Chapter 26 Jason #2
“You hold the power, not me,” I explained. “But that means I need reassurance, too. In my case—when I check in, and you say yes, or you nod—it gives me the confidence to keep going.”
“So, it’s for you…”
“For both of us. Imagine if there was something you didn’t want?” I cupped his cheek, unable to resist the urge to touch him when he was this close. “And you didn’t know how to tell me. I don’t ever want to put you in that position.”
Joe tipped his head into my palm, blinking up at me, his eyes swimming with emotion as he thought through what I’d just said. He was a thinker, my Joe.
“We both need to feel safe for it to feel good,” Joe said.
“Yes.”
“I don’t hate the check-ins anymore,” he promised, just as quietly. “You can keep doing them.”
“Okay. Good.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead, lingering there for a moment. This…this was just as intimate as touching his dick. Open communication. The respect and desire we obviously shared for one another.
“I can compromise though,” I told him, still kissing his forehead. “How about I give us a safe word, and if I can trust you to use it when you need it, I can check in maybe a little less.”
Joe made an affirmative sound.
“What about rutabaga?” I offered. “That’s not a word I imagine either of us would ever use, especially in bed.”
“I dunno…” Joe frowned. “What about…Arkansas.”
“Like the state?” I asked, amused.
“Yeah.”
“That’s fine. I’m just curious why not rutabaga.” I kissed his cheek, and Joe made a little sound.
“I’m a farmer. What if I accidentally talk to someone about rutabaga and you hear?” I didn’t have the heart to point out that we were talking about sex situations, and I seriously doubted he’d be talking about produce with another farmer while we had sex.
I just liked that he wanted to contribute.
That we were both equally invested in this.
“Arkansas it is,” I agreed.
“Cool.” Joe smiled at me shyly.
Outside the window, the stars were peeping through the clouds. It’d been overcast earlier, so I was surprised to see them at all. They framed Joe’s head, making him look even more angelic than usual.
Then slowly, surely, I sank to my knees between his legs.
I rubbed my hands up his calves, partially to get him used to being touched—and partially to get myself ready, too. I’d never done this. He knew that. I knew that. I didn’t want to get it wrong. Though, truthfully? I doubted Joe would care.
Based on how enthusiastically he’d enjoyed my shitty not-hand-job the other day, I didn’t think he was all that picky.
“Are you gonna touch my butt again?” Joe asked. He stumbled over the word “butt” like he hadn’t been sure if that was the right word to use.
“Your hole?” I offered. He nodded, a sharp little up and down.
“Do you want me—”
“I brought lube.”
Oh dear god, he was going to kill me.
“You brought lube?” My heart skipped a beat.
“Condoms, too,” Joe admitted. He wouldn’t look at me, staring somewhere along the back wall.
The picture of perfection with his legs spread and his hard dick throbbing between them.
“In case you wanted…I mean—earlier…you said…” I was quiet, letting him piece together his thoughts.
“Before you said that you were touching me…where you were gonna fuck me. So I just—is that…what you want?”
I opened my mouth to speak, but Joe surprised me by cutting me off again.
“I know you said you want what I want. I looked up those terms. Pleasure dom. Or um. Service top. I get what they mean now. And I like that you’re that way.
I think it’s…” His throat bobbed. Poor baby would need a glass of water, he was talking so much.
“I think it’s good you’re that way. Compatible with me.
’Cause I’d rather, usually, not do anything at all.
And the idea of being the one to fuck you freaks me out.
I’d rather…you do all that. And I just…” God, he was so cute. “That’s embarrassing, right?”
“You think being a pillow princess is embarrassing?” I tried not to be amused and failed.
“Yes.” Joe squirmed. “I mean…isn’t it?” Apparently, he knew what that meant, too.
I didn’t want to dismiss his feelings. “No.” I shook my head.
“You’re allowed to enjoy and desire whatever you want, Joe.
And feeling embarrassed, or nervous, is natural.
Sex is sticky. It’s vulnerable. That’s normal.
I know I was nervous the other day, worried I’d be touching you wrong—since I’d never done it. ”
“You were nervous?” Joe gawped at me. “But you were all…all dirty-talking-me.” The last three words were said so quickly they meshed together.
I grinned. “It turns me on when you squirm,” I admitted. “And talking is easy for me. It’s one of my strengths. It was the other stuff I didn’t know how to do. I wanted it to be good for you.”
“It was.” Joe stared at me, baffled. “It was so good. Why do you think I brought condoms? I want more.”
