22. Jensen
22
JENSEN
Today is Lennox’s last day of classes for the semester. He was stressed out about them, thinking he was going to fail and have to retake the entire course. Luckily, he just called to let me know he passed his final, which means he’ll officially get to move on to the next set of his coursework in the spring. Wanting to do something special for him, I ordered takeout from his favorite restaurant… and I might have a few ideas up my sleeve. It’s been a couple of weeks since Lennox lost his virginity. We took it slow for the first few days, but after that, his sexual appetite has really come out to play. Lennox has always been a sensual man, and we’d done plenty of things before we finally had penetrative sex, but now it’s out of this world. I haven’t even had another chance to have him fuck me, as he’s been fucking addicted to having my cock stretch him wide—which I’m not complaining about at all.
I glance at my watch, noting that Lennox will be back home any minute. The food is already sitting on the counter ready to go, and my gift is on the counter. There’s a jingle of the key at the door before Lennox’s shining face greets me.
“I’m done!” he squeals, rushing into the kitchen and jumping in my arms.
I squeeze him tightly, my grip on his ass to keeping him steady. “I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it.”
“Do I get a gift or something? You know, for finishing my classes.”
“Yeah, of course. I got you this.” I kiss him on the cheek, joking around with him, but Lennox smiles, his hand coming up to grip his face.
“Your kisses will always be the best gift.” I raise my eyebrow, calling him out on his bullshit. “But I also like things.”
I roll my eyes, then reach around and grab the gift bag I hid behind the pile of food. “Fine. Maybe I did get you something. But uh—it might also be a gift for me, too.”
“Ooh, a two-fer, huh? I can’t wait to see.” He takes the present from my hand and opens it, pulling the tissue paper out first. I’m not the best present wrapper, so I figured it was easier to shove it all into a bag and call it a day. I wait as his hand finds the fabric inside. He pulls out the gift that’s wrapped in a bright red bow. “What is it?”
“Open it.” His fingers undo the knot to the ribbon, as he takes his sweet time slowly opening it. After what feels like forever, he unfolds the black leather skirt I bought for him. “I uh—thought I could draw you in that. That way, you could see yourself as I do.”
When I was trying to figure out a gift for Lennox, I tried to think of any little thing he might want or like. I went to the closest mall, walking around for what seemed like hours before it finally hit me. The conversation I had weeks ago with Lennox flooded my mind about him loving skirts but not being comfortable enough to wear them on a typical day. But then he gained confidence in himself when he wore one for game night, which made me realize he needed a few more in his closet if he’s planning to wear them more often. Plus, I love seeing how beautiful he looks in his skirts.
“Oh my god, it’s perfect. This is gorgeous. Oh my god, look at the little gold stitching on it.” He turns it over, back and forth in his hands, his eyes lighting up as he places it in front of his body as though he’s trying it on.
“I know you went out of your comfort zone when you wore the other one around your friends at game night, so I figured I would add to your collection. You deserve to wear what you want when you want. Maybe if you have more in your closet, then I’ll be able to see you wear more around. If you feel like it, I mean.”
“Thank you so much. I was only joking about the gift, but now I’m so damn thankful you got me something. I’m going to put it on right away.”
I don’t know why I thought Lennox would go change in my bedroom. That’s not who he is. His eyes never leave mine as he unbuttons his jeans and shimmies them down his legs. He kicks them off to the side, then whips his shirt over his head, tossing it at me. I catch it, pulling it up to my face and inhaling. Lennox’s scent hits me full force—vanilla and lavender. I’ll never tire of smelling him. The mornings I wake up to his scent on my sheets are everything I never knew I needed. I assumed I was happy before, but I was only content. Seeing Lennox stand in front of me, a huge beaming smile on his face as he slides the skirt up his tan thighs, is true happiness.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You look absolutely breathtaking. I love seeing you in anything you wear, but the skirts always do it for me. The way it makes your legs appear long and lean. How when you bend over, it showcases your ass perfectly.”
“My ass is pretty perfect.”
Lennox turns around and bends over, letting me see his flawless ass cheeks surrounded by black lace under the skirt. I step closer to him, my hands coming out to play with his cheeks. He shakes his ass, making it bounce in my grasp. Lennox has the most impeccable butt. I can’t wait to get inside him again.
“Question number 18. Can I draw you? I want to sketch you.”
“Now?”
“Yeah, wearing the skirt. If that’s okay?”
“Damn, I would really love that. Where should we do it?”
I glance around the house, and my eyes land on the living room. “The couch would be good. But the lighting in here isn’t the best, so I’m going to go grab a lamp. Get yourself comfortable on the sofa and I’ll be right back.”
I hurry into my room, rummaging through the belongings in my closet until I come up with a lamp I bought a while ago. I don’t use it often, but sometimes I’ll go outside at night and draw, and it helps me to see things more clearly. And right now, I want to make sure I can view every inch of Lennox. After grabbing the lamp, I stride back into the living room, elated that Lennox did as I said. Even though he’s sassy and feisty, he still follows my directions so well. I’ve never met anyone who I connected with as much as I do with him. He keeps me on my toes, and at the same time, he surrenders to my commands.
