Chapter 21 #2
When he positioned himself at my hole, I was already on the verge of climax.
I was tugging wildly on my dick, gasping when his plump, swollen tip breached me.
One long, smooth push later, he bottomed out, cursed, and my forehead hit the mirror.
I closed my eyes, processing the burn, the fullness, and the pleasure washing over me in waves.
“Fuck!” Jordan whimpered, still motionless. “God, help me.”
I looked down at my dick that was pointed at the mirror like a cannon ready to fire. I expected it to deflate because we weren’t exactly planning this, but it didn’t happen. My dick liked his dick. A lot.
“Are you okay?” Jordan whispered, his voice barely audible.
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, spreading my feet wider. “Go for it.”
“I’m not going to last.”
“Me neither.”
He kissed my shoulder before he started to move, and then I felt his dick sliding in and out of me. The wet, slapping sound ensued, mixing with our heavy breathing. Harder. Faster.
“Damn, this hole was made to take a dick,” Jordan muttered, gripping my hips while pounding into me.
I was inclined to agree.
When our eyes met in the mirror, they never parted.
I was vaguely aware of the fact that we were both still dressed, with only our cocks out.
The mirror was getting steamier as Jordan’s movements became more urgent, his rhythm increasing.
Our moans got louder, but my eyes never left that amber gaze or the golden fires burning in it.
When Jordan’s dick grazed my prostate, I came with a shout.
My dick exploded, shooting cum all over the mirror.
I watched the milky white spurts hitting the hard surface when Jordan slammed deep inside me and stilled.
His cry echoed as I kept stroking my dick, watching the annihilated look on his face while he unloaded inside me.
When he was done, his forehead fell on my back as he tried to get his bearings back.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You killed me.”
I smiled, although my legs felt like noodles. “Can we take this to the bedroom while I can still walk?”
Jordan kissed my shoulder before slowly pulling out of me, making me hiss. When he took a butt plug out of its container, I cocked my eyebrow in the unspoken, What the fuck?
“I don’t want my cum dripping out of you,” Jordan whispered, pushing the thingie into my hole. “Milo would probably eat it.”
“Gross,” I said, cringing. “Speaking of Milo, please let him out of the pantry before he finds the strawberry jam that I made last week. The lid on the jar won’t stop him from eating it. Also, close the bedroom door behind you. I don’t want him witnessing our fuckfest.”
“Fuckfest?” Jordan said, wide-eyed. “You promise?”
“If you hurry.”
We left the bathroom naked, leaving the mess and the scattered clothes behind us.
Our hard dicks bounced as we walked, Jordan heading toward the pantry, and me to the bedroom.
After I settled onto the bed, I took the lube out of the nightstand drawer and waited.
I heard barking before Jordan joined me in the bedroom and closed the door behind him.
Five minutes later, I was sprawled on the bed, and Jordan was riding me.
Now, I have been ridden by women before, but those two experiences couldn’t compare. The sight of Jordan seated on my dick made my toes curl. The sight of a long, hard cock pointed at my face made my mouth water. Jordan’s expression was pure heaven, which meant he enjoyed this as much as I did.
“You’re riding me so good, baby,” I praised him, caressing his thighs in encouragement. “Your hole feels amazing.”
“Yes-s-e—-se-es…” Jordan’s hiss was broken into syllables. “Hee-rr-e-re-e…”
“Here?” I repeated, fucking into him and groaning when the butt plug inside me shifted.
“I’m coming,” Jordan whimpered, sounding undone. “God…”
“I’m coming, too,” I gasped. “This is… aw, fuck!”
Thank God that Jordan came untouched, because I could do nothing but fill him up. He was still whining and spurting cum all over me when I left the last of my spunk inside him. When we were both done, he collapsed on top of me, breathless and spent, while I shook my head in disbelief.
So, yeah, it turned into a fuckfest, as I predicted.
And, yeah, we woke the bloody dog.
Jordan
“Can we now talk?”
Adam dropped a kiss on my damp forehead before replying. “Yes.”
We were naked, sweaty, exhausted, and with cum running out of our asses, but I still felt the need to talk. No, to talk it out. Hopefully.
“I would like to start by saying that—”
“It’s okay,” Adam cut in. “I forgive you. We can move on.”
I raised my head and looked at him, blinking. His blue eyes met me readily, bright like the sky after a nasty rain.
“Just like that?” I asked him, frowning.
“I know what you were about to say, Jordan. I understand that it was your job. I also appreciate you sticking with me despite me being a giant asshole. I would like to thank you for that.”
“Oh,” I muttered. “So, we’re fine?”
“In my opinion, we’re more than fine,” Adam replied. “You would call what happened between us just fine?”
I flicked his forehead. “Stop thinking about sex for one goddamn minute. I need to know.”
Adam chuckled. “What do you need to know?”
“Now what?”
“Now? I will like you. I will love you. I will fuck you,” he stated. “Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do.”
My heart was all over the place, but I cautioned it to calm down.
“Does that mean you will stay here with me?”
“Yes.”
“You will move in with me.”
“Affirmative. Unless you want to move to my place. That’s fine too.”
“And you will be my boyfriend?”
“I will be your boyfriend.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh. Um… okay.”
Adam cocked his eyebrow. “Just okay? You would call what happened between us just okay?”
Finally, I allowed myself to laugh.
“Fucking sex fiend,” I murmured, when his words caught up with me. “Hold up! Did you say, love?”
Adam gazed into the distance thoughtfully. “Did I? I can’t remember.”
“Adam, stop fucking with me,” I growled. “Did you or did you not say it?”
When he flipped me onto my back, I yelped in surprise.
“Yes, I said it,” Adam replied, grinning.
“Say it again.”
“You say it first.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He either said it, or I was losing my mind.
“Where’s my phone?” I mumbled, looking around. “I need to call Luz. He will never believe that you said it. Can I put you on speakerphone?”
When Adam stopped my rambling with a kiss, I let out a happy sigh. It felt good to be on the receiving end of the kiss, as opposed to the begging-for-it end.
“You will call him later,” Adam murmured against my mouth. “First, you will blow me in the shower, then we’re coming back here for a quick fuck before I make us dinner.”
“Jesus,” I muttered. “You don’t mince words. Incidentally, generally speaking, who will be fucking whom?”
“We will be fucking each other,” Adam replied after some consideration. “But mostly I think you will be fucking me. Are you okay with that?”
“I’m fine either way,” I said, kissing his lips. “As long as you’re mine, I don’t care about anything else.”
“Good,” Adam said, sounding satisfied. “Now get up. Shower. Blowie. Before that, we will give Milo a snack. He deserves it for listening to us fuck for the ungodly amount of time.”
“Wait a minute,” I said, frowning. “It’s not because of the dog, is it?”
Adam looked at me. “What do you mean?”
“You’re not staying with me because of the dog, are you?”
When a smirk appeared on his face, I regretted my question.
“It is a cute dog,” Adam mused. “I would lie if I said otherwise.”
I threw a cushion at him, but he dodged it with the speed of a ninja.
“Adam!” I shouted, my fists clenching in anger.
“You’re fine too,” he added, smirking.
I threw another cushion at him, but he was already out of the room.
“I will make you regret this,” I threatened, running after him.
“You promise?”