I laughed. I couldn’t help it. I buried my face against his inner knee and giggled. He was so cute. So fucking cute. As earnest as ever, even in bed.
“I’ve been practicing,” Joe soldiered on, pretending I wasn’t giggling between his legs. “So you could…you know…if you wanted. Google said I needed to stretch.”
My laughter died immediately.
Suddenly, that day I’d caught Joe masturbating came back to mind.
Only the memory shifted. This time, it was Joe on his back, no blanket, those thick fingers wiggling around inside his tight little hole.
Probably huffing, whimpering. Because he couldn’t get the angle right.
Couldn’t fuck himself the way he wanted. Couldn’t get deep enough.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, biting his inner thigh, pleased when he yelped. No more games. “Okay. Yes. I want to fuck you.” I dragged my nose up his inseam. “I want to fuck you so fucking bad, Joe.” I bit the meaty part right next to where his cock lay. “Jesus.”
“G-good.” Joe’s voice was hoarse. He wasn’t super vocal during sex. At least…not at first. I’d gotten him whining by the end of last time, and had every intention of doing that again.
“For now, though? Before the gala? I’m going to suck you. Maybe eat you out a bit. Test to see if you’ve been practicing the way you should.” I’d done some research of my own. “And after…well…depending on how it goes—”
Joe reached for his belt without letting me finish.
He had it unbuckled and his zipper down in seconds, wiggling out of his pants till they got in my way, forcing me out of his crotch.
I helped him yank them down to his ankles, amused and delighted when I saw the boxers he’d picked were covered in magpies.
“One sec,” Joe yanked his button-up up to his arm pits, thick tits on display. “For the mess,” he explained.
Jesus.
The crown of his cock was poking out of the leg of his underwear, flushed bright red and leaking. It twitched as I hungered after it, and Joe stared down at me like I was fucking God. I wanted to see the rest of it. Wanted to show him Heaven, in every way I could.
“Boxers off?” I asked, trembling with anticipation.
My own dick was pulling, but I ignored it. Ignored the heat in my balls, and the way I had the ungodly desire to climb on top of him and fuck him right the fuck now—everything else be damned.
Joe nodded, a short jerk off his head.
I pulled them off quick as a Band-Aid. Didn’t want him to get stressed out. And as much as I adored teasing him, I knew some situations were better for that. Right now, I just needed my mouth on him. Needed to taste him. Try my hand at a blow job and hopefully blow his mind.
Get it? Blow his— Anyway.
I dove in, lips first. Kissed his sac, and studied his cock from the best seat in the house.
It was just as big bare as it’d been covered.
A fat vein on the underside that begged to be licked.
Thick and long, with a crown that was slightly smaller than the rest so it gave it an almost tapered appearance.
Just looking at it made me feel like I was burning up.
Joe made a sound, his hands clenching tightly into fists where they lay on his thighs by my head. I kissed his sac again, and he gasped. When I looked up at him—god, it was hard to look away from a dick like that—he appeared dazed.
He was so responsive and I’d hardly done anything.
His dick flexed, begging me to touch it again, so I did.
I’d intended to take things slow for the both of us.
To learn him. Figure out my own limits. See how it felt to have a dick in my mouth.
But…I’d never been good at slow when I wanted something.
Nor had I ever been able to stop myself from pushing.
So, fast was how I went. Sucking at the vein, growling when Joe’s head fell back.
He was trembling as I worried my teeth against the skin.
“Teeth good or?” I offered.
“Good.” Joe’s voice was so hoarse I barely heard it. Couldn’t see his face anymore, either, because his head was so far back.
“Lie down,” I commanded. I wanted to see his face, yes, but he was going to give himself a neck-ache if he kept that up.
Joe lay down. He spread his legs even wider, and I grabbed his hips, yanking them off the bed. In this position, I could see his balls and cock in their entirety. Could see his hole, too. Which I didn’t hesitate to tell him, just to watch his fists spasm again, betraying his arousal.
His cock was slightly salty when I got to the crown, lapping at it, testing the smooth, hard texture. I’d had a dick my whole life—and I’d never really thought about that before. A dicks texture. How it was both soft and hard at once.
When I sucked, Joe exhaled harshly through his nose. Loud enough I could hear him.
That was it. The last of my patience gone.
I went to town with fervor. Licking, worrying it with my teeth—because he’d said he liked it—digging my tongue into his slit curiously to see if he’d leak more. He did. I sucked on his balls too, enjoyed how soft they were. Pulled them up with my hand and dove lower, lapping along his perineum.