I stop in my tracks, taking him in. He’s leaning back against the small throw pillows, his hair a wild mess from his fingers sifting through them. One of his legs is bent at the knee against the back of the couch, while the other is straight. I can’t help but stare as he drags a single finger down the middle of his chest, pausing to tweak his nipples. He’s wearing the skirt, but it’s flipped up enough that his black lace panties are peeking through, giving me the ultimate tease.
“Is this how you want me?” he rasps, twisting his nipples between his fingers again.
“That’s perfect. Just like that.”
I take hold of the chair in the corner of the room, dragging it in front of the couch. Once the lamp is set up, I mess with the pillows surrounding Lennox, making sure they’ll support him without getting in the way. With my notebook in one hand and my pencil in the other, I start sketching Lennox. I’ve never done this before, drawing someone like this. My hands shake as I want to make sure I capture Lennox in the perfect light.
“Oh my god, it’s like I’m having my own Titanic moment,” he whispers. I lift my head, locking eyes with him and smiling. “Draw me like one of your French boys, Jensen.” He giggles, a slight blush appearing on his chest and neck.
“Stay still and don’t move. If you’re a good boy, I’ll fuck you over the back of the couch in your skirt.”
“Damn, you sure know how to incentivize me.” He fans himself playfully before putting on a serious face and relaxing his body.
I take my time detailing every inch of Lennox’s form. I sculpt the little abs he has on his stomach, plus the slight happy trail that leads to his lean cock currently covered by lace. I probably spend a few more minutes sketching his panties than necessary, but I want to make sure I get it right. After drawing the shadowing on his body, I put the rest of my focus on getting his face done. I start with his eyes and nose before moving on to his mouth. The final thing I draw is the small mole above his lip that captivated me a couple of months ago.
“Finally finished. What do you think?” I turn the notebook around to show Lennox, who sits up quickly, his hand flying to his chest as he gasps loudly.
“Holy shit, is that what I look like?” He’s staring at it wide-eyed, and I’m hoping he loves it as much as I do. “I look amazing. Look at how you drew my body. Damn, I’d fuck me. Well, not literally, but you know what I mean.” He snickers, grabbing the notebook from my hand. “Can we frame this? I want to keep it safe and close to me. I’ve never done anything like this before. Thank you.” His hushed voice is awed as he continues staring at the drawing.
“I’ve never drawn someone naked before. I want it framed and hung on my wall.”
“On your wall?” He turns to me, still wide-eyed, and I chuckle at his scandalized expression.
“In my bedroom, of course. I don’t think you want your whole body on display for everyone to see.”
“I mean, sometimes I do, but this I only want for you.”
I move closer to Lennox, taking up the spot next to him on the couch. “Come here.” Lennox places the drawing on the coffee table before turning around and straddling my lap. Running my hands up and down his arms, I pull his body against mine.
“Seeing you on display for me has me so damn horny right now. Are you going to let me in your hole, sweetheart? Let me fuck you so thoroughly, you’ll be screaming my name?”
“Hell yes. I was trying to be a good boy and let you draw me, but all I could think about was you bending me over the back of the couch and having your way with me. I know how much you love my ass.”
He wiggles said ass on my lap, giggling when I hold on to him tightly to keep him in place. “Go get the condom and lube from my room. Take off the panties, but leave the skirt on.”
“Okay.”
Lennox hops off me and disappears down the hallway before returning a few seconds later with the supplies. He bypasses me and heads straight to the end of the couch. I stand up, chuckling as I follow him, knowing how badly he needs to feel me right now. Lennox leans over the back of the couch, flipping his skirt up and presenting his ass to me. I stand behind him, waiting to see what he does next. I’m not disappointed when I notice his lube-slicked fingers finding their way toward his greedy hole. He spreads his legs wide as he inserts two digits. Ever since the first time we had penetrative sex, it’s only gotten better. Lennox and I have found our groove and what we both need and want from the other. He’s able to keep up with me and I give him the tenderness when he desires it or the roughness when he craves that.
I gaze at him while he works himself open for me. He grinds against the back of the couch and I take that as my cue to step in.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” I ask, trailing my fingers up his spine. His back arches at my touch, craving to have my hands on him.
“I need you to fuck me. Take me apart and then put me back together. Ravish my body, the way only you know how to.”
“Do you know how insatiable it makes me feel, knowing I’m the only man who’s ever been inside you?” I lean down, grabbing hold of his chin and turning his face to me. “I’m planning on being the only man who’ll ever be inside you,” I whisper before planting a rough kiss on his lips.
Lennox whimpers into my mouth, trying to chase my lips when I pull away. “Please fuck me, Jensen. I need it. So damn badly.”
“I got you, sweetheart. Don’t worry.” I pick up the bottle of lube from the couch, pouring a ton onto my fingers. I push on Lennox’s back, forcing him to bend more over the furniture. “Don’t move.” Kneeling behind him, I spread his cheeks wide, the lube glistening on his rim. I watch as it opens and closes, trying to grab hold of something. “Fuck, look at how pretty this hole is. And so damn hungry for me. You want me to stuff you so full, don’t you? Want me to ram my cock in you so far you feel me in your stomach? Is that what you need?”
