Chapter 23 #3
“You don’t have to say anything, but I’d love to see you try it on.” I want to hurry him to see what else is in the bag, but I like his expression too much to say anything.
When he pulls the jacket out, a few things come along with it, and fall into his lap. He jumps, surprised, and then his eyes glimmer, heavy with emotion.
I don’t resist the urge to comfort him, and I pull him into a one-sided hug. I don’t force him to keep checking his gift when he lays his forehead against my chest.
“No one has given me anything in a long while.” His hand is still curled around the jacket, and he brings it to his chest as if it’s something precious, as if he’s afraid it might vanish if he lets go.
My heart aches for this man, gorgeous inside and out. “Do you want to try them on?”
He uses his hand to swipe his cheek, and then raises his head, and with a small shy smile, he nods.
I watch him dig into the bag, his eyes sparkling with every new item, and I want to give him more and more.
I want to give him everything. It’s hard to imagine not caring for Jay, this sweet, lovely boy in need of a safe place, in need of someone to care for him.
What kind of man was that prick, that he could put him in a situation where he was forced to sell his body.
His loss, though, is my gain.
Excitedly, he spreads everything on the sofa, and then mixes and matches until he’s happy with the combination.
I expect him to take one to the bathroom and come back after he’s changed, but instead it seems like I’m getting an unplanned striptease. Oh, damn if the thought doesn’t leave me breathless and as hard as steel, and I haven’t even seen anything yet.
The room is only illuminated by the lamp on the small table next to the sofa, lighting the room in different shades of warmth, and in the middle of it there’s Jay, strong, charming, and mine.
He turns around and pushes his trousers down, exposing his boxer-clothed backside. He sways one way and then the other, teasing me while exposing more and more of his body to my eyes. I enjoy every single movement he makes.
When the trousers reach mid-thigh, he lets them go and then gently untangles his feet, one at a time, making even that look erotic. Once they’re off, he reaches sensually for the new pair I bought, and I watch as his sock-covered foot slides into the jeans. I wish they were my hands.
I made him mine before, so the way he tastes and the way his skin feels under my hands is a memory living rent free in my mind. But I want more, so much more. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of him.
I want to take off the jeans as soon as he does up the button and raises the zipper, but I’m quickly distracted by his hands grabbing the hem of the T-shirt and pulling it up.
His chest, smaller compared to mine, and those rosy buttons that I love torturing, are there in full view for me to touch if I just lean towards him.
Instead, I keep myself in check, because no way in hell am I stopping the show. Not even my hard dick, pushing against my jeans since he placed his hands on the waistband of his trousers, can stop me from admiring this side of him. A side that’s only for me.
When the old piece of clothing lands on the sofa, Jay lifts the new one and tilts his head with a flirty grin. “Will it fit me well?” His laugh is half tempting and half earnest.
“Angel, it’ll be perfect on you.” I let my eyes do the talking, and I love to see the confidence coming back in his movements. I love even more how he shivers when the light fabric rubs against his pebbles on the way down to rest on his hips.
“You are a dream, Angel.”
He shakes his head and looks at me from behind his lashes, making all my blood go south.
The space between us becomes an inferno when our eyes meet.
“Let me help you get out of those clothes.” I stand, because nothing is going to stop me from taking him to bed.
Pulling him close, I lean in to take his lips in an all-consuming kiss.
In my need for him to know how much his presence messes me up, I put my hands on his arse, and then follow the curve of his cheeks until I reach the point where they meet his legs, and pull him up against me, letting him feel how hard I am for him.
As soon as we’re on the same level, he wraps his legs around me, and I place a hand on his lower back to push him flush against me.
“Someone is eager.”
“Angel, if it was up to me I’d keep you naked in my bed forever.” I wink at him.
“You can have me naked now.” He teases me and I love it.
“Let’s get horizontal.”
“I love the way you think.”
“Good.”
Jay leans in and bites my lobe, before following the shell of my ear and making my cock fill a bit more. He blows some air on the wet skin, and then whispers, “I can’t wait to have you deep inside me.”
I falter in my step, my brain and my body filling with lust, and my dick screaming to be set free then and there to please our man.
“Babe, be careful.”
“Angel, you’re looking for trouble.”
He leans back and slides a hand between us, until he reaches my erection. He presses his palm against it, making me see stars. “Hi, trouble,” he says before squeezing it.
My eyes cross, and my mind fogs with the need to make him mine. My strides get bigger and bigger to meet my dick’s needs.
Once we’re in Jay’s room, I drop him on the bed, and before he can bounce I’m on him.
Pressing his body against the mattress, I find the hem of his shirt and slide my hands in.
I go straight to his sensitive nipples and pinch them, hard enough to make him moan but not enough to cause real pain.
I play with them, changing from pinching to rubbing, and then squeezing them until his arse rises from the bed so he can rub his hard cock against mine.
I remove the T-shirt, and then move down his chest to caress every inch of skin, still teasing him by scraping my nails gently, and I’m rewarded with a whimper that has my cock vibrating with need.
I won’t last, so I reach the button of his jeans and then go to my knees to remove them with his boxers. I pull his legs up one at a time and remove his socks.
His naked body is finally there for me to take, so I lean in for a quick kiss and then pull back again. I reach for the drawer and pull the condom and lube out, and drop them on the bed next to Jay’s hip.
I scoot down a bit more, until my mouth is level with his cock, and without ceremony, I take him in.
I lick his tip, tasting his precum and spreading it all over it.
Then I engulf him again, and hollowing my cheek, I push down until half of it is inside my mouth.
