Chapter 27 Joe #2
Then down the hallway we went again, sprinting to get the keycard out. Falling through the doorway with a flurry of laughter. We kissed all the way to the bed. Jason’s hands yanked my shirt out of the hem of my pants, and I went for the buttons on his shirt.
Laughter was scattered between kisses as we fought to get each other undressed, leaving a discarded pile of fabric-wealth on the floor.
Being bare with Jason was a religious experience.
He climbed on top of me, all that warm, delicious skin pressed to mine. My hands didn’t know where to touch first. The fur between his pecs? As peppered gray as his scruff. The slight squish at his hips. Between his legs…where his cock stood proud in a nest of brown-gray curls.
He was pretty lean for a dude who ate donuts daily and didn’t exercise.
Though…I supposed some of the errands he ran helping other people—playing Santa—were pretty physical.
“Why’d you go straight for my stomach?” Jason laughed, batting at my hands with one of his, obviously a little insecure. “Jesus—”
“I like it.” I ran my fingers over it, sighing happily. “So much.”
“Oh.” Jason’s eyebrows shot up as he leaned over me, watching my expression. “You never cease to amaze me.” He ceased trying to get me to stop touching him then. His hands went back to bracketing my head as he kissed me, long and slow.
The kind of kiss that made my toes curl.
Made my head swim.
Spinning, the way it’d spun on the dance floor.
Only it wasn’t a lack of equilibrium that made me feel like I was dancing. It was Jason. Jason…who made my world feel lively and safe. Jason who was teaching me what it meant to build a home, a family, out of nothing.
I wanted to tell him how I felt about him.
I did.
I’d hinted at it.
Toed the line.
But…I had a feeling showing him, still, was the better plan. Words he could pass off as empty. But if I…if I gave him everything I had. If I let myself be his, the way he’d said I was, maybe then he’d see.
Nothing about how I felt was empty.
“Where are the condoms and lube?” Jason rasped, kisses sliding along my jaw to my ear. His breath tickled, made my cock perk up, poking right at him. He was panting. Cock bobbing. “I need to be inside you.”
It was the first time he’d told me he needed something sex-related.
I couldn’t help but feel elated.
“Front pocket in my duffel bag,” I gasped.
“Alright.” Jason gave the shell of my ear a pointed lick, and I groaned. He sucked on the lobe, worrying it with his teeth a moment later, probably feeling the way it made me shake. My dick was so hard it fucking hurt.
Leaking.
My hips kept pushing up, trying to hump whatever part of him I could reach. Fuck, I really was his puppy.
Jason released my ear with a breathy growl. “I’ll be right back,” he promised. He was off of me a moment later, walking butt-naked across the room and crouching over my bag. It should’ve been funny to see him like that. Bare. When I’d never seen him anything but fully clothed.
But it didn’t.
It felt intimate.
Jason was trusting me.
Giving me more pieces of himself.
Pieces he kept closely guarded.
I knew what a gift that was.
When he returned, he was grinning. Strutting across the room—prowling? Like a predator.
“Up the bed,” Jason murmured. “Spread your legs.” I shuffled back to give him room, sliding till my head nearly hung off the other end. Jason grabbed one of my ankles before I could spread, and forced my legs open on his own. “Let me get a pillow under you.”
The moment a pillow was beneath my hips, he climbed between my legs again. I felt exposed in more ways than one. I was sure my adoration was written all over my face. I couldn’t hide it, even if I wanted to.
“God, you’re a vision,” Jason said, kissing the inside of my knee as his other hand pulled the cap on the lube open. “You really are,” he added. “Prettiest fucking thing in the world.”
I couldn’t hide from him, not when he was looking at me like that—even if I was embarrassed to be so thoroughly complimented.
That fuzzy feeling was back. Fizzing through my limbs, making me feel relaxed and easy. Ready to do and be whatever Jason wanted. It was freeing, this level of trust. To just…allow myself to be.
“You said you’ve been practicing,” Jason said conversationally against the inside of my knee as he warmed the slick between his fingers. “Did you do any stretching today?”
“Yes.” My face felt so hot it might as well have been on fire.
“Fuck.” Jason’s hips flexed a little, his hard cock pointing right at me. “That is so goddamn sexy.” His dick was just as flushed as mine was. When I glanced at it, hunger filled me so viscerally I nearly choked on it. I wanted that inside me so badly. So fucking badly.
It was a weird feeling.
Not one I’d thought I’d have.
And yet…nothing had ever felt more right.
