27. Sutton
Sutton
T his.
Right.
Here.
I groaned, forehead against Jimmy’s, luxuriating in how well he fit around me, how perfectly his body had welcomed me. Tight heat sucked at my granite-like cock as he clenched and released around my shaft.
While finally being inside him had my instincts roaring to fuck and mark him with my cum, I’d waited too long. Wanted to draw out this moment, make it last. Physically being one with Jimmy after fantasizing and dreaming about him for the past couple of years soothed me as much as it excited me.
I could sink my cells into his, become a single entity with him, and I wouldn’t feel close enough to the sweet boy trembling beneath me. His hot skin rubbed against mine as he wiggled in attempt to make me move.
“Sutton— please . Fuck me already,” he begged, fingernails digging into my shoulders.
Flicking my tongue over his lower lip, I finally backed out, then rocked forward again while licking into his mouth.
He groaned and shuddered.
“We’ve only just begun, sweet boy of mine,” I murmured with a chuckle against his panting lips.
A sob ripped from his chest, and I clutched him tighter, gently loving on him with all my body, with every thought focused on showing him how special he was, how desired and appreciated.
He cried as I gently thrust in and out of his slick warmth, kissing the tears off his cheeks. “So good for me, Jimmy. Beautiful. Perfect boy.” My whispered words caused more salty droplets for me to lick from his flushed skin.
Lust demanded I spur us onward toward completion, but I reveled in the act of slow lovemaking, the type of intensity where emotions ran high and drew us together. Connected our hearts as firmly as it did our bodies.
I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his, burying my cock deep in his greedy clutches. “Never knew it could be this way.”
“Need you, Sutton,” he croaked, pressing his face in my neck, clinging to me.
“I’ve got you, baby. Always. Promise.” Lifting onto my knees caused his hips to angle upward, and I added a snap to my hips I’d been holding back.
“Yes,” he hissed, his heels clenching my backside, ass spasming around my girth. “Right there—Jesus, Sutton—right the fuck there.”
I repeated the motion, watching his face.
A gorgeous grimace of the best kind of pain marred his brow. “Again.”
I gave my boy what he needed, thrusting against his prostate until he shuddered beneath me.
He gasped, blinking up at me. Wonder filled his eyes, baby blues darkened with desire. “You’re gonna make me come untouched, Sutton. Oh God—don’t stop.”
“Never.” Our gazes held, the connection between us deeper than anything physical. “Soak us both?—”
Whines rose past his lips as his dick throbbed, spurting wetness.
“Fuck yeah, just like that,” I crooned, grinding against his prostate as his hole pulsed around me, creating a sticky mess between our stomachs. “So good for me, baby boy.”
He shuddered, gulping and whimpering until the milking around my cock ceased.
“Fuck yes.” I thrust hard a few more times to make sure his balls emptied.
“Sutton,” he murmured, his grasp on my body relaxing.
Pulling out, I placed us both on our sides, tugged him against me, and slid my dick back home where it belonged.
He groaned, clasping his hand on mine atop his lower belly. “You’re gonna kill me,” he complained.
I hummed an agreement, nuzzling against his hair, kissing his neck. “You’re going to give me another before I’m done.”
Jimmy whimpered, shaking his head. “You already wore me out.”
“One more, baby—I believe in you.” I took his soft cock in hand, chuckling when he tried to escape me. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
“Never!” He grabbed hold of my wrist, keeping my hand on his dick even though he had to be sensitive as hell. “Never. Don’t ever stop.”
I loved on my boy, whispered against his ear how perfect he was for me, how much he pleased me—how badly I needed him, slowly coaxing his shaft to hardness again.
“Arch for me,” I said, “help me stroke into you just right.”
Jimmy obeyed, shifting slightly, and—yep. That was the spot.
His low groan, the shudder that rippled over his sweat-slickened skin, told me I’d hit the bullseye.
I gave over to lust, rutting rather than holding back this time.
“S-Sutton!” He cried out, my slamming hips causing him to stutter.
Grasping hold of his waist, I rolled him onto his belly and fucked him into the mattress.
“Yes. Oh God, your dick—perfect. Want to marry it.” He continued to whimper gibberish while clutching at the sheets beneath him, head to the side, panting for breath.
Pink flushed his cheeks, his lips swollen from being bitten and sucked on.
He was beyond beautiful.
And finally mine?—
My balls spasmed, and I thrust deep, burying my face in his neck as I did my shaft in his decadent heat.
He cried out beneath me, his hole clenching around my dick in pulsing tugs.
Spurts of heat shot through my dick, coating his insides, claiming him.
“Jimmy,” I murmured against his slick skin before suckling and marking him outside as well.
The seed I’d been storing up for days eventually ran dry, and I rolled onto my side, keeping him against me, my dick still buried in his ass.
We lay silent while catching our breath, our heartbeats slowing. A sense of pride welled inside me for having accomplished what I’d set out to do—wear Jimmy’s ass out until he turned pliant.
A mess of wet and tangled sheets rumpled around us, but I couldn’t be bothered to separate our bodies and clean either of us up for a proper spooning. I’d gotten Jimmy right where I wanted him, and I wasn’t yet ready to let him go.
Arms wrapped around his torso, I squeezed him tight.
A shuddering sigh rippled through his frame as he laced his fingers with mine atop his heart. “Hold me forever?”
“Anything for you, Jimmy.”
