Chapter 27 #2
“Fuck, Marc.” He lurched forward to capture me with a kiss I eagerly returned, which ended with a gasp for air. “Yeah. Where do you want me?”
“Bed. On your back. Knees bent,” I said without missing a beat and promptly released his dick.
If he was disappointed, it didn’t show in his eagerness to get into position.
He really only had himself to blame with all the reading material he’d supplied me with.
Something I suspected he didn’t regret in the slightest as he snatched the lube before it could tumble off the bed.
“You planning to stay dressed the whole time?” he challenged as he stroked his cock, looking like a freaking porn god the way he was laid out with his other arm behind his head, causing all of his muscles to pop distractingly.
I kicked off my shoes. “Depends. You planning to actually put those fingers anywhere near your hole?”
“Is that what you want, baby boy?” he asked huskily, his hand sliding from his dick to glide over his balls, tugging briefly, before grazing the outer rim of his exposed hole.
“Yes,” I said in a voice I was positive not a soul outside this room would ever recognize as mine.
Jesus, it didn’t seem possible to be this hard.
His breath stuttered, and I paused in the middle of removing my shirt as he circled the wrinkled flesh.
I stared enraptured as he teased the sensitive flesh, and for a second wondered if he'd forgotten I was there at all.
Then he locked eyes with me before sinking his middle finger to a backdrop of a long, drawn-out moan.
“It’s been too long,” he admitted breathily, his finger sliding out and pushing back in. His hips rolled up slightly to meet the next slow thrust of his finger. “I can’t wait to have your thick cock stretching me.”
Jesus. He was going to kill me. I shook off my stupor long enough to finish tossing aside my shirt and pulled down my soft shorts. “Then you’re going to need more than one finger.”
His throaty chuckle had his hole tightening around the single digit, and my dick twitched in anticipation. “Damn right I will. Girthy fucker.” He poured more lube directly over his twitching hole and half-buried finger in the lewdest, hottest, most pornographic display I’d ever seen in real life.
I quickly took a stranglehold on the base of my dick before this could be over before it even started and held my breath as he sank another finger as deep as the first. When I was positive I wouldn’t blow, I matched my strokes with the steady thrusts of his fingers.
He widened his legs a little more, and I took that as my opening to join him on the bed.
“As good as this feels, baby boy, it won’t feel half as good as you,” he said, voice increasingly raw as he widened his fingers and continued leisurely sliding them in and out of his clenching hole.
“Yeah?” I ran my hands over his legs, pausing to place a kiss inside his thigh before leaning over him. “And what if I don’t live up to expectations?” I asked, hoping the tease of a kiss would obscure the undercurrent of insecurity. Should have known JD would see right through it.
He removed his arm from behind his head to cup my jaw and looked into me as if he could seek out and destroy every iota of insecurity that had ever plagued me.
“You’ve already exceeded every expectation I could have ever imagined, Marc.
” I blinked at him in surprise and wasn’t quite ready for the sweet kiss he brushed over my lips.
“If anything, I’m more worried about letting you down. ”
I snorted softly and shook my head. “I’ve never had any expectations where you’re concerned.
” His eyebrows scrunched and I leaned down to kiss the wrinkle.
“Expectations would imply that you have limits, and I don’t believe you do.
” Not James. Not my beautiful, kind, sweet Honeysuckle.
I drifted down to his lips and claimed them with a deep kiss that held all the words I was desperate to say, but wasn’t sure how to without risking everything.
“Marc,” he gasped when I finally let him up for air. “Please.”
I hummed contentedly and lightly kissed along his chest before rocking back on my heels, surprised to find he’d continued stretching himself. “Is it true what they say in the books?” I asked out of the blue, once more entranced by the steady glide of his fingers thrusting in and out of his body.
“Is what true?”
“About the prostate. Does it really feel as good as they make it out?” I asked, genuinely curious, even as I reached to stroke his neglected dick.
He huffed a laugh that sounded strained. “Surprised you didn’t look into that yourself.” He tossed me a smirk, and I shrugged. “Short answer: yes, yes it fucking does.”
“Huh. In that case,” I mused aloud, releasing his length to follow the same path his hand had taken earlier.
Thanks to the copious amount of lube he’d applied, there was more than enough to slick my finger as well.
“It should be right…about…here,” I finished as I slid my finger through the gap between his, gently pressing upward until I found the squishy bundle of nerves the books described in such vivid detail.
“Holy fuck!” JD shouted, practically levitating off the bed. Guess it was safe to say the books were very right.
I was truly torn about where to look as I continued to lightly massage the small bundle inside him.
The pained pleasure on his face was intoxicating.
The precum steadily leaking from his dick despite his death grip on the base was beyond vindicating.
And the way his ass kept trying to pull me deeper was a level of erotic so far beyond my experience I didn’t know what to do with it.
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” he gasped. “Yellow. Yellow, yellow, yellow.”
I immediately relented on the pressure and slowly withdrew my finger. He withdrew his as well, and I rubbed my hands over his legs while I watched him try to bring his breathing back under control. “Still with me, Honeysuckle?”
He grunted, thankfully too out of it to catch my slip-up. “Thought… thought those were white,” he panted. Or not.
I smiled and placed another kiss on the inside of his thigh. “They come in a few colors. Light yellow is one of them. Talk to me, James.”
He released a deep, shuddering breath. “Green. But I’m gonna need you to fuck me like you mean it, because there’s no way I’m going to last.”
“That an order, Sarge?”
“Damn right it is, Spec. Weathers. Now suit up and get to fuckin’.”
A smile split my face. I really fucking loved this man. “Sir, yes, sir.” I rolled on the condom, added more lube, and lined up with his clenching hole. Then slowly started to push in. The first ring of muscle briefly tightened before relaxing again, and James groaned as if he were being tortured.
“Are you trying to kill me, Weathers? What did I say about the dilly-dallying?”
I raised my eyebrows and leaned over him, intentionally not pushing so much as another centimeter deeper. “And what did I say about you using country phrases?”
“You don’t have a monopoly on Southern–” His words dried up and his eyelids fluttered shut as I thrust the rest of the way into his tight heat. Finally, he mumbled incoherently, grabbing at me.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that,” I teased, giving the shallowest thrust possible.
He made a strangled sound. “Move. I need you to move.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” I said again, snatching another kiss before rocking back on my heels once more.
I pulled nearly all the way out and slammed back home.
It only took a few times until I was dizzy with the need to come, and by the way JD was clawing at the sheets, me, whatever he could hook his fingers into, he was right there with me.
“Fuck, baby boy. You feel so goddamn good,” he moaned, finally reaching for his cock.
“Uh-huh.” I gripped his legs, pushing them toward his chest, sliding a little deeper and changing my angle just enough to cause JD to start shouting obscenities again. I gripped the pale, freckle-speckled muscle and thrust into him with all I was worth. “Jesus, these fucking thighs.”
His hand sped up, and then he was coming with a shout they probably heard two counties over.
His ass became a vice I didn’t ever want to leave as I pushed through the tight muscle again, once, twice, three more times until my release overwhelmed me.
The sculpted muscles of his thighs were still twitching as I gently lowered his legs to the bed and pulled out, holding the condom in place.
By the time we finished cleaning up and collapsed back onto the bed, the sleep that had eluded me before was waiting to drag me under and I now had two things to look forward to in the morning: the flower shop opening and waking up in JD’s arms.