Chapter 13 Ethan #2
Though his face was already flushed from the shower, the extra hint of red was impossible to miss. Avoiding my gaze, he murmured, “Uh… I mean… ”
“Hey.” I ran my fingertips along his sharp jaw. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. A lot of us tried it on our own before we did it with someone else.”
He cautiously met my eyes. “You did?”
“Well, yeah.” I laughed softly. “Some guys said it hurts, and the guy I was dating when I wanted to do it for the first time was… Let’s just say he was hung.”
Jake studied me. Then his eyes flicked downward. “You’re not exactly lacking.”
“Neither are you. But my ex was… ” I grimaced.
Jake’s eyes widened. “So did it hurt?”
“Only because we were stupid teenagers who wouldn’t have known good prep if it slapped us in the face.”
“And because he had a big dick?”
I shrugged. “Honestly, even with a guy that size, it didn’t have to hurt.
If one or both of us had had more experience, it would’ve been fine.
” I lifted my chin and kissed him softly, sliding my hands up his back as the hot water rushed down his skin.
“I’m only asking if you’ve done anything so I know if you’ve got any experience feeling it.
That’s all. If you haven’t… ” Another shrug.
“I was planning to go really slow and use gallons of lube either way. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt. ”
From all the tension visibly melting out of his neck and shoulders, he’d been worried about exactly that. No surprise—I knew a lot of guys who had that same concern.
“I’ll be slow and careful,” I said. “And we can always stop. I promise.”
Jake swallowed. Then he gave a slow nod. “Okay. And, um… for the record, I’ve never used toys, but… ” He held up his hand.
I glanced at it, then back at him. “And you liked it?”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I liked it a lot.”
“Didn’t hurt?”
“No. I mean… maybe a little at first? I think I was too tense.”
“That happens.”
“Glad it’s not just me.” He came down for a long, soft kiss, and after a moment, he broke it just enough to murmur, “Bed?”
Oh, hell yeah, bed.
In under two minutes, that was exactly where we were—dried off, naked, and tangled up beneath his sheets.
I tried to roll onto my back at one point and pull him with me, but he seemed to like being on the bottom.
Not just bottoming when we fucked, but literally having me on top of him.
Fine by me—there were worse places to be than straddling his narrow hips while we kissed and stroked each other.
“I don’t want to rush this,” he mumbled between kisses. “But God, Ethan… ” He pushed up against my cock and moaned, “I want you to fuck me.”
I shivered. “We’ll get there. I promise.”
He whined softly before pulling me down into another kiss.
I couldn’t help grinning for a second before letting my lips move with his.
As we kept making out, I was conflicted, but in a good way this time.
I was eager to give him exactly what he wanted, but also excited at the prospect of teasing him until he was begging for it.
I didn’t just want him relaxed and ready—I wanted him shaking with need.
Abruptly, Jake broke the kiss, and there was some renewed concern in his expression. “I forgot to mention… um… Before we get, uh, there… ”
My chest tightened as all that apprehension kicked back in. “Tell me.”
He gulped, and his face colored again. “When I’ve used my fingers before—I don’t stay hard. When I—if something’s in… ” He exhaled sharply. “I don’t know if I’ve been doing something wrong, or if—”
“That happens a lot.” I smiled as the apprehension backed off again. “It’s totally normal.”
His eyebrows jumped. “It is?”
“Mmhmm. Something about how whatever relaxes enough to let you be penetrated also relaxes whatever is keeping you hard.” I shrugged. “Or… something like that. But yeah, it happens a lot. Happens to me almost every time.”
“Oh.” Even more tension eased. “That’s good to know.”
“I know, right?”
We both chuckled, and then we sank into another kiss.
Jake wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight.
The brief segue had apparently been enough to make us both nervous enough to go a little soft, but that didn’t last long.
In no time, we were both rock-hard again, and Jake moaned as he rutted up against me.
“God, Ethan… ” he murmured against my lips. “I want… I want you.”
A playful comment that he had me danced on the tip of my tongue, but I held it back.
He was seriously shy about all this, which was cute as hell, and I didn’t want to embarrass him.
Maybe he just couldn’t quite say the words “I want you to fuck me.” He’d managed to say them earlier, but I wouldn’t push him now.
I knew what he wanted, and I wanted the same thing.
“Lube?” I asked.
Fresh tension rippled through him, and his fingertips twitched on my back. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” I grinned down at him. “Gotta get you ready for me.”
