21. Jorge
Jorge
Desire
A dded bonus, my ass.
If I know one thing about sex, it’s that you have to be at least semi-decent at it, or no one wants to fuck you. And that all starts with having the right parts , as he vaguely puts it. I’m not worried about my performance skills or how I look. I got over that insecurity a long time ago. But I want to make a good first impression if and when it happens. I’d ideally like to get that first impression in soon . Kissing and touching him feels so good that I just know everything else is going to rock my world like a 9.0 earthquake.
What is grinding my gears, though, is this damn movie.
Just Friends. Seriously? That’s what he puts on?
A guy madly in love with his best friend, then gets all hot and gorgeous only to come back and woo her into loving him?
I glare at the side of his face while he munches on my PopRocks. My bag is forgotten in my hand. This is not helping my insatiable lust for him, which has only gotten worse since I know what his lips feel like.
“Just ask me,” he says lowly, the fizzy candy cracking on his tongue.
“We have to do something. Even if it’s just cuddling. I’m dying over here. Can we please cuddle?”
Silently, he lifts his arm. I plaster myself to his side, sighing happily, and toss back some candy into my mouth. “Thanks,” I say with my mouth wide open to hear the satisfying crackle.
He leans, jostling me, and places his candy on the coffee table. Resituating us, he lowers the volume on the TV and clears his throat. “Were you really going to jack off?”
“Like ninety percent sure I would’ve.”
I watch out of the corner of my eye as he taps his fingers on the armrest. “I have…an idea.”
“Do tell.” I put my PopRocks beside his and twist to face him.
“A big part of my… issues …revolves around control. I’m constantly worried I won’t have a say.”
“You do, though. Anyone who says otherwise should go die,” I say firmly, ready to enact that sort of carnage as soon as I find out who hurt him.
“I think I might be able to warm up to the idea if I feel in control. Like I call the shots.”
My brain is effectively torn between murderous rage and lack of blood flow. “Explain it to me.”
“Our game helps because I get to pick and choose. What if we extend that to…other things.”
“Like you tell me what to do? What are you, a secret dom?” I eyeball him, and he huffs a weak laugh.
“I don’t think so?” He frowns and thinks. I wait for him to gather his thoughts. “Let me give you an example.” And I wait some more because he squirms beside me, nervous about telling me what he wants. I take his hand to reassure him it’s okay. “Earlier, you said you’d jack off. I didn’t want you to because…well, fuck. Because I want to watch.”
My eyebrows fly to my hairline as my mouth hangs open in shock. “Really?”
“Is that weird?”
“Not at all, my little voyeur,” I tease, bringing his hand to my lips to kiss the back of it. “Do you want to watch because watching turns you on? Or do you want to watch so you don’t feel pressured?”
Relief washes over his features. “Both.”
“So, let me get this straight. You want to watch me jack off, but you want to tell me how to do it?”
“I want to tell you what to do,” he says confidently. “Is that something you’d be okay with?”
Um, yes. “I could be persuaded,” I say slyly and shove my cheek in his direction.
Chuckling, he rewards me with a sweet kiss beside my mouth. Ready to get the show on the road, I stand up and fumble with my jeans. Oli chokes, waves his hands, and blurts, “You don’t have to right now!”
“Babe, I’ve been hard for you so long that it never went down. I’m game if you are.”
His nostrils flare as his eyes drift to my crotch. After a few rough swallows and a breath, he rasps, “Alright.”
I continue to unbutton my jeans when he chokes again. “What is it?”
“Not here,” he rushes. “Get on my bed. Please,” he adds.
Smirking, I practically skip over to it. I knew these jeans would bring me good luck. Fuckin’ knew it. I peek over my shoulder, noticing that Oli hasn’t moved from the couch. Arching a brow in question, I wait for him to get up. He swallows hard and slowly rises.
“How do you want me?” I ask as he stalks closer.
“Lay down.”
“Pants on or off?”
“O-On.”
Shooting him a flirty smile, I crawl into his bed, situating myself towards the wall to recline against it. His forest green eyes skim over my body, a muscle feathering in his jaw. My dick throbs against my fly, but I don’t move a muscle. I’m his to instruct right now. For a split second, a tiny voice whispers in my ear that what I’m about to do is very gay, but I ignore it. I can deal with my sexuality later. I need to deal with my boner first.
“Do you watch porn, Oli?” I ask, trying to unclam him.
“Sometimes,” he rasps, staying at the foot of the bed.
“What kind?”
“Lesbian,” he says without skipping a beat. “It’s…sensual.”
I nod in agreement. “Is that what you like? Sensuality?”
“Mhm,” he rumbles and takes a breath. “Take your shirt off.”
Well, then.
I pull it off at a snail’s pace, wanting to embody some sort of fantasy for him. When I free my head from the neck hole, I gather the material up in my hand, using it to gently stroke over my hard nipples. It does more for me than for him, I’m sure, because I moan against my will. Oli’s tongue swipes his bottom lip quickly.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells me. “Keep touching your chest.”
