12. Jensen
12
JENSEN
We walk into my house, Lennox heading straight to the couch. He tosses his backpack down on the floor before throwing himself face-first onto the cushions.
“I am so damn stuffed,” he groans, his voice muffled by the throw pillow.
“You didn’t have to eat so much,” I tell him, grabbing myself a beer from the fridge and water for Lennox.
“It was all-you-can-eat Mexican food, Jensen. I have never in my life been to a Mexican buffet. I needed to try each item on their menu, and then I had to have doubles of everything that was delicious. But now I have a food-baby belly. Look at this.” He turns over, pulling his shirt up to show his stomach.
“I think it’s sexy as hell that you ate as much as you wanted. I can’t tell you the number of times I went on a date, and they picked at their meal or barely touched anything.”
“You’ll never have to worry about that with me. I love food. Could never live without it. I’m not a fighter, but I would definitely wrestle over that.”
“Good to know,” I chuckle, sitting next to him. His eyes are closed, a blissful look on his face. “Are you in a food coma? Do I need to carry you to the bedroom so you can pass out?”
Lennox smiles, turning his head to meet my gaze. “No. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be good as new. Besides, I still have to show you what I packed in my backpack.”
“Trust me, I have not forgotten that little tease from earlier. But it doesn’t have to be tonight. We have plenty of nights.”
“Why are you always so sweet?” he asks, looking up at me with his gorgeous brown irises. I’ve looked into his eyes so many times, but have never seen them the way I do now.
“I’m not trying to be sweet,” I admit, grabbing his ankle and rubbing his feet. “It’s just how I am, I guess. You deserve to be treated with respect, Lennox. It’s that simple. I told you, this isn’t all about sex. Yes, kissing and making out is a bonus. But you’re worth so much more than that.”
I hate how much he always tries to bring himself down. As though he’s not worthy of having someone be sweet to him. He attempts to laugh it off and joke, but I can see beneath the surface. The facade he tries to put on. He makes the jokes first so that way when he gets hurt, he can smile it off and say he knew it would happen.
“Wow.”
I push back the lock of hair from his face and smile. “You’re pretty wow yourself.”
“Oh my god. You are cheesy as hell. Who would have thought big, tattooed biker Jensen was a cheeseball?”
Rolling my eyes, I lean down and kiss his forehead. “I’m not that big. At least not where someone can easily see.”
Lennox laughs loudly and sits up to face me. “All right, that’s it. You say I’m a tease, but you’re one too. All the sexual innuendos you like to toss my way, getting me all riled up.”
“Are you? Riled Up?” I stammer, locking eyes on him.
I would never force him to do anything he isn’t willing to do. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not curious about doing other sexual things with him. After our make-out session the other night, I craved having him in my arms again. To feel him come apart for me. The more time I spend with him, the more enamored I become. He’s feisty and sassy, but has the biggest heart. He keeps me on my toes, and we’ve only been hanging out for a couple weeks.
I watch with bated breath as Lennox slowly gets off the couch and gets onto his knees.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“I want to see how big you are,” he purrs, finding his way in between my legs.
“Lennox. We don’t have to do this.”
“I want to. I told you, I’m an anal virgin, but I’ve done other things.”
Growling, I lean forward, grabbing hold of his chin. “No sweetheart. I never want to hear about you being with another person. I don’t care who you were with in the past. You’re mine now. And I’m very territorial over what’s mine.”
“Oh, god.” Lennox jumps up off the floor and into my lap. My arms circle around his waist at the same time his lips come down on mine. “Damn, I love you being all possessive. Makes me want to suck your cock, Jensen.”
“Yeah? You want to feel my thick dick stretching your lips wide? Want the tip of my cock to touch the back of your throat?”
“I knew you would be dirty, but damn.”
“Take off my pants, baby. Give me your mouth.”
I give Lennox one final kiss before pushing at his waist, hoping he’ll take the hint and go to the floor. He follows my wordless command easily, scrambling down to the ground. His soft hands unbutton my jeans, and I lift my ass, helping him pull the pants and briefs down my legs.
“Wow,” he whispers, his eyes fixated on my dick. “Damn, that’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful. God, I love your face. Especially seeing it in between my legs.” I caress his cheek, wanting to keep my hands on him even in such a small way.
“Wait till you see your cock on my face. I bet you’ll love it even more then.”
“How is it you always make me laugh so easily?” I admit.
“I’m just that amazing.”
Lennox spreads my legs wide before taking hold of my shaft and lightly jerking me. Nope, that won’t do.
“Harder,” I rasp out, letting my head fall on the back of the couch. “Tighter, twist your hand. Fuck, just like that. Damn, baby. You follow my commands so well.”
“I aim to please.”
“Question number 10?” I gasp out, thrusting my dick through his fist.
“Are you serious? Right now? The second I finally have my hand on your cock, so close to being down my throat, and you want to play a game?”