“Yes,” Lennox pants, humping into the back of the couch. Thank god I have leather couches or that would be hell to clean.
I kiss from the back of his knee up to under his butt. I take my time worshiping his ass, kissing all over his cheeks and up and down his thighs. Once he’s had enough of my teasing, I stand up, rolling the condom on. “We’re going to go get tested this week. We’ll go together. I don’t want to have the barrier between us anymore.”
“Whatever you want,” he pants, arching his back toward my face. “Please fuck me, Jensen.”
“I love hearing you beg, sweetheart.”
I place my cock at his entrance, grabbing hold of his shoulder for leverage. I slowly push in, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at how tight he is. I slide into the hilt before pausing and placing gentle kisses along his back. My hands find the skirt, rubbing the fabric between my fingers.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you in a skirt for so long. You look so pretty, sweetheart. Your lean legs in this skirt, body flushed red from being so damned turned on. Fuck, I love having my cock inside you. Stretching you wide, making you mine.” I slap his ass, the cheeks jiggling against my shaft. “God, I can’t get over the feeling of that. Me inside you. Take this dick, sweetheart.” I lean forward, kissing up his neck. “You love how good I fuck you, don’t you, Lennox? That’s why you waited for me. Because you knew no one would be able to take you apart and fuck you as well as I can. No one would have been able to have you screaming and panting like my cock can. Isn’t that right, sweetheart? You’re only a dirty little slut for me. Only I get to see you this way, horny and aching, begging for me to give you an orgasm.” I strike his ass again as I pound into him.
Lennox is a mess of whimpers and panting, with no coherent words able to leave his lips. I push on his shoulders, so he is bent beautifully over the back of the couch as I continue thrusting. “God, you’re strangling my cock so good. You’re so damn tight, Lennox. Damn, you’re such a whore for my dick, sweetheart. I love hearing the whimpering sounds you make as you get fucked. I wish there wasn’t a condom between us. I want to fill you full of my cum. Watch as it drips down your legs under the skirt.”
“Ohhh,” he moans, fucking himself back onto my length.
I flip his skirt up so I can see his gorgeous ass. I slow my thrusting, staring as my dick enters his hole. The sight is extraordinary. The way his hole greedily takes my thick cock with no resistance. How my body connects with his. I retreat, watching as his hole opens and closes, looking for my cock. I lean down behind him, fucking his hole with my tongue. I pull back, spitting on his rim again before I dive back in, eating him out. Lennox mewls loudly, fucking onto my face. I spit one more time before standing up and ramming into him. I take hold of his hips, right under the skirt, losing myself in his hole.
“Don’t come,” I growl. “I want you to come down my throat after I’m done. Can you do that, sweetheart? Can you wait for me to finish and then feed me your cum?”
“Yes,” he breathes, his hand finding his shaft as he strokes.
I tighten my grip on his hips as I continue thrusting into Lennox. After a few seconds, I fill up the condom, groaning loudly as I find my orgasm. I pull out of him, falling to my knees again as I slap his ass. “Turn around, sweetheart, and feed me your cock.”
Lennox follows my command, not wasting any time as he shoves his dick into my mouth. One hand grips my head, while the other rubs my jawline.
“Fuck, Jensen. I love seeing my dick between your lush lips.” He pushes me down again, forcing his cock to the back of my throat. “I’m so close. Please do that thing with your tongue.” He begs.
I pull off his length, lapping at the slit with my tongue before rolling it all around his shaft. I lick from his balls to the tip before sucking him down my throat once more.
“Yes, just like that.”
With his hand on my head, he thrusts wildly, a burst of precum pooling on my tongue. The small taste of Lennox is not enough. I need more. I double down, hollowing my cheeks, needing him to come. Lennox’s body tenses before he floods my mouth. I suck him down eagerly, not wasting a single drop.
He falls onto me, and I press him to my heart, holding him tightly.
“I can’t believe I almost spent my whole life without realizing things could be this way.”
“What way?” Lennox asks, snuggling into my chest.
“True happiness. Loving someone and being loved in return. If I hadn’t gone to the party that night, this may never have happened. It’s a wild thought, realizing that we might never have found our way to one another.”
“I’d like to think this would have transpired, eventually. Maybe it was fate. We were always meant to be together; it just had to be the right time, and the right place. Our moment wasn’t before, but it’s now.”
“I’ve decided to go back to school. Not to switch my job or anything. But take a few art classes and improve my skills. You brought out so much more in me, Lennox. My happiness, who I am as a person, my artwork. How willing you are to try new things…dancing at the club, learning to cook, wearing your skirts in public. It makes me want to do the same. I thought maybe I would take some drawing classes and eventually experiment with some new mediums. Possibly paint or clay. The options are limitless.”
“I love that. I can’t wait to see what else you do with your skills. But I’d like to think we’ve brought out the best in each other.”
Lennox leans up to kiss me, and I grab hold of his head, holding him in place. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”