26. Jimmy
Jimmy
W ell on his way, Sutton had said.
Fucking hell, I was done for, because yeah. I’d loved the chief since forever ago.
Sutton ordered me to stay put when he parked in front of his house, and I watched him circle the front of his Bronco to open my door like the fairy tale prince he was. Apparently, the time for talking was over.
He held my hand while walking me to his front door. In silence, he knelt to take off my shoes in the entryway. Laced his fingers through mine again to lead me to his bedroom, where he dimmed the lights to a romantic setting.
Shivers slid down my spine, my pulse racing beneath skin that felt exposed even though clothing covered my body.
Our heightening breaths sounded loud in the stillness, a sense of peacefulness surrounding me even though sexual tension raised the hairs on my arms.
Holding my gaze, Sutton brushed my wavy locks back, cradling my head in his hands. He stared at my mouth.
Old me would have flicked out his tongue to entice the man into finally kissing my lips, but I refrained, showing him I really could be a good boy for him. That I would attempt honesty as he’d requested in every way between us.
I wanted him desperately, but I could be patient and allow him to take charge and love on me however he wished. There was no doubt in my heart that he would give me everything I needed and more.
“So beautiful,” he mused, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip to the ring in the corner. “Pillowy soft—pouty. Been dreaming about this mouth for years.” A shuddered sigh panted his exhale over my face. “I’ve never kissed a man before.”
Pre-cum seeped from my slit as my dick attempted to buck from its lace and denim prison. I would be his first kiss. His first fuck.
I, Jimmy Riley, would own those parts of Sutton.
My throat tightened, eyes growing wet over the gifts he wished to give me.
Sutton’s gaze lifted, searching my face, a slight frown marring his brow. “You okay?”
“Better than.” I breathed the words, my smile trembling.
He tugged on my lower lip. “Jimmy…” He snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him before grasping the back of my neck. “Hold still. Let me taste this luscious mouth.”
Swoon. Fucking. City.
My knees went weak as he closed the distance between us, and I whimpered at the press of his lips against mine. We both panted, and being a good boy, I didn’t move. Soft, gentle kisses peppered over my slightly parted lips from corner to corner, his tongue flicking over my piercing.
A low rumble in his chest caused my already thrumming pulse to throb in time with the ache in my balls.
He suckled on my lower lip, drawing it into his mouth, his tongue soothing over my flesh.
Weak knees caused me to sag against him, and I clung to his shirt with a death grip. Our hard dicks pressed tight, and I fought my lust to grind all over him like the needy whore I was?—
No.
Sutton found me worthy enough to bring me into his bedroom, and I would not allow echoes from the past to take me out of the moment.
He slid his tongue into my mouth, exploring and tasting. Probing. Licking and sucking however the fuck he desired, and I let him carry me away from the shit in my head. Sutton had owned me since my teenage years, and almost a decade of needing this intimacy with him had finally come to fruition.
A slow retreat, a chaste press of his lips to my lip ring, and Sutton stepped back.
I whimpered, trying to chase after him because I wanted my tongue on that incisor, goddammit, but he held my upper arms in a firm grip.
“Stay still.”
Swallowing hard, I stared up at him, nodding, hands dropping to my sides.
“Let me unwrap the gift of you,” he murmured, gaze sliding down over me from the throbbing pulse in my neck to my toes curled from his kiss.
Butterflies fluttered in my chest causing a whine to rise up my throat.
“I’ve got you, baby boy.”
I trusted him.
He gathered the edge of my shirt and tugged upward, encouraging me to lift my arms so he could strip my torso bare. A low groan rumbled in his chest as the material dropped to the floor, and he palmed my pecs.
“Love these,” he murmured, thumbing over the rings in my nipples. He leaned down and licked, flicking the metal with his tongue as he’d done with the piercing in my lower lip.
I hissed, my balls tightening against my groin. “Keep at it, and I’ll come from that alone,” I warned.
One of his brows lifted as he peered at me. “Seriously?”
“Fuck yeah,” I breathed. “Super sensitive there.”
“I’ll remember that for next time.” Sutton knelt—fucking got on his knees.
For me.
A worthless worm so goddamned far beneath his station?—
A sob caught in my throat, and I bit my lip to keep tears from slipping over my cheeks.
“Jimmy?” he questioned, looking up to study my face.
Swallowing hard, I nodded.
Sutton gripped my hips as though aware I needed to be grounded. “I want you,” he declared, attempting to right all the wrongs in my head.
