Chapter 15 #3
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Fucking perfect. Is this okay?” I ask again. “Say the word, and I’ll stop, but you don’t have to hide.” I slide forward and cup his face. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“It’s—it’s okay,” he rasps as I touch him gently, exploring the dips and curves of his hips and groin, scars and all. “It feels really g-good.”
“Relax, Jeremy. I gotchu.” I lower my face, licking and nipping at the soft skin around his pelvis, nuzzling the spot between his thigh and his balls. I inhale his musky scent, and it makes my mouth water.
“Marcus,” he moans my name, and his cock begins to harden again as I kiss the base and lick up to his tip. I take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue, and he whines and gives his hips a little thrust.
It’s different from last night as I take his long dick all the way down my throat. There’s no fabric between my face and his hot, bare skin. His short pubic hair tickles my cheeks, and feeling bold, I run a finger along his taint, moving it to his puckered hole.
“Fuck,” he growls, his fingers knotting in my hair.
My eyes water, and spit drips from the corner of my mouth as my blow job gets sloppier, but it’s pretty much the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
My brain goes back to the orgasm I had with Norah, and I realize that I want him to feel that too.
That unmatched euphoric high. I want to be the one to push him off the edge. I want him to fly.
I slide my finger through the slick saliva running down Jeremy’s cock, coating it, then slide it back to his asshole. He stares down at me, his cheeks red, his blond hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He looks completely wrecked.
“Are you sure?” he pants.
“Are you?”
“God, yes.”
I push his legs even wider apart, admiring his pink little hole as I run my digit over it, circling and teasing. Jeremy pushes onto my finger, his body swallowing the tip.
“You’re so tight,” I mutter.
I bet it would feel amazing to put my dick in him. But a hint of fear and uncertainty dampens the thought.
I push in farther, reaching my first knuckle and then my second. He relaxes and opens for me, moving down my digit even more, so I insert a second, scissoring them open. As I do, I brush over his prostate.
“Holy fucking shit!” His head falls back, hips bucking into my hand. “More,” he pants. “Do that again, big guy. Your fingers are so fucking big.” He reaches for his dick, but I push his hand away. “Please,” he begs. “I need to come. I’m gonna die.”
“Not yet, Starlight,” I rumble. I use my other hand to jack him slowly, smearing his precum all over his dick, which is thickening by the second. He’s making mewling noises as I start to fuck him with my fingers, thrusting in time with my hand on his cock. “So needy. For me.”
“For you. Marcus, I’m so close. Oh my God.”
“Then come for me, pretty boy.”
His small frame tenses with a grunt, and cum sprays from the tip of his cock as he releases a ragged cry. The sight is so sexy that I have to rut against the bed, trying to ease some of my own tension.
Jeremy collapses in a daze, his arms spread wide, but I can’t stand looking at his perfect body coated in his release.
I sit back on my knees and jerk my cock hard and fast, orgasming with a roar, string after string of cum decorating Jeremy’s abs, chest, and throat.
When I’m completely spent, I roll onto my back, trying to control my raging heartbeat and erratic breaths.
After a few minutes, Jeremy crawls off the bed and goes to the bathroom, and I hear water running. He returns with a warm washcloth and wipes his abs clean before turning to me. I reach for the rag, but he shakes his head and cleans me himself.
It’s a weirdly intimate process as he wipes cum from my softening cock and the crease between my balls and thigh, but I can’t look away. Even with his hair mussed, mascara tracks on his cheeks, and swollen lips, he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
When he’s finished, he returns the rag to the bathroom, and my gut tingles with unease. Surely, one of us is about to freak out.
I get up and slide on my boxers.
Jeremy stops when he sees me. “Where’re you going?”
The way he’s looking at me strips me of everything. Every defense I have. I have no control, and it’s unsettling. “I should probably go back to the couch.” My cheeks are unbearably hot.
“It’s okay to stay.” He sits, slides on his underwear, and crawls under the covers, but his eyes never leave me. “If you want to.”
“It is?”
Because I really, really want to.
“It’s always been your choice, Marcus. And you’ve always left.”
Ouch. That one hurts. But he’s not wrong.
“I don’t really expect you to change your mind this time.” His voice is clipped, laced with that bratty undertone I love so much.
My dick twitches, despite how tired it is. “Actually, I’m good.”
“What?” His eyebrows raise in surprise.
“I said, I’m good.” I sit back down and pull the covers over my body, snuggling into his smaller frame. He immediately melts into me, and my hand falls to his waist, lightly fingering his scar.
“I’m not talking about it,” he says petulantly.
“Good,” I quip. “Because I’m tired as fuck.”
It doesn’t take long for us to fall asleep.