Jason rubbed his fingers around my hole for a minute, relaxing the muscle.
“Relax.” He kissed my knee again. “And bear down when I start to push, okay?” I nodded, nostrils flaring as I tried to get in a few, solid breaths.
He looked gorgeous above me. His hair was spiky.
Somewhere between our dancing and the sprint through the lodge, it’d gone back to its usual mess.
I loved it so much.
Loved everything about him.
Loved him.
“First one,” Jason warned. “You ready?”
I nodded, heart pounding. The first push was as uncomfortable as always. I bore down as instructed, sucking in a breath and trying to relax—though I wasn’t sure I succeeded. I was anxious to get more of him inside me as quickly as possible.
I wanted to get this right.
To be good for him.
Jason only got the tip of his finger in before I tensed up again.
“Hey,” Jason said, kissing my inner knee again. He rubbed his cheek against the skin. “Joe.”
I blinked, confused by the conversational tone he’d just taken. My gaze moved from his forearm, from the veins that danced up it, from the coating of soft hair.
“W-what?”
“I’m inside you,” Jason said. “Did you know that?”
It was such a ridiculous thing to say that I laughed. I couldn’t help it. My hole squeezed around his finger as I did, then relaxed, and suddenly—just like that—it slid all the way in.
“There we go,” Jason purred, nipping my knee before beaming at me. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He flexed his hips forward. “Not hard like I am, anyway.”
“That joke’s not even close to as good,” I snorted, but I felt myself relaxing again despite this. No longer clamped like a vice around him, he was able to move, wiggling his finger a little before he pulled it out and pushed it back in.
“Got you to laugh again, didn’t I?” Jason purred. “So it had to be at least a little funny.”
I shook my head, but found myself smiling again.
“You doing okay?” he asked, checking in. Now that I knew it was as much for him as it was for me, it felt easier to answer. I was simply completing my half of an important mission.
“Yeah.” I shifted my hips a little, breathing through the in-and-out of his pointer finger. “Just…want to be good for you.”
“Is that why you’re so tense?” Jason asked, blue eyes full of understanding. “Because you’re trying to be good?”
I nodded sharply.
“Oh, Joe,” Jason said. Those two words were laced with so much affection I melted.
His eyes said, there isn’t a universe where you’re anything but good.
“There isn’t a universe where you’re anything but good,” Jason echoed. Proving once again how expressive his face was. Even more than that—it proved how well I’d gotten to know him. Just like he’d gotten to know me.
A mutual sort of understanding.
The sort of understanding I’d only ever felt with animals. When I looked in their eyes, and they looked in mine, and we just…knew.
Bone deep.
That neither of us was ever going to hurt the other.
I hadn’t known I could feel that way about a person. Hadn’t known it was possible to adore someone so much they superseded all my insecurities, my faults, my flaws. That they could change me. Help me grow.
Fertilize me.
In more than one way.
A muffled sound escaped me. Half-whine, half-laugh. Jason beamed. “You’re safe,” he said softly. “You know that right? That there isn’t a single thing you could say or do that would make me want you less.”
“I know,” I replied. And I did know.
Somehow I did.
“There’s no failing at this,” Jason reassured. “Not with me.”
Jason’s expression was downright adoring. Then, like the shit he was, he pulled his finger out. I mourned its loss. But then two replaced one, rubbing at my hole, asking for permission to let them in.
So I did.
This time, when I bore down, it was with purpose.
And I didn’t tense up after. His fingers slid in, easy as butter.
Going far deeper than my own had ever really managed.
My head fell back, a gasp escaping as Jason spread his fingers a little, testing my walls, before pulling out and pushing right back in before my hole could close.
“It’s the same,” I managed somehow, despite the fact my hole was burning in the most…pleasant, wonderful way possible. “It’s the same for me.”
“What is?”
“You can’t fail,” I whispered, shifting my hips and pushing back against him, begging for more.
“Thank you, baby.” Jason’s fingers picked up the pace. A steady push pull that made my head fill with cotton. My mouth was dry as I melted into it, letting him stretch me. Letting him prep me. Because soon…soon it would be his cock in place of his fingers.
Jason’s cock.
Inside me.
Because he needed me.
Just as badly as I needed him.
“Bear with me,” Jason said. His tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth as he focused on what he was doing. “I’m trying to find…” his fingers curled, wiggling around for a moment before they—oh fuck. My legs jerked, a little howl escaping. “Oh, there we go.”
“Ohmyfuck,” the words were out before I could stop them.