I use my hand to wrap around the rest, and then I bob up and down in quick movements, to bring him to the brink as fast as I can.
“Haden…” I love the alarm in his voice, because he’s where I want him to be, pushing his hips up to go deeper.
I allow him a few strokes, but then I remove my mouth, and he grunts in displeasure.
“Babe, I need more.”
“Soon, Angel,” I say, while opening the lube and squeezing a drop onto my fingers.
I warm it up and when I’m happy, I push his legs up and spread them wider with my shoulders, exposing his beautiful arse to my gaze.
“Oh, Angel, you’re beautiful everywhere.” I don’t give him time to reply. I just lean in again and take him in my mouth, while I circle his hole with my fingers, smearing the lube against his skin.
I love the sound of his moaning, and how he moves to force me to breach him, but I tease him more, until his hand threads in my hair and he grips it trying to force me to take more.
I allow him to push my head down, and his moan of pleasure fills the room. I hollow my cheeks on the way up and breach him with one finger until it’s all the way in. I don’t stop, and bob up and down while I move my finger inside him.
When his pucker relaxes a bit, on the up stroke I push two fingers in until it’s too tight to move.
His groan is a mix of pain and pleasure, but his hand doesn’t let me go.
I release his cock and rest my cheek on his abdomen, using my tongue to lick it from base to tip, teasing him and making him growl.
“More,” he orders me, and I chuckle at the bossy tone.
I love this side of him, unapologetic and demanding. What they did to him could have broken him, and in some ways it did, but though the fire inside him was dimmed, it was never put out.
Instead of using my words to reply, I use my hand and mouth.
I thrust my fingers in and out, scissoring them until I can move them easily, all the while using my tongue to lick Jay’s cock from top to bottom, and my teeth to scrape at the hair around it, loving the way he thrusts into the air looking for more.
The grip on my hair is getting tighter and tighter as his desire rises.
I pull my fingers out and he growls again, but this time I don’t make him wait. I push three fingers in, until I can’t move.
Jay goes rigid for a moment and I stop.
I use my hand and wrap it around his cock, and in a long movement I take him in. I nearly gag when he pushes in, but I put my hand on his hip to stop him from going too far. From how much his legs are vibrating, I know he must be close, and the last thing I want is for him to come.
I want to be deep inside him, and feel him coming on my cock.
I remove my mouth from him, and focus on opening him up.
Jay hasn’t touched me yet, but I’m at my limit, just from having his taste on my tongue and my fingers buried inside him. Unconsciously I rub my dick, still clothed in my jeans, against the mattress, my libido reaching the highest temperature and ready to explode.
I’m probably going to come as soon as I put it in, but he’ll be so close to the edge that I’ll make sure he comes with me.
I push my fingers in and out, going a bit further with each new thrust until I can move a bit better, and only then do I look for his prostate and hit it with every passage of my fingers.
“Oh gosh.” That’s the only thing Jay’s able to say, but those words are too much for me.
I want him babbling my name in broken notes, until he comes screaming it at the top of his lungs. Shame we have to be quiet.
I keep going until the muscles of his abdomen are quivering, and his breath is coming in fast bursts of air. I pull away and rise up on my feet, then I remove my shirt and throw it away. I don’t believe it’s even landed on the floor by the time my trousers and boxer do.
I put on the condom with lust-trembling hands.
Then I approach Jay, still lying on the bed and sucking in quick breaths, like a predator approaches his prey, and I love the way Jay’s breath catches in his lungs.
I’m on him before he can beg me to take him.
I slam my mouth on his, and take everything he has to give, and while we’re still connected I push his legs onto my shoulders, my hands on either side of his head, and rub my dick against his hole.
“Angel, I’m making you mine forever.” Again I don’t wait, and I push inside him until I’m buried to the hilt. Only then do I stop to give him time to adjust, and give time to myself so I don’t come on the first thrust.
Jay bites my lips, and orders me, “Move.” And then licks my lips before saying, “ I want to be yours, forever.”
His words spur me on and I surge in, taking more space inside him. Then my only focus is to bring Jay over the edge.
His hands come to grip my wrists, as if he needs an anchor to not fly away.
There are no words coming from him, only grunts and whimpers, and after a handful of thrusts inside him, he’s coming.
“Babe, I love you.” The last word is more of a sob than an actual word.
“Angel,” I scream against his lips, when after a couple of hard thrusts I’m coming as well.
Nothing has ever felt as good as making love with Jay.
I pull out of him, and let him fall back on the bed. I remove the condom, and after I tie it, I make sure it ends up inside the bin. Then I search for my shirt, and use it to clean Jay, making him shiver with every touch. I lie next to him and pull him into my arms.
“Babe, you make me so happy.”
“So do you.”
He snuggles up to me, and I’m in heaven.
“Are you okay?”
“Never been better.” He kisses my chest, next to my heart, and makes it skip a beat.
I reciprocate by kissing his head and tightening my embrace.
We’re still breathing hard, and our skin vibrates from the pleasure, when he pushes his face against me and gently bites me. “Thank you for buying me clothes,” he murmurs against my skin.
“No need to thank me,” I say, landing a peck on his disheveled and sweaty, wet hair.
“I prefer your clothes, though.”
“Angel, I love seeing you in my clothes. I’ll have to burn yours if you start wearing them more often than mine.”
His laugh is like the fizzy bubbles in a champagne glass, and I close my arms around him more. “I’ll be burning them with you.”
“I love you, Angel.”
“Love you too, babe,” he says, kissing my chest.
I laugh this time against his hair, and then we fall silent, as if the need for words is no longer necessary.