The way he bit his lip and squirmed—fuck, I wanted him so damn bad.
We separated long enough for him to get the lube and condoms he’d left in his nightstand.
“Turn on your side,” I said. “With your back to me.”
He did, and after I’d put on the condom and coated my fingers in lube, I molded myself to him. I had no idea if he gasped because I kissed the side of his neck or because I pressed my cock against his ass. Maybe both. Whatever—I liked it, and he apparently did too.
“I meant what I said earlier,” I said between dropping light kisses on his neck. “We can stop. Any time. No matter what.”
The answer to that was a shiver and a ragged breath. “I don’t want to stop. Not till we both come.”
I didn’t argue. He knew the option was there if he changed his mind. And if I thought he was too tense or not enjoying it, I could stop things, too.
Somehow I didn’t think that was going to be an issue.
With some lube on my fingers, I started out slow, gently teasing his hole.
Some guys—especially if they were new to sex with another guy—could get weirded out once someone started actually playing with his ass.
It sounded good on paper, but when it started for real—nope.
At first, anyway. So I wanted him to get used to me touching him before we went any further.
From the way his breath stuttered and he rocked back against me he wasn’t going to nope out of me playing with his ass.
“Like that?” I murmured.
“Uh-huh.” He pressed back harder. “Except I want you to put your fingers in.”
I grinned against his skin. “I’m getting there.”
“Ethan, I want—oh, fuck… ”
I’d only pushed in the slightest bit—my fingertip, really—and the way he moaned had my toes curling.
I couldn’t resist and gave him a little more, and that gasp and full-body shiver made me wonder for a second if he’d come already.
Not that I could blame him—if I hadn’t bottomed in a while, I could lose it even from the smallest amount of penetration.
I withdrew my finger and pressed in again.
He rocked his hips, so I followed his lead, and before long, he was happily fucking himself on my finger.
His very first time and he was already an eager, greedy bottom.
God, yes. He’d lose his mind once I was inside him, and just the thought had me biting back moans of both need and frustration; I was dying for some friction on my dick, but I wasn’t going to rush this.
“This good?” I asked even though I knew the answer. “Doesn’t hurt?”
He made a choked sound and then, “More.”
Oh, hell yeah.
“Want me to add another?”
“Yes,” he said with zero hesitation. “Baby, more. Please.”
I bit my lip as I slid my finger free. Then, even more carefully than I’d started out, I eased a second into him.
Shallow at first, mostly to tease him but also to make absolutely sure he was ready, and then I let him impale himself at his own speed.
He was doing all the moving now, rocking back and riding my fingers; I didn’t say a word because he’d probably remember how shy and self-conscious he was.
I wanted him to feel good and not be embarrassed.
“Holy fuck,” he rasped. “That is so… How is that so fucking good?”
“Amazing, isn’t it?” I breathed. “Especially when… ” I bent my fingers just slightly, and I was immediately rewarded with a string of curses as he clenched around me.
“Jesus fucking—” He bucked against my hand. “What the hell is—holy… ”
I grinned and kissed his shoulder. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you the male G-spot is a myth.”
The sound he made was a mix of a laugh and a whimper.
I kept fingering him that way, easing him open as I introduced him to the wonder and delight of the prostate. As much as he was coming unraveled, I thought he might let me do this until he came. We could fuck later; if he was enjoying getting fingered, far be it from me to tell him we had to stop.
But after God only knew how long, he panted, “Ethan… I want—fuck me? Please?”
I was the one to moan this time. Still teasing him inside, making sure he was a writhing, whimpering mess, I whispered, “That what you want? Because we can keep doing this as long as—”
“Gimme your dick,” he demanded. Ooh, that was perfect—he was too turned on to be shy anymore. No self-consciousness whatsoever.
“Let me get some more lube.” I kissed the back of his shoulder. “Just a second.”
I worked quickly, both because I didn’t want to keep him waiting and because I needed to be in him yesterday.
I did pause to collect myself, though—as much as I wanted to fuck him, I didn’t want this to be over too fast. That was a challenge with an absolutely gorgeous man begging for my cock, but I’d manage. Hopefully.
“Get up on your hands and knees,” I said gently. He did, and I settled behind him. Our height difference wasn’t too hard to overcome; I had him push his knees a little farther apart, and that brought him to the perfect height.
