34. Jordan
Jordan
Orion’s body is warm. He feels good in my arms. Solid and right.
He’s squirmy, but not how he usually is.
He’s squirming to increase the contact between us, not lessen it.
I’m holding him tightly. I’ve slid my lower arm under his neck, curling it on his chest, so he’s pressed as firmly against me as I can get him.
His ass is all kinds of everything. Soft.
Hard. Muscular. Mush. Twin mounds of flesh with a valley between them that was made for me.
Every time he squirms, my dick swells and juts against him harder.
His waistband is digging into my other hand as it struggles to find purchase. His drawstring is tight. Frustrating. Maddening. I know there’s a way to deal with it. There must be. But I can’t think what it is right now.
I can reach deep enough that my fingertips graze the head of his cock and a little of his shaft.
It’s not as much as I want, but it’s something.
Something good. Something so goddamn good I’m not sure how I lived without it.
It’s hot and smooth to touch. Electric. It feels exactly like I expect it to, only in an unexpected way.
It’s swollen and hard, like I am. Sinew and muscle I want to call mine.
Mine.
Mine.
He’s hard because of me.
Swollen because I’m close to him.
Hot because he’s in my arms.
Leaking from the tip because I’m touching him.
Me.
No one else. Only me.
The rush of arousal those thoughts send through me has me dragging my hand out of his pants and tearing at the drawstring so roughly I’m surprised I don’t hear a seam ripping.
Orion helps, replacing my hand with his and untying the knot as I pant behind him.
When it’s done, when his waistband is loose, he holds it open for me, taking my hand in his and guiding it in sweetly.
My fingers clamp around him like a magnet, and he moans on contact. He moans. For me.
“Can you be quiet?”
It’s the last thing I want. I want him screaming my name, letting everyone within earshot know he’s mine, but I know he’s not ready for that.
He’s a private person, someone who’s kept a lot of himself hidden for a long time.
I don’t want to make him do anything he won’t be comfortable with tomorrow.
“Yeah,” he rasps, answering a little too quickly for my liking.
Because he’s Orion, I can’t resist kidding around. I might want him as a lover now, but he was my friend first, and friends take the piss out of each other no matter what the circumstances are.
“Are you sure?” I hum, dragging my teeth along the curve of his neck. “’Cause you were pretty loud both times I put my dick in you.”
He huffs a pained sigh. There’s an eye roll in his voice. A loud one, and fuck me, I love that. “Yes, dipshit. I’m sure. I’ve been coming my brains out in the room next to yours for years, and you never heard a peep, did you?”
Oh shit. That’s hot.
My hand slides up and down, my dick thrusting desperately against his perfect ass cheeks. The contact is incredible, a taste, a morsel, a promise, but it isn’t enough. I want more. More skin. More squirming. More of those little twitches and strangled gasps Orion emits when I touch him.
I release his cock with enormous regret and yank his pants down to his knees. My hand finds his ass immediately, and the second I have that warm hunk of flesh in my grasp, I lose it.
I see red and purple and flashes of gold. Arousal rips through me in a way I’ve never experienced. A way that makes me lose time.
When I come back to myself, Orion is on his knees. His tank and pants have been stripped off him and lie in a puddle on the floor. A wavy stripe of moonlight highlights his nudity, painting a portrait that’s so beautiful my heart skips a beat.
His legs are spread, his back arched.
“I-I didn’t bring any lube,” he says quietly.
“S’okay,” I slur, “don’t need it for what I’m going to do to you.”
Visions of Orion flit across my consciousness.
Pictures of him. His face in the morning when he’s grumpy because he hasn’t had any coffee.
His cheeks when he’s laughed really hard, bunched up and pink.
His eyes, dark and sarcastic, when I’ve done something to annoy him.
But most of all, most of all, I see him the way he looked when we fucked.
When I rolled him onto his back, and I saw his lips, bitten and red.
I looked down that night and saw his other hole too, puffy and winking at me.
Delectable.
Mouthwatering.
The sweetest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I should have licked it right then and there. I should have thrown myself at him, tongue-fucked him until he passed out. I should have made him feel so good he couldn’t walk afterward. I should’ve pinned him down in my bed and clung to him until morning.