Discarding the shirt, I drag my palms over my pecs, lingering on my nipples before gliding my hand down my stomach. Oli tsks me immediately, so I abandon that area. For long seconds, I tease my chest while he watches raptly. I’m so hard it hurts, and my nipples are hypersensitive. I’d kill for someone to suck on them.
“Oli,” I whine, ready to touch my cock.
“Lick your fingers and rub them.”
“ Fuck ,” I croak.
With shaky movements, I bring my index finger to my lips, gently sucking it into my mouth. When he grunts loud enough for me to hear it, shifting on his feet and the swell of his crotch growing significantly , I almost come in my pants. Coating the digit thoroughly, I let it slide past my lips with a pop and rub my right nipple. My eyes flutter instantly.
“That’s it, kitten.” His voice is easily three octaves lower, grumblier. It’s hot as shit. “Now, the other one.”
Who knew? Who knew Oli was such a fucking kinky bitch? I didn’t. I’m here for it. “Do you like this? Telling me what to do?”
“Very much,” he rasps, fists clenching at his sides. “Suck your fingers again. Loudly.”
My breath hitches as I halt my nipple play and pop my fingers back in my mouth. I purposefully gag myself so he gets his audible fix. A little drool dribbles around the digits while I pretend they’re his cock. I don’t know if I’d be good at it, but I’m committed. I’d suck him so good if he’ll let me. With labored breaths, he tsks me again.
“That’s enough.”
I wiggle on his bed, trying to get a little friction, but his eyes harden. “Be still.”
“Sorry,” I chirp.
Taking a breath and stepping forward, his knees bump the edge of the bed as he ducks his head shyly. “Was that too much?”
“No. Not at all. I’m really into this. Keep going.”
Nodding, he bites his lip, confidence returning to his posture, and jerks his chin at my crotch. “Off.”
Yes, sir.
My wet fingers slip a little on the button, making me realize how rushed I’m doing this. Forcing myself to slow down, I toy with my zipper a bit, sliding it up and down until he growls. Growls .
His chest heaves as he waits expectantly. I kind of want to see what will happen if I don’t do it, but that’ll be for another time. He’s in control, so I cut the antics and shimmy my jeans down to my ankles. There’s a giant wet spot in my briefs, right over the head of my dick, and Oli stares at it.
“Is that for me?” he asks in a hushed voice.
No fucking shit. “Yes, babe.” I kick off my jeans and wait.
Oli looks torn, and judging by the massive backward step he takes, he’s fighting something. Does he want to touch me? I cock my head, palming the mattress under me. What is he thinking? Part of me thinks I should pump the brakes here—it’s too much too soon. Sure, I am super into this, but what if he’s pushing his limit? Oli has said that he hasn’t had sex in years. Granted, this isn’t sex. He’s simply directing and watching. Fuck. I don’t know what to do.
“Talk to me, Beautiful,” I coo, needing to know where his head is.
When he doesn’t, my dick deflates a little. “Oli?”
Taking a deep breath through his nose, he pinches its bridge and steps up to the bed again. “I want to be closer, but I don’t want you to touch me.”
“Okay,” I say easily.
“I mean it.”
“I won’t. We’re still playing, remember?”
He nods once and climbs onto the bed. He wets his lips beside my feet and rasps, “You’re not hard anymore.”
“Got worried about you.”
“Don’t. I can handle this.” He stops, flicking his eyes to mine. “What do you need?”
Not much, in all honesty. “Tell me what to do.”
“Alright. Take off your underwear. Let me see you.”
Yup. That does it. My dick perks right back up.
Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs, I slowly drag them down enough to reveal my junk, and Oli groans. Squeezing my nuts, I wait for more instruction while my cockhead dribbles obscenely. Just the fucking air hitting my cock has it throbbing. Well, that and the fact Oli looks ready to devour me. I feel pretty damn sexy right now.
“You're perfect,” he tells me.
I blush hard and wiggle my hips. My length flexes in anticipation, needing to get the show on the road. “Oli,” I plead when he continues to stare at my dick.
Shaking his head slightly, voice rough, he says, “Take them all the way off and spread your legs.”
Fuck. Okay.
2.5 seconds later, I’m butt naked, spread eagle, and so thankful I decided two weeks ago to keep my ass groomed. I swallow hard, digging my nails into my quads. It’s like he’s edging me without even trying. My nuts are so full and drawn up that I know it won’t take much to have me busting the moment he gives me the green light.
“Bend your knees. I want to see your pretty hole.”
I shiver, do as he asks, and lift my cock and balls so he can get a better look. “Fuck,” he grunts.
I’m panting now, so keyed up; I might blow my load just from his hooded gaze. “Please, babe. I gotta do something,” I beg.
His hands curl into fists on his lap. “Will you be okay if I ask you to switch positions?”
Chuckling, I drop my nuts and say, “I’ll do a fucking handstand if it means I get to come.”
Biting his lip all sexy ‘n shit, he smirks. “On your hands and knees.