Chapter 20 Shane #3
“Nope—urgh. I play to win. Fu-uckkkkk.” My words end on a moan. “And am I fucking winning? I swear to God, everyone needs fingers up their ass at some point in their life. Maybe then everyone would be happier. More finger-fucking equals less hate and more love.”
I wriggle beneath him. I need more. My dick is so angry it’s screaming. I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life. But Jed keeps denying me.
“Please touch me,” I whine. “This has to be bad for my health.” I try to reach between us, but the motherfucker bites me!
“Did you just bite me?”
“That’s not for you,” he growls. “I call the shots here. Hands above your head where I can see them.”
I suck in a sharp breath, and I almost nut then and there. I do as I’m told and fist the pillow beneath my head.
“Knees to your chest, beautiful.”
Oh. Oh, I like that.
Fingers still gently thrusting inside me, he settles above me, his strong frame pressing against my bent legs. His face hovers above mine, palm planted next to my head.
“You’re so bendy,” he pants out. “So flexible.”
“I’m a fucking pretzel, thank you very much.”
The lightest friction brushes over my dick, and…oh, that’s glorious. But what is it—oh, shit! It’s his fucking dick. His hips rock into me, cockhead occasionally sliding into my dick, while he sinks his fingers into me, over and over. All the while his gaze is locked on me. Like he can’t look away.
I’m incoherent, nothing more than moans and pleas and babbled nothings.
Fire-hot pressure coils in my groin. He starts fucking me with purpose.
His fingers show no mercy, pressing against my prostate like they’re set on vibrate.
My head slams back, and pleasure rips through me.
It’s so sudden, so powerful, I never saw it coming.
It crashes through me from my curling toes to the tips of my fingers clenching his pillow.
Full body explosion.
Boom.
Shane has been obliterated.
I collapse into the mattress, my body wracked with tremors as the last jolts of pleasure make their way through me.
I barely have a second to catch my breath before I’m being flipped over onto my knees.
I faintly register the click of the lube cap, and then Jed is shoving my legs together and his dick forces its way between my thighs.
“Squeeze as tight as you can, Sunshine.”
I do as I’m told. My brain is such a foggy mess right now I’d do anything he asks.
His hips slam into my ass, his thrusts punishing as his dick slides between my thighs.
I clench my thighs and earn myself a sexy grunt.
His fingers bite into my torso, and I do everything I can to stay upright, even though I’m as good as Jell-O right now.
Damn, I feel like Jed’s own personal sex toy.
One more thrust, and Jed falls against my back, his hoarse groan muffled into my skin as he shudders against me. My body jerks, and a faint ripple of pleasure streaks through me again. Oh, wow. Hot. Hot, hot, hot.
He gently pushes me over, and we both collapse on our backs, our ragged breaths filling the room.
I glance down. My chest and stomach and thighs are a cum-covered mess, lube sticky between my thighs. I feel filthy. I fucking love it.
“Well,” I say in a broken breath. “That fucking confirms it. I am so not straight.”
Jed’s deep, out-of-breath laugh fills the bedroom. “You still had doubts?”
My gaze touches every inch of his bare skin. “Yeah, no. With how hard up I’ve been for your dick. There were no doubts.”
He turns toward me, an easy smile gracing his lips. He’s so relaxed. So at ease. It’s such a striking contrast to his normal scowling, serious demeanor. Almost feels like I’m lying in bed with a completely different Jed Stone Jr.
“Well, then. Glad I could…ah…help out with this new adventure of yours.”
“I’m sure it was very hard on you.”
“There was something hard on me.”
I gasp theatrically. “Pebbles. You and your jokes tonight. Go easy on a newly queer man. My heart can’t take a joking Jed.”
We share a smile, and it hits me right behind my breastbone. “You’re different…from what I expected.”
His lips twitch. “Yeah?”
“I didn’t know you knew how to smile until tonight. And right now.” I reach over and run my thumb over his cheek, the muscle soft under my touch. I pinch and wiggle his cheek. “Like look at this. So loose. No clenched jaw. No tension.”