I blinked myself back to awareness to find Jimmy breathing heavy in my arms where I’d tucked him.
I had no clue what time it was, but the tip of my dick remained lodged in his ass as though reluctant to leave his wet warmth, same as I was the bed I vowed to myself we would share from here until death parted us.
The sweat between us had dried, so I assumed we’d slept for a while.
Having been roused to wakefulness also sent blood to my groin cradled by his plump ass cheeks.
Could he be any more delectable?
A hint of his musk coated my tongue, and I ground my hips against him, coaxing my semi deeper into his stretched-out hole.
I hissed, holding still while my dick thickened, the growth of my erection pushing into his guts. Rolling my hips brought me to full mast, and I groaned, biting where his shoulder met his neck.
Jimmy shivered and let out a pleased sigh, reaching back to grasp my hip. “Fill me up again, Chief. Want another load in my ass so I leak all day long.”
“Jesus, Jimmy.” His sleepy yet sassy tone was a shot of adrenaline to my bloodstream, his hole clenching around my shaft the perfect enticement.
And I thought I’d caught feelings on our first go-round.
There was nothing better than waking up with my dick tucked in heaven, having that part of my body make itself at home in his body while we’d slept.
I gave my boy what he’d asked for, managing to coax a few more spurts of cum from his balls along with mine.
We both groaned once finished, our bodies sweaty and sticky as fuck.
Somehow, I managed to get him into the shower, washed his exhausted form from head to toes, making quick work ridding my own skin of the evidence of our lovemaking before climbing out.
He stood still and allowed me to dry him then swayed in place while I stripped the bed and remade it as quickly as possible.
We collapsed onto the mattress, and I pulled the comforter high around his chin as he snuggled against my chest.
He sighed, rubbing his face against my pecs. “Love that you’re hairy.”
“Love that you’re not.”
We cuddled in silence, and I expected us both to pass out, but his exhales remained steady, my fingertips trailing over his spine.
I shifted, sliding one of my legs between his so his soft cock and balls rested against my thigh.
He huffed an exhale. “My dad called me a whore after I got caught with that boy under the bleachers. I went on to prove him right.”
I frowned wondering where the hell that thought had come from. “Don’t say that shit about yourself.”
“It’s true.”
“Fuck that.” I pulled him away from my chest so I could search out his eyes in the dimmed bedroom. “You did what you had to survive, and I won’t ever judge you for that.”
I could feel Jimmy’s stare more than I could see his baby blues latched onto my face. “You really don’t care that I’ve been passed around from bed to bed, used and discarded?”
“Nope.” I yanked him back where he belonged, nuzzling against his hair. “You’re sassy and sweet, bold and beautiful. There’s a treasure beneath that facade you wear to protect yourself, and I’m enamored over the idea of rooting out every single facet of who you are.”
Jimmy clung to me. “Could you be any more perfect?”
I had my flaws and plenty of them, but I kept silent, allowing Jimmy to believe whatever he wanted for the time being. We both needed to sleep.
Talking could wait.
Closing my eyes, I gave over to the exhaustion from making love and fucking with the small respite in between of what had only been an hour, according to the clock.
In the morning, I woke to find either Jimmy or I had moved during the night. I sprawled on my side facing him, same as he did with me, but space now lay between us. While I hated the distance of those few inches, I wasn’t yet ready to disturb his rest.
Besides, he looked like an angel in the morning light pouring through the blinds. Glints of gold shone in his mussed hair, cheeks still pink from the night before, parted lips letting out tiny puffs of air with each exhale deflating his chest.
The comforter rested along his waist, allowing me an unhindered sight of the metal rings through his pink nipples.
My mouth watered for a taste, but I continued my perusal of his smooth, pale skin, noting the purplish bruise I’d left on his neck.
A slow smirk curled my lips, and I couldn’t help myself. Had to brush a fingertip over my mark on him.
He was my sweet angel while asleep—but a devil when awake.
I loved how Jimmy kept me young and on my toes.
Being in my early forties had played into my favor last night, allowing me to outlast and bring Jimmy pleasure three times before I’d found mine.
Life stirred between my thighs as my mind replayed loving on him—his ass especially. Yet another first of mine he owned.
“You’re staring,” he murmured, a soft smile curving his lips even though his eyes remained closed.
“Damned right I am.” I reached around his trim body to grasp his plump ass and tugged him closer, kissing his forehead.
He nuzzled my neck and snuggled lower, rubbing his face against my hairy chest.
My heart beat heavier as he grew handsy, reaching between us to weigh my morning wood.
“Perfect cock,” he whispered as though to himself, and I let him have his fun and his opinion because he, of all people, had every right to judge a man’s anatomy.
Why didn’t that truth flood me with jealousy?
Dexter would be ripping mad over thoughts of another guy touching Cole—and they weren’t even fucking.
Or maybe they were. Who the hell knew where they’d gotten to last night.
“Hungry, baby?” I asked, soothing a hand along the curve of his spine.
“Mmm. Yeah, I think so.” He wiggled from my grasp and shifted deeper beneath the comforter, intent on my cock.
He swallowed me whole, taking my dick down to the root.
“Jesus, Jimmy.” I groaned, clutching at his hair. “I’d meant food—breakfast. Eggs and bacon. Pancakes or waffles—whatever you want.”
“Mmm,” he hummed before popping off. “Right now, I want this juicy cock.”
I gave over to his lead and let him edge the ever-loving shit out of me before I filled up his belly with my cum.