Chapter 15 Luke #2
Jessie giggles. It’s a sweet, soft sound that makes my legs feel lame. “Yeah. Seems kind of partial to orifice, too.”
We read side-by-side, but now every time either of those words pop up, we both cackle uncontrollably. By the time we get to the end of the article we’re a heap of laughter. The article finishes with the most cringey line ever written, “Congratulations, you have just received your first penis.”
We’re in stitches. Jessie’s eyes are streaming and I’m laughing ugly.
My face is contorted, my lips are pulled back over my teeth.
I know I look ridiculous but I can’t stop it.
We laugh until we’re spluttering. The laughter dies down abruptly.
Hilarity one second, heavy silence the next.
I glance over at him. He’s gnawing his bottom lip and watching me thoughtfully.
I answer the question I see in his eyes before he asks it.
“I’m sure.” He bows his head and after a few seconds, he plants a light kiss on my shoulder. “I want to do it, Jess, and you’re the one I want to do it with.”
He keeps his head where it is, close to mine, warming me and sending slow waves of arousal rippling through me. “Are you nervous?”
I lean in so my temple is pressed against his cheek, and I nod quickly. He nuzzles into me, warm breath on my skin, soft lips on my neck, then he looks at me. Blue-green eyes pierce me. It’s the most unguarded I’ve ever seen him.
“Me too,” he whispers. He places a hot, heavy hand on my back and drags it downward. “You don’t need to be though, okay? I’ll take care of you. And you know I’ll stop if you ask me to, right?”
“I know.” And I do. I feel completely safe with him despite the fact he has more power to hurt me than anyone I’ve ever met.
I know if he hurts me, this won’t be how he does it.
I tilt my face up and accept the kiss that’s waiting for me.
It’s different from our other kisses. Those kisses, the other ones, they were kisses for kisses' sake. Kisses for no reason other than the fact we wanted our mouths on each other. This one is tentative, gentle and questioning. It’s a beginning. A prelude. It doesn’t last long.
“I got tested last week, after we started making out,” he says, “but I have condoms and I’ll use one if you want.”
I shake my head. “No condom. I want to feel you come inside me.”
With that, he snaps my laptop shut decisively and puts it on my desk.
He takes off his clothes without any preamble, dropping his T-shirt on the floor and shimmying out of his jeans.
He isn’t wearing any underwear. His body is beautiful.
It suits him. Long and lean, with bulges and dents in all the right places.
Soft lines cut into his arms and his abs when they’re relaxed, going from subtle to startlingly ripped when he flexes.
He goes from dressed to naked quickly and for some reason that feels surprising to me.
It feels like this should be harder. Like there should be something more stopping us.
He runs his hands up the back of my calves and tugs on the hem of my shorts.
I lift my hips, and he tugs harder, easing the elastic waistband down over my ass.
My shorts land on the floor next to his.
We’re both naked. I have a little Holy shit, this is happening moment, nerves flurry and clench in my chest, but I rally when he flicks the overhead light off.
Now the only light in the room is from my table lamp.
It changes the mood in the room completely.
What was bright and funny minutes ago is sultry and sexy now.
He runs his hands all over my body. Up my legs, down my arms. He follows his hands with his mouth and his tongue.
He kisses every inch of my back and when he doesn’t have his lips on me, he talks.
He talks exactly the same way he talks through the wall.
His voice is low and hoarse. Instead of telling me how he wants me to touch myself, he tells me in graphic detail how he’s going to touch me.
“When I’m done kissing you here,” he says, dropping kisses along my shoulder blade, “I’m going to kiss your neck.
” I sigh helplessly. “I’m going to kiss it softly, till your eyes close and your head lolls to the side.
” My eyes slide shut as soon as I feel his tongue on the back of my neck and it isn’t long before my head tilts to one side.
When it does, he kisses me harder and longer, pulling soft flesh into his mouth and sucking until I groan.
He starts working his way down, running his tongue down my spine, making me tingle and arch when he gets to the sensitive spot between my shoulders.
“If you like these kisses,” he teases, “you’re going to love the ones I give you next.
” My breath hitches, he’s worked his way down my spine and is currently tracking close to my tailbone.
“I’m not going to stop, I’m going to kiss you all the way down.
All the way down. Bet you’re going to like it when I get where I’m going, huh?
” I try to reply but all that comes out is a short, guttural sound.
He chuckles softly. He says something else, but I can’t follow, because his tongue is licking a hot trail down my crack, he backs up at the last second, leaving me wide eyed and drunk with desire.
“Such a beautiful ass…never seen anything like it…want it.”
“Hnnggh.” I admit I’m far from my most eloquent.
I feel him smile against my ass cheeks. He kneads my flesh, squeezing hard and then soft, peppering my ass cheeks with so many tiny kisses, I start giggling and twisting.
He grabs my hips and pins me down, pressing my hard cock into the mattress beneath me.
“Uh uh,” he laughs, “don’t even think about it.
I have you right where I want you. You’re not going anywhere.
You’re going to stay here till you’ve given me what I want. ”
“Mm,” I say, aiming for a full sentence, but falling spectacularly short.
“You know what I want, don’t you?”
I nod and make several sounds ranging from silly to full-on pathetic.
“I want my cock inside you. Been wanting it for awhile. A long while. I want it badly. I want to be the first person to have you.” He moves his attention from my ass cheeks to what lies between them.
He licks long, languid strokes up and down me, not pausing or backing away this time.
I jolt forward, mashing my face into the pillow in front of me and garbling nonsensically into it when his tongue glances over my hole.
I almost feel panicked at how sensitive and intense and eye-wateringly good it feels.
“I’m gonna be your first. The one you remember.
The one you never forget. That what you want? ”
He licks me harder and squeezes my cheeks when I don’t answer. “Huh?” I manage.
“Is that what you want?”
“Uh, yeah,” I say quickly, trying to orient myself with the workings of my tongue. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Just c-can’t think when you talk to me like that.”
He laughs softly, “You don’t have to think, Blue.” He licks me and again and this time he works the tip of his tongue into my entrance, wriggling it, making my toes curl. “You just have to feel.”
I scramble to my knees, arching my back and spreading my legs as wide as I can.
I’m hot and bothered, but even so, I feel a quick flicker of embarrassment at the position I’ve put myself in.
I can feel his eyes on me. They’re on me hard, eyeing the most private part of me.
I feel objectified but far from minding, it turns me on more.
He reaches over me and pulls open my drawer.
He finds the lube and spreads it on his fingers and then on me.
I flinch in part from the cold and in part from the nerves.
The nerves fade as he eases a finger into me and by the time he adds another, they’ve fizzled to nothing.
His fingers slide slowly in and out of me.
They feel like a lot at first, but soon all they do is make me needy for more.
“Jessie,” I groan.
I want to say more. I need him to know I’m ready but all I can manage is to say his name over and over.
He understands, he must, because he sits back on his heels and lubes himself up.
He’s stopped talking now. The only sound in the room is a soft, desperate whimper coming from me, and hard, uneven breaths from him.
He swipes his slick head up and down my crack and lines himself up.
He starts applying pressure, moving ever so slightly to notch himself in where he needs to be.
He pushes hard against me. I feel myself open.
Slowly, slowly, and then all at once. My eyes slam shut and I cry out from the sharp sting.
Instinct tells me to clench. I fight it.
I open my eyes and suck two or three long breaths in as I try to get used to the feeling of a cock breaching me.
“Remember what the sphincter guy said,” rasps Jessie, “try to push me out.”