“Want you too, Chief,” I whispered, my smile wobbling.
He might not be experienced with men, but Sutton knew how to open my jeans with deft fingers and slide the denim down my legs like he was putting on a striptease for me . His gaze never left my lace-covered cock while stripping my lower half, one leg then the other, socks and all.
“Jimmy,” he murmured and nuzzled his face against my damp panties, breathing me in. “You smell delicious. My damned mouth is watering.” He ran his hands up my thighs. “You shave your legs?” he asked, peering up at me again, pupils now dominating the hazel of his irises.
Lust hit me low, causing my dick to leak. “I’ve waxed my entire body so many times that hardly any hair grows anymore.”
“Satiny smooth,” he murmured, touching me from knees to waist but not where I needed him most. “Turn around.”
I did as told.
“Jesus.” Sutton gulped while lifting my cheeks and squeezing them. “I hope you own stock in these lacy boy shorts because holy fucking shit, do you make them look good.”
I twerked my backside in his face—couldn’t help myself.
He groaned and slid my panties down. Warm exhales ghosted over my cheeks, causing goose bumps to lift along my legs as he removed the scrap of wet material from my body.
Soft kisses pressed against each globe before he spread them wide.
“Of course you’re beautiful here as well. Pink and pretty.” Warm wetness laved over my pucker, and I gasped, falling forward to grab the edge of the bed.
“Fuck, boy.” Sutton grasped my cheeks and kneaded. “You’re gorgeous like this, bent over for me.”
“Please,” I croaked, trying to hold still and not shake my ass to encourage his exploration.
He gave me what I wanted as though knowing my mind yet again, long licks and probing tongue, flicking over my guiche piercing. Nibbling and sucking at my tender flesh until saliva dripped off my balls.
“Sutton— please ,” I begged, whimpering like the needy little?—
He swatted my right cheek enough I flinched, the damned word I hated ripped from my thoughts. My dick loved the impact of his palm, even more pre-cum oozing from my shaft. Sutton yanked the comforter off the bed, tapping my backside a little more gently. “Up you go.”
I crawled on shaking limbs and put my ass on display with spread thighs, chest on the mattress. Heartbeat pounding in my ears, I struggled to expand my lungs, fingers gripping the sheet beneath me.
Sutton hummed in appreciation at the sight I made with the deep arch in my spine like a cat in heat.
“While you look like an absolute treat like that, I want to see your eyes when I fill your hole with my cock.”
“Fuck. Yes.” I spun and flopped before grabbing the backs of my knees and pulling them to them to my chest.
“Such a good boy,” Sutton murmured, his focus on my hole, hand squeezing his bulge.
Those words .
My heart fluttered.
“Lube up and shove that perfect dick inside me, Chief,” I demanded, breathless for what only he could give me.
Sutton slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his wide shoulders. Then he unbuckled his belt and jeans before sliding them to the floor and kicking them off. He stroked himself while peering at me in heady, thick silence that made my blood burn.
I clenched, winking my hole in attempt to get him moving and that perfect dick so far up my ass I could taste him in the back of my throat.
He groaned, shaking his head. “The things you do to me.”
“I’m so empty—fill me up, Sutton. Need you.” Zero trace of manipulation coated my pleadings. I simply spoke the truth.
His gaze darkened, and my dick tapped against my taut belly, ready to erupt the second he slid inside me. “Don’t move.”
I stayed put, lips parted as I panted, my skin hot and flushed.
Sutton rounded the bed, retrieved lube from the side table, and climbed between my spread thighs.
I bit my lower lip to stop from begging and whining for him to fuck me already.
He seemed intent on drawing this out, and I wasn’t about to mess up his first time by taking over when he wanted to love on my body all night long. Smoothing his hands from the backs of my knees to where my legs met my groin, he hummed.
“Perfection.”
Words of denial rose up, but I clamped my lips shut to stop myself from ruining the moment.
As though sensing my mind’s too active state, Sutton lifted his focus to my eyes.
We stared at each other as he rubbed his thumbs up and down my taint, toying with my piercing. “Will you tell me how to make you feel good?”
I huffed a small laugh. “Just being here with you is like heaven, Sutton. You could get halfway in my ass, blow your load early, and it would still be the fuck of my life because it’s you .”
“I’m going to make this last, and I promise you’ll be wrung out and wasted once I’m done with you.” Sutton’s declaration made my heart race. “The best thing about being my age is I’ve got stamina, boy, so hold on tight.”
He settled on his stomach and licked from my pucker to my leaking slit, growling. “I could eat this ass all night long.”
