Chapter 27
Twenty-Seven
Jason
The next time Victor exhales, I press my thumb against his entrance and keep pressing until it slips inside.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Just like that.”
I watch his face for any sign of discomfort while I press slowly into him as far as I can go. His eyes are moving under his closed lids but he has a soft smile on his face. I keep my thumb still and roll my fingers over his balls. He’s tight around my thumb and so warm.
When his hips lift a bit off the pillow underneath him, I take that as a sign to slowly withdraw my thumb until only the tip is inside him, then press forward again.
It only takes a few gentle pushes before he loosens up a little.
I keep fondling his balls while fingering—thumbing?
—him and his breath starts coming a little faster.
On the next push in, I press upward with my thumb and Victor sucks in a hard breath, then groans.
“More?” I ask.
“Yes, please. Two fingers now.” The muscles in his arms stand out as his hands flex and grip the headboard. He’s keeping his eyes closed still, though.
I withdraw my thumb, coat my first two fingers with more lube, and smear another dollop around his hole. His cock jumps and a bead of fluid wells up and slides down his length. When I position my fingers against his entrance, there’s more resistance, but Victor sighs and I slowly push inside.
When I can go no further, I lever myself up with my other hand and drape myself over Victor’s body. I plant my forearm on the outside of his arm, both still holding onto the headboard. “How did I know this would be so good?” I murmur into his ear.
My thighs are wedged between his, one of them providing added leverage behind the fingers inside him, and his cock is a hard length between us.
“Fuck me and see how much better it gets,” Victor says. He turns his head and kisses the first part of my face his lips touch. I catch his lips and thrust my tongue into his mouth while stroking over and over his prostate. Victor kisses back just as vigorously.
Until he breaks it off and turns his face into my neck, gasping. His arms are shaking, the headboard rattling in his hands, and his body shudders. I step up the pace of my massaging fingers. “That’s it, babe. Come for me.”
“Oh, fuck,” he moans. “Jason, please. Don’t make me come like this.”
I slow my fingers down. “No? How would you rather I make you come?”
He’s panting and quivering and I stop actively trying to make him come, but I’m not going to let him get away without telling me what he needs. “Come on, babe. You know you can have anything.”
“For fuck’s sake, Jason, please, for the love of fucking Christ, fuck me with your goddamn dick.”
“Language,” I tut at him, but I can’t help chuckling a little. I suppose blasphemy is understandable, considering the position I’ve put him in.
I withdraw my fingers and stretch over him to reach the condom.
My fingers shake as I tear the wrapper and pinch the condom’s tip.
It’s been ages since I’ve used a condom, and I’m so turned on I’m a little worried I might come from touching myself the minimal amount I need to roll the damned thing on.
Hopefully, the latex will reduce sensation enough that I won’t blow before I get all the way inside Victor.
Because as much as I want to make him come, I want this to last as long as possible.
I slick up with more lube and line up against his entrance.
I’m shaking as I press forward. I’m no longer thinking about any of my prior experiences, not with Leah or even with Victor.
My senses have tunneled down to what’s before me.
Victor spread out underneath me, the sweat springing up on his chest, the muscles in his arms straining.
He sucks in a deep breath and his heels dig into the mattress on either side of my hips.
That slight adjustment in the angle is what does it. I watch with reverence as my cock disappears inch by inch inside him. When I fill him all the way, I drape myself over him and plant an elbow on the bed next to his head. “Look at me.”
Victor blinks his eyes open. His pupils are dilated and I angle my head in front of his face so the lamplight doesn’t shine into his eyes. He looks as shattered as I feel. “Victor, I…” I stop before I can finish the sentence.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “You don’t have to say anything.”
I don’t even know what I was going to say. What I feel for Victor is nothing like what I felt for Leah. It’s not better or deeper; it’s just different.
It might be as intense, though.
I kiss him instead of speaking. He kisses back with an intensity that borders on mania. Like he’s a drowning man and I’m the only thing he has to hold on to.
When he breaks off the kiss, he’s panting, flushed and sweating. “Pull out and add more lube. Then fuck me hard.”
I do as he requests. My fingers shake so much it’s hard to grasp the bottle.
I finally manage to squeeze a huge glob of lube out and smear it all around my cock and his rim.
There’s an obscene squelch when I push back into him, and when Victor chuckles at the sound, I can feel him around me.
Then I put my hand on his stomach and I swear I can feel my cock moving inside him.
“You’re so gorgeous like this.” I pull out carefully, then push back in. Victor’s back arches off the bed, his hands still gripping the headboard. In a minute, I’m going to let him let go but right now, I’m enjoying how he looks, spread out for me, hanging on while I fuck him.
“Harder, Jason. Please.”
“At your service, babe,” I murmur. I plant my hands on the bed, curl over him, and shove into him, hard. Victor grunts, and grunts again at the next thrust. I plunge in and out of him, each hard thrust punctuated by a deep grunt from Victor.
His eyes have fallen closed again and I let mine close, too, my focus narrowing down to the hot squeeze around my cock, the sound of my balls slapping against his skin, and the noises Victor’s making.
“Say my name,” I gasp.
“Jason,” Victor pants. “Jesus, Jason, you feel so good.”
“No, the name only you use.” Mother of Mercy, I am so close.
“Jay.” It’s the longest, most drawn-out, moan of the nickname I hate from anyone’s lips but Victor’s, and it’s what pushes me over the edge.
It must do the same for Victor, because while I’m grinding my pelvis against him, white sparks flashing behind my eyes, Victor comes with a roar. He shoots long lines of white, his cock entirely untouched, and I unload just as much inside him. “Jay,” he moans again.
I collapse on top of him, my arms no longer able to bear any weight. “Victor.” I kiss whatever patch of skin is directly underneath my lips, somewhere south of a nipple. “Babe.” There’s more I want to say to him, but I’m not ready yet. “That was…”
He chuckles, and the movement of his chest dislodges my lips. “Yeah. It was.” He lets go of the headboard, shakes out his hands, and wraps his arms around me, then rolls us so we’re lying on our sides, facing each other.
My cock is softening inside him and I’ll need to deal with the condom in a minute here, but I bring my hand up and smooth some damp strands of hair back from his temple. “Leah used to say that simultaneous orgasms were a thing only in romance novels.”
Victor smiles. “She did? Does that make us book boyfriends, then?”
I snort. “I don’t think that’s what that phrase means.”
“No?” He kisses my nose, then my cheeks on either side of my nose, then my lips, and then I forget what we were talking about for several minutes.
By the time we surface for air, my cock has slipped out and I reach for the condom rim.
I pull it off, tie it, and lever myself out of bed to dispose of it in the bathroom trash, then wash up.
I bring Victor a warm, wet washcloth and let him tidy himself up.
When he’s done, I straighten the disarrayed bedclothes, tuck them around Victor’s hips, and perch on the side of the bed.
“Speaking of boyfriends,” I start.