I’ve regretted not rimming him every day since we had sex, and far from fading, the feeling is only getting stronger.
I regret not kissing him too, just as much.
I want to kiss him now even more than I wanted to do it that night, but I don’t want to kiss him in the dark.
I don’t want it to feel like a secret. I want to see his face when I kiss him.
I want to take it slow and make it so it’s the kiss of his lifetime.
So it’s a kiss he never recovers from. One he never forgets for as long as he lives.
I am going to kiss him tonight, don’t get me wrong. Just not on the mouth.
I push his cheeks apart, groaning softly from the addictive give as I spread him. Then I dive in.
I’d love to say I do it with finesse, or even a little control, but I don’t.
I’m past that. I’m shaking and seeing weird colors, and I can’t get enough air in or out.
The only thing I can do, the only thing that matters, is getting as close to Orion as I can and making him feel all the things I feel.
His little pucker tenses when I make contact for the first time, and he lets out a tiny yowl of surprise. The sound is a balm to my soul. I hear it and recognize it instantly. I know what it means. That was the first time. The first time anyone has ever done that to him.
I almost turn inside out from what the thought of that does to me.
I hold him open and lick him. Hard. Soft. Swirling my tongue in tight rings until Orion claws at the bedsheets. Then I soothe him with long, broad upward stripes that make his whole body shiver. I don’t stop. I don’t slow. I eat like my life depends on it.
It takes a while for the fog to lift, but when it does, I become aware of Orion’s dick bobbing between his legs.
It has a deep, distinctive call. A low murmur that reels me in and drags me toward it.
I approach with my eyes open and my tongue fully extended.
It isn’t easy to reach him in this position, but I manage to pull him back enough that my tongue makes contact with the underside of his shaft.
He hisses when it happens, hands darting out in front of him, grappling on the mattress until he finds a pillow.
He bunches the corner of it tightly and feeds it into his mouth.
Yes.
Oh yes. This is how I want him. On his knees with his hole shining with my saliva. His dick filling my mouth, a pillow stuffed in his to stop him from moaning.
I’d love to say my performance is perfect, but it isn’t.
I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m too horny to think anything through.
The best I can manage is a feral expression of lust without a lot of discretion.
I lick him and suck him like an animal that’s only recently remembered it’s wild.
I kiss his thighs indiscriminately, biting when kissing isn’t enough.
After a while, I land on a rhythm that clicks.
I close my lips around his hole and suck gently as I dip my tongue in and out of him, stroking his cock firmly with my right hand.
Orion rears up, throwing his head back, burying a hand in my hair and pulling just hard enough to activate every pleasure center in my body.
He’s like me now. Outside of himself. Wild and lost to the world.
His hips thrust, pistoning his dick through the hole between my fingers, until he tenses without warning. His scrotum tightens and he stiffens, sucking the air out of the room completely.
I don’t breathe. I can’t. Neither does he.
Then, I feel a surge. A sweet, heady rush as his pleasure tunnels powerfully through his cock and blasts out of him.
When my head clears, Orion’s dick is still in my hand, his ass still in the air. The side of his face is glued to the mattress, profile lit by the moon. His eyes are wide open, unseeing. His mouth is open too, jaw fully distended, as he lies paralyzed by the pleasure I brought him.
I flop onto the bed beside him, rolling onto my back to find my own release. My dick is so hard it’s painful. Throbbing. Pulsing with need. As I do it, Orion tries to lift his head. His eyes move slowly, tracking the movements of my hand sluggishly as I grip my cock.
He wants to help. I can see it in his eyes, but he’s too fucked out to move.
“S’okay,” I tell him. “Imma blow in ten seconds or less.”
Despite what I said, Orion curls up next to me and rests his head on my stomach.
He opens his mouth just enough that the most sensitive part of my dick butts against his warm, fleshy lips.
Now and again, he licks the tip lazily, swirling his tongue in slow, sleepy circles, as I stroke harder and faster.
At the last moment, the last second before pleasure hits, he opens his lips, forcing his mouth down on me, and sucks the life out of me.