I choked on a moan that abruptly cut off when he shoved his tongue into my hole. “Oh God—fuck!” Clutching at the backs of my thighs, I tried to fuck myself on his probing flesh, but he clamped his hands atop mine and held me still.
He rimmed me for what felt like hours, slurping and groaning over how much he loved the musky sweet scent of my groin, the smooth, hairless skin he glided his tongue over.
Once he closed his mouth around my cockhead, I was half out of my mind, delirious with desire, my balls tight and ready to erupt.
“S-Sutton,” I gasped, finally grasping at his hair. “Too close.”
He hummed around my length, playing with my goddamned piercing, his other fingertips trailing over my saliva-soaked pucker.
I tapped on his head when he ignored my warning. “You’re gonna make me come.”
Pressure—a finger slid knuckle deep into my ass.
“Fuck!” I convulsed, cum shooting up my shaft and onto Sutton’s waiting tongue.
He swallowed, seemingly unconcerned about having a mouthful of bitter spunk. The man sucked. Me. Dry. Rubbed over my prostate he’d managed to locate, enticing me to give him every last spurt I had.
“God.” I groaned, swallowing hard and gulping oxygen while going limp. My skin tingled as I lay spent, and euphoria lacing my system caused a grin to etch on my face.
Sutton slid his finger free and took another long taste of me from hole to slit.
“Fuck.” I shuddered, a little too sensitive. He grasped my shaft and gently squeezed, attempting to rouse me to life again. “Need a minute.” I groaned as he tugged on the ring below my sac. “Sutton.”
“Hmm?” He shifted upward, planked on an elbow, half-atop me while working my dick. His lips were swollen and red from the meal he’d made of me, and I clasped his whiskered jaw in my hands, tugging his face down. He smelled like me, and I whimpered.
“Kiss me.”
He did.
Lazily and thoroughly, every gentle stroke of his musk-laced tongue inside my mouth shifting blood back to my groin.
And this time?
I didn’t stay passive, letting him explore. Sliding my tongue between his lips earned me a groan from his chest, and I licked over that tooth that had always intrigued me, a reminder that no man was perfect, no matter how much he appeared to be.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured against my mouth, and my chest swelled, flying like a kite.
But I didn’t fear the crash and burn this time.
I clung to him and wrapped my legs tight around his hips, forcing his hand from my dick.
Sutton gave me his weight, sliding his arms beneath my shoulders and holding me while we exchanged exhales and slow, searching kisses. His hard cock pressed against my taint, and I moved, grinding myself against him.
His saliva had wet my pucker enough that if I could only scoot just so…get his tip against my entrance…
“Ung.” I groaned along with him, bearing down to let him in—but he didn’t push. Simply rested his thick cockhead against my hole.
A slow leaked exhale left his lips as he pressed his forehead against mine. “Lube.”
“Don’t need it,” I assured him, but Sutton backed off, grabbing the bottle from where he’d set it on the mattress by my hip.
“You might enjoy the sting of being fucked without lube, but I want you wet. Soaked and so slick that I can sink into you without marring your beautiful face with a grimace.”
My throat tightened, and I nodded, watching him as he dribbled lube onto his fingers. He circled my hole with two before pressing. Both digits eased in without difficulty, and yeah, he was right. Lube was the better option.
He gathered my shaft in his hand again while stretching me open, gentle, slow glides when I was at my wit’s end again already. Biting my tongue, I let him have his fun as he added a third finger and eventually toyed along my stretched rim with his pinkie, teasing the hell out of me.
“Put it in.” I pushed against him to prove myself capable of taking whatever he would give me.
“Mmm.” He leaned down and kissed atop my heart but didn’t penetrate me further. “Some other time. Need inside your little hole, Jimmy. Want to feel this heat swallowing my dick,” he murmured stroking over my prostate.
“Fuck, Sutton— please !” I undulated, fucking myself on his thick fingers.
He sat back and slowly withdrew from my ass, leaving me empty.
I whimpered, and he made shushing noises while soaking his shaft with lube.
Flutters attacked my chest like a million butterflies, and I panted, licking over my lips to ease the dryness.
Shifting atop me once more, Sutton held the base of his dick and lined up as I clutched at his ass with my heels. “Okay?” he whispered, pupils blown but full of concern.
This dear, sweet man.
I pulled him closer, holding his face again so he could clearly see the truth in my eyes. “Yes.”
He pressed in, filling my ass, my heart, and my soul, with one slow glide that felt like coming home.