“Humor me, Lennox,” I growl, knowing the longer he takes to answer, the more time I have to wait to feel his lips wrapped around me.
“Fine, ask away.”
“How rough can I be with you? While I don’t get too rough, I enjoy the control. I just need to know the expectations before we start. I would never want to do anything that could upset or hurt you.”
Lennox drops his hand from my cock, and I instantly feel the loss. “Um, I haven’t done much. Are you talking about, like, BDSM-type stuff? ’Cause I know I wear leather skirts, but I’m not sure about all that.”
I laugh loudly, shaking my head. “No, not BDSM. More like smacking your ass, commanding you slightly, things like that.”
“Oh, I definitely like that. Question number 10?” I nod my head, waiting for him to continue. “Can I suck your dick now?”
“Go ahead, baby,” I chuckle, grabbing his hand and putting it back on my shaft. “Put my cock in your mouth.”
Lennox hums happily, leaning forward and sucking my dick down his throat. The heat of his mouth hits me instantly, and I can’t stop the moan that leaves my lips. My hand reaches out, grabbing hold of his chestnut locks. His eyes bounce to mine and I put a little pressure on his head. I watch as his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he pushes himself farther down on me. Fuck, he sucks dick so well.
“Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re doing so good,” I praise, smiling when he whimpers, the vibration causing my dick to jerk in his mouth. “Do you like that? When I tell you how good you are?”
He pops off my dick, a trail of saliva dripping down. “It turns me on so damn much.”
“Good. Now get back to sucking my cock, Lennox.”
Lennox doubles down, sucking hard on my shaft. I press back down on his head, going a bit harder with each push. He doesn’t fight me, easily following along with each command. He hollows his cheeks for a few seconds before he blows my mind and forces me down his throat.
“Holy shit,” I moan, mesmerized at the sight of my length bulging from his neck. Lennox breathes heavily, pulling off my spit-covered dick. “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you, baby? I bet you’re leaking so much into your panties right now. Fucking soaked and aching for me. You want me to take care of you?” He nods his head wildly, looking up at me with open, trusting eyes. “I’ll take care of you. Right after you take care of me. Give me your tongue.”
Lennox pulls off me, sticking his tongue straight out. There are tears in his eyes from the blow job, and he looks so debauched and dirty, but innocent at the same time. He waits patiently with his mouth open as I stroke myself roughly. I scoot up closer on the couch, making sure my cock is right next to his face. A tingle races down my spine, and I grab hold of his head, holding it in place as I shoot cum directly into his mouth.
“Don’t swallow yet,” I groan as I fill his mouth with every drop of my cum. I watch the milky white liquid pooling on his tongue in awe of how perfect he is. “Now swallow.”
Lennox winks at me before swallowing my cum with a moan. “You taste so fucking delicious.”
“My turn,” I growl, leaning forward to snatch him to me. “Wait, take off your pants. Leave the panties on.”
Lennox slowly gets off the floor and strips before me, tossing his pants to the side. I have to swallow my tongue staring at the gorgeous man in front of me. He has a beautiful, lean, tan body with blush-pink nipples. A small happy trail leads straight to the sexy-as-hell black lace panties covering his dick that wants to break free.
“Come sit on my face,” I say to him as I relax on the couch.
“What? You want me to what? Are you sure, Jensen? You haven’t done this before.”
“You heard me. Straddle my chest and shove your cock down my throat.”
“Oh my god, am I dreaming?” he whispers, walking toward the sofa and climbing on top of me.
“Nah, sweetheart. But I can’t wait to taste you.” Lennox smiles at me cheekily, then pulls down the waistband of his panties, offering himself to me. “Good boy. Stroke yourself. I love seeing you in panties, Lennox. I can’t even describe it, but the sight of the lace hugging your cock so tightly turns me on.”
Lennox chuckles, bringing his dick closer to my mouth. He rubs the tip along the edge of my lips, his eyes tracking every movement. “Fuck, your beard is tickling my balls. I love the feeling of that.”
I suck one ball into my mouth, then pull at the other, letting him take his time as he plays around. “Can I taste you now?” I ask, too impatient to wait any longer.
“Okay,” he whispers, pulling back to line his shaft up with my lips. I open them wide, welcoming him in. He plays around, wiping his precum on my lips as though he is applying lipstick to my mouth with his dick.
“Are you ever going to stick it in?” I mumble, my tongue coming out to lap up a drop of his precum.
“That’s what he said,” he chuckles before a long moan escapes him. “Fuck, your beard is everything. The tingles it sends down my spine as it brushes my balls.”
Unable to wait another second, I grab his ass cheeks tightly, pulling him into my mouth. His legs tremble as I suck him hard, my hands not letting go of his backside. He thrusts lightly and I push him farther into my mouth, showing him it’s okay to be rougher. He takes the hint, shoving himself deeper down. I work him vigorously and quickly, allowing him to use my mouth to his satisfaction. It isn’t long until he’s shooting down my throat, moaning loudly in relief. I lap up every drop, only taking a breath once he pulls himself out of me. He shimmies down my body, resting his head on my chest.
