “Can I?” he asked.
I bit my lip and nodded. A hot, wet inferno engulfed my dick, and I groaned, the sound echoing off the tiled space.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, God.” Jet’s lips and mouth worked my length, his tongue dragging along the sensitive nerves under the head.
I couldn’t believe I was reeling from the most exquisite pleasure I’d ever known.
His golden-brown head bobbed up and down, and when he gazed up at me, his cheeks hollow, his eyes gleaming like molten silver with a touch of blue, I came fast without warning.
Blinded by desire, I clutched his hair and held him to me, wishing this moment could last forever.
He moaned, and I jumped, afraid I’d hurt him. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“Don’t.” He panted and got to his feet slowly, then wrapped his arms around me. Cooler now, the water still poured over us, and he reached behind him to shut it off. “I want you so bad, I can’t see straight.” He smiled against my cheek. “No pun intended.”
The proof lay hot and hard between us. His thick cock rose up between us, and I ran a finger along the pulsing vein to the tiny slit, where precome had gathered. I swirled my finger. “How can it fit? I mean, I know it will, but…” Embarrassed, I ducked my head, and he held me tighter.
“Don’t worry. You want me inside you?”
Hearing those words made it real. My cheeks burned, but I nodded. “The only thing I could think about was you fucking me. I have to know.”
“Goddamn.” His dick throbbed in my grasp. “I want that. I’ve wanted you since college. You were always my secret desire. All I thought about freshman year on the team was what it would be like to be naked with you.”
“And now here I am.” I stroked him, fondled his heavy sac, and he grew even larger. My hand was sticky with his precome, and I ached to be filled.
“Yeah,” he whispered, his voice husky with unmistakable passion. It sent delicious thrills up my spine. “Here you are. Let’s go to the bedroom.”
We dried off in a hurry and fell onto the bed, arms and legs tangled. Jet kissed me, his mouth covering mine until my head spun.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “How do you feel?”
I still had residual pain in my side, and my face hurt, but I wasn’t about to let anything stop this moment.
“I’m fine. It’s all good.”
“I’m gonna get the lube and a condom, okay?” He ran his thumb down the cleft of my ass, and my legs fell apart.
“Oh, yeah. Please. I need you.” Begging to be fucked in the ass by a man wasn’t something I’d ever imagined doing, but I was tense with anticipation and desire. I had to have Jet.
Face glowing, he grabbed the bottle from his nightstand and poured some on his fingers. He spread me wide open, and I turned my head as he played with me.
“No, love. Don’t be embarrassed. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” He circled my rim, and my mouth fell open as the nerves sprang to life.
“I …I can’t…oh, my God. I’ve never felt…I want…more. Oh, God.” Jet slipped his thumb in me, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I had a man’s finger up my ass, and all I knew was that I craved more. “Another,” I gasped. “Not enough.”
“Fuck, look at you. You’re dying for my cock, aren’t you?” Eyes burning, he added another and a third, and soon I was writhing under him, begging and pleading. “Tell me how much you want it.” Growly, possessive Jet had returned, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever heard.
“Jet, oh fuck, please. Please. Fuck me.” My head thrashed on the pillow, and I tore at the sheets.
With our eyes locked, Jet rolled on a condom, and slid his tip in. “Hold tight, baby.”
My face heated. “I like when you call me that.”
“Yeah? Then I’m never gonna stop.” He pushed in farther, and though I felt as if I were being split apart, I’d never been so whole. Exactly who I was supposed to be. When he was fully settled, he gazed down at me with an anxious face. “You okay?”
“Better than.” I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do, but I felt like I needed him to move, so I locked my ankles around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Oh fuck, that’s amazing,” I choked out, and Jet began to move in earnest, thrusting fast, and I grabbed his ass, wanting more. It hurt…burned, but I couldn’t stop.
“Yes, oh God, yeah, so good. Oh, God. Don’t stop.” I was babbling, lost in Jet and this uncontrollable lust he’d unleashed. “Don’t ever stop.” I flailed, my nails catching at his skin.
“Fuck me, you’re incredible,” Jet growled in my ear.
“I could eat you alive. Shove my tongue in your ass and suck your insides out.” My dick grew hard at his absolutely filthy words.
Was that possible? His tongue in me? Jet’s dick touched something and pleasure like I’d never known ripped through me.
“Fuck,” I cried out. “What the hell? Oh fuck, that was so good.”
My sore ribs forgotten, I dug my fingers into the meat of his biceps and heaved up to meet him. The friction from Jet’s tight abs against my now-rigid length sent me tumbling over the edge, and I came again, creating a sticky mess.
“Jet.” I sighed, and he settled his mouth on mine as his dick swelled in my ass and the condom filled with heat.
“What, baby?” He nuzzled my ear, and I held him tighter.
“Nothing.”
“Just Jet? It’s good. I’ve got you.” He softened and withdrew, taking off the condom and tossing it in the bin by the bed. He returned to me, and we snuggled under the covers. I loved being held in his arms. “How do you feel?” His lips brushed my temple, and I found his feet with mine.
This was what I’d been missing. The desire to remain together emotionally, even after we’d separated physically. “On top of the world.”
“I can’t believe it was your first time. You were so there with me.”
I rolled to my side. “Every second. Every inch of you.” Strange how I’d spent my whole life making love to soft breasts and smooth skin, yet the sight of Jet’s thick muscles and the feel of the dips and planes of his hairy chest sent me into a tailspin of greedy hunger.
“I haven’t been with anyone in years, not since my wife left me, and I’m sort of out of the dating scene.
I’ve always only been with one person at a time, but I want to know how you see us.
Do you want to date other people? I know we haven’t really defined what’s happening between us, and it’s been fast, but I know how I feel and—”