I rested a hand on his hip and slid the other up his back, again trying to compose myself. Not that this helped much, considering I had a ridiculously hot view of his powerful back and that ass that we both wanted me to fuck.
Damn. Maybe getting humiliated during that fight had worked out in my favor after all.
The thought almost had a laugh bubbling up, but I tamped it down; I didn’t want Jake to think I was laughing at him or anything.
Still holding his hip, I guided myself to him. As the head of my cock pressed against his hole, tension rippled through him.
“Keep breathing,” I whispered, making sure my tone was as soothing as possible. “I won’t go faster than you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.” Jake looked over his shoulder. “A little nervous, but I want it.”
“That’s okay. I’d rather go too slow than make it hurt.”
“It hasn’t yet.” He took and released a deep breath. “I’m good.”
Just to be on the safe side, I pushed a couple of fingers into him again instead. Unsurprisingly, he was a little tighter now.
“Ethan,” he whined. “Please… ”
“I’m getting there,” I purred, sliding my fingers in and out. “Just making sure. That’s all.”
“You’re teasing me,” he growled.
“That too.” I crooked my fingers to brush that spot inside. “And you like it, don’t you?”
I was enjoying his frustration a little too much, and I didn’t apologize for it. I teased his prostate a little more, mesmerized by the way the muscles in his back and shoulders tensed and rippled as he tried to fuck himself.
“Ethan… ” He let his head fall forward. “Come on. Please… ”
As I withdrew my fingers, he swore under his breath, probably relieved that I was about to fuck him.
So of course, I pushed them back in just to frustrate him.
“You are a dick,” he growled.
“Eh, you know what they say.” I pulled my fingers out again. “You are what you eat.”
Jake snorted, his whole body shaking with laughter. “You got that joke from Carson.”
“Do you want to get fingered again, or do you want to get fucked?”
“Okay! Okay! It was your joke! It was—ooh… fuuuck… ”
The absolute bliss in his voice as I slid into him nearly had me losing it. Bottoming for the first time could still be uncomfortable and even painful, but for Jake? Oh, he was ready, and he was loving it, and it had been too damn long since I’d been with someone this deliciously responsive.
Gripping both his hips, I took slow, deep breaths as I rocked in and out of him. I moved carefully, both to keep this good for him and because I was still afraid I’d go off too soon. Coming too fast the first time we’d fooled around was enough. I didn’t need to do it this time too.
Come on, body. Don’t fail me now. We can do this.
At least Jake didn’t seem to notice I was struggling not to explode in him.
He was moaning and cursing, rocking back and forth like he’d done while I’d fingered him.
If this was even a little bit painful for him, he either didn’t care or he liked it, because nothing about him telegraphed anything but pure ecstasy.
I can’t believe I’m making you fall apart like this.
Fuck. That was a train of thought I couldn’t stay on; nothing in the world made me hotter than making my partner hot, and that went even harder with Jake.
Somehow, I’d taken the sexy-as-fuck badass on the mat and turned him into a quivering, pleading mess who couldn’t get enough of what I did to him. That was heady.
Jake shifted a little, moving his weight onto his left arm.
He reached beneath himself, and he was suddenly even tighter around me.
I groaned, and so did he; well, if he was worried about staying hard while he was bottoming, I suspected he wasn’t having that issue now.
Maybe he’d gone soft to start with, but from the way his elbow and shoulder were moving, he was jerking himself off.
I was out of breath but managed to ask, “You like that?”
“God, yeah.” He sounded close to sobbing. “That is… so fucking good.”
“Yeah?” I swept my tongue across my lips, still struggling to stay in control. “Want me to go any faster?”
“I… ” His arm sped up. “Y-yeah. A little fast—holy fuck!”
There was no way this was going to last much longer. He was too damn hot, and he felt too damn good, and I—
“Jesus Christ!” he roared, and his whole body bucked beneath me, slamming him back onto my dick in the same moment his hole got impossibly tight. He was shouting absolute nonsense now, pumping himself for all he was worth as he fucking unraveled beneath me.
Holding back wasn’t happening now. I rode his orgasm until I crashed into my own, and I gripped his hips so hard it must’ve been painful as I pulled him back onto me, crying out God only knew what as I came.
He dropped his hand to the bed, probably to support himself. There was cum across the back of his hand and fingers, and just the sight of that made me dizzier.
Pretty sure I didn’t have to ask if he’d enjoyed his first time bottoming.
As for me?
Best. Sex. Ever.