I have never sucked a dick before in my life. But seeing Lennox unravel for me has me yearning to do it over and over again. There wasn’t one part of me that was nervous or unsure about doing it. I’ve been all in with Lennox since the moment my lips first touched his. Seeing how much Lennox loved sucking my cock had me needing to do the same thing to him. And fuck, am I glad I did. The taste of Lennox is something I don’t see myself ever tiring of.
“Fuck, let’s do that again. I never got to show you what I brought.”
“Oh, don’t worry. We’re going to do it multiple times if I have any say in it. So, you’ll have plenty of time to show me.”
The mattress dips beside me as Lennox slides back into the bed.
“Hmm,” I groan, pulling his body closer to mine. “It was cold in here without you.”
Lennox chuckles, wrapping his arms tightly around me. “I’ll get you warm.” His lips find my chest as one of his hands starts playing with the silver bar in my nipple. “Did it hurt to get this pierced?”
“A little at first. More so, all the rubbing against the fabric after. But it was worth the pain.”
“Would you ever get your dick pierced?”
I grimace at the thought of sticking a needle through my cock. “Uh, I’m not sure about that. Maybe. And that’s a very strong maybe.”
“Well, I like the nipple piercings. Very sexy.”
We lie in bed for a little while longer before begrudgingly deciding to get up and ready for the day. We take a leisurely shower before getting dressed. Lennox dresses in one of my shirts. I didn’t even give him the option. When he was still under the water, I grabbed him a shirt of mine to put on. I love seeing him walk around my space in my clothes.
We’re sitting on the couch watching TV when Lennox turns to face me. “Will you teach me to cook something? Something easy, of course. I was thinking maybe scrambled eggs?”
“That should be simple enough. Come on.” I lightly tap his thigh, getting him to stand up with me.
I walk into the kitchen, Lennox trailing behind me. I snatch a bowl out of the cabinet while Lennox rummages around in my fridge, coming up with the eggs.
“Okay, take this and crack six into the container. Make sure not to get any shells in it.”
“I know how to break some eggs, Jensen.”
Leaning against the counter, I watch as Lennox tries to break the eggs into the bowl. Lennox smashes the first one on the edge of the dish, a few shell pieces getting into the bowl. He whips around, looking at me, a sheepish grin on his face.
“The first one always gets shells in,” he tells me, picking out the small bits that dropped.
I snicker loudly, nodding my head. He crushes the second egg, and a couple more shells falling in. “Okay, try this.” I walk over to Lennox, standing right behind him. I place my hands over his, guiding them as we break the next egg together. “You don’t have to hit so hard. A gentle crack is enough to get it open.”
We break open the rest, my hands helping to guide Lennox through each one. After tossing the shells in the trash, I hand Lennox a whisk, chuckling as he tries to blend the eggs together.
“Oh my god, they won’t mix. Why won’t they mix?” he asks, turning the beater faster.
“Here, try this.” I take control again, helping him beat the eggs. I let go, grabbing the milk from the fridge and adding a splash.
“Milk? Is that why my eggs always suck? Because I don’t add milk?”
“It’s probably that and the fact that you get shells all in them, too.”
“Sooo funny, Jensen.”
“But no, not everyone adds milk. I only do it because that’s how I was taught.”
After heating the pan up, Lennox pours the eggs into the skillet, scrambling them when it’s ready.
“I’ve always wanted to learn to really cook, but I’ve never had the time.”
“Sweetheart, I’ll teach you anything you want. We could do one new meal a week until you’re a seasoned pro, if you wish.”
“You’d do that?”
“Of course I would.”
“Declan doesn’t let me use the kitchen in the apartment anymore. You start one tiny fire, and suddenly you’re no longer allowed to cook.” He blows a raspberry playfully, turning back to the eggs. “Is it supposed to be like this?”
I look over his shoulder, shaking my head. “Did you mix them at all?” The eggs are a solid brick in the pan, and I chuckle at Lennox.
“I moved the whisk around on the top. Should I have scraped the bottom of the pan, too?”
“I’m starting to see how a little fire got started.”
We start over, breaking open new ones, which luckily get no shells in. I joke with Lennox the whole time, laughing at the fact he made a brick of eggs. He takes my jokes in stride, chuckling along with me as we make a fresh batch of fluffy eggs.
Once they’re finished, I place some onto my fork, bringing it up to Lennox’s mouth. “Take a bite.”
He opens his mouth wide, moaning loudly when his lips close around the eggs. “Wow, we did good.”
“You did good, sweetheart. We’ll have you making all different types of food in no time at all.”
He beams at me. “I can’t wait.”