“Orgasms tend to do that.”
Right. Orgasms. Obviously.
Jed pushes up and hops out of bed. His muscles ripple, all the way from his back to his ass and thighs, as he crosses his room and disappears into the hall.
A light flicks on, running water filters into the room for a minute, then he’s back, towel in hand.
He kneels on the bed and wipes my chest and abs clean, then folds it over and gently does the same to my spent dick, thighs, and ass.
It’s…weird. In the best way. Being taken care of.
I swallow the lump building in my throat.
He glances up at me, and his lips hook up in a half smile. “Figured you wouldn’t want to lie here with cum and lube drying on your skin. It’s the worst.”
“Yeah. Thanks, bro.”
His lips roll in, and his eyes glimmer. “No problem. Bro.”
I throw a pillow at him, and he barks out a laugh.
I bite my lip. Am I supposed to leave now?
I’m one of the exceptions to the rule where I actually like to stick around after hookups.
I like to shoot the shit. Grab some food.
Whatever. Sometimes that’s not possible and you have to bail right away, but here, lying in his comfortable bed.
I’d like to stay for a while if he’ll have me.
I’m really not eager for the night to end.
Jed flops back down on his bed with a long groan. “Fuck, that was all right.”
“Wow. All right? Way to make a guy feel special.”
He lets his head fall to the side and stares lazily at me. “Let me rephrase. Best I’ve ever had. Ruined me for all other men. Life completely altered. I think I saw God.”
I pat his cheek. “Much better.”
He arches a brow. “Your turn.”
I shrug a shoulder. “Eh.”
Jed dissolves into laughter, curling into himself. My grin is at risk of breaking my face.
He looks at me through crinkled eyes. “You are such a brat.”
“I really am. But jokes aside, it was kind of life altering. Eye-opening, for sure. Definitely discovering a lot of things about myself. I always knew I was a sucker for praise. But hadn’t realized I’d like being dominated so much.
Being told what to do. I guess men really do it for me.
So, uh, thanks for helping with that discovery. ”
“My pleasure.” He winks.
I pick at the comforter. “What about you? Kind of got the feeling you like brats. You have any fun kinks?”
“I’m not too picky. I just want to have a good time. But yeah, I do have a soft spot for brats. I like giving and controlling a person’s pleasure, but I don’t necessarily want them to be completely submissive. I like a little cheek. It’s fun.”
“No wonder you wanted to get in my pants.”
He looks skeptically at me. “Excuse me. You kissed me.”
“You brought me to a gay bar. It was an invitation!”
“Um no. It was me trying to scare you off.”
I gasp. “It hurts. It hurts, Storm Cloud.”
His eyebrows lift. “Storm Cloud?”
“Yeah. I’m all sunshine and smiles. You’re all scowls and storm clouds.”
Something flashes across his face, there and gone so fast I can’t tell what it was. “That fits,” he says quietly. He clears his throat. “Lingerie.”
I blink at him. Linger-what-now? “Um. What?”
“I have a lingerie kink.”
“Lingerie… What exactly does a lingerie kink mean? You think it’s sexy if a woman dresses up for you?”
Jed shakes his head and bites his lip, his gaze raking slowly over me. “No, Sunshine. Women in lingerie is all well and good, but it’s men in lingerie that make me lose control.”
My eyes go wide. “Oh.”
His smile turns sheepish, and a soft blush colors his cheeks. “Yeah. That’s probably the most risqué kink I have.”
“No shame, man.” My voice turns serious. “There is no shame in what two consenting adults do in the bedroom. We do not yuck another person’s yum. That’s so against bro-code.”
He nods solemnly. “So not a bro thing to do.”
He’s teasing me, and I really like it.
We stare at the ceiling for a while. And it’s…comfortable. Just sharing the space with him, lost in thought.
I finally break the silence. “So, you think this is what Coach had in mind?”
Jed bursts out laughing, and I join him.
Tonight turned out so much better than I could have ever imagined.