12. Jake
Jake
It’s taken everything inside me to control myself with the way Victor’s been touching me. The looks he’s been giving me. I don’t know if he wants more than just sleeping beside each other tonight. But I do. I want him.
Not just for tonight, but forever.
I can’t even believe I’m thinking this, but he’s perfect and everything I want. Why wait any longer?
We step inside the elevator and as soon as the door slides shut my lips are on his.
He doesn’t resist. Instead he opens his mouth, allowing my tongue entrance.
My hand goes to the back of his head, my fingers slipping through the short tendrils of his hair, holding him in place.
Victor lets out a groan that I fully swallow.
“I want you.” I pull apart from him long enough to say. “You can tell me no if you don’t want the same.”
“The answer is yes. I want you, Jake. Now, always.”
The last word is said softer but I still hear it. He feels the same as me.
Quicker than I wanted, the elevator doors slide open, and we step out onto our floor. I take his hand in mine and practically drag him to the room.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the key, almost dropping it as I scan it, fumbling to open the door. All I can think about is Victor and making him mine. Completely. To know what it’s like to fuck him, taste him.
We step inside, our arms wrapped around each other. The door clicks shut behind us. I step back, loosening my tie, my eyes never leaving him.
“I’m asking one more time. Do you want to stop?”
“No. All I’ve thought about tonight is you. Naked. Inside me.” Victor’s tongue trails over his lower lip as he gazes at me with want.
“Is that why you were looking at me with hunger in your eyes? Did you think I didn’t notice? That no one noticed?”
He swallows, his Adam’s apple rising and falling.
“Maybe I was. But can you blame me? You’re handsome, caring, and you’ve been constantly on my mind since sitting down in front of you at that café.”
I step closer to him, the heady scent of his cologne wrapping around me. “Take off your shirt.”
It wasn’t a request. Not quite an order. More dominance than anything. I may be shy, awkward even, but in the bedroom I want control.
He takes his time, slowly unbuttoning his shirt before letting it fall to the floor. I’m on him in an instant, placing my hand on his chest as I step into him. With each forward movement, he takes one step back until he’s standing with legs against the bed.
“All I’ve thought about is you. How well you fit in with my family. How much I want you.”
"Yeah," he says, his voice rough. "Was that what you were thinking when you grabbed my ass in the elevator?"
I laugh. “I didn’t see you protesting.” My hand slides down his bare chest, drifting over the edge of his pants.
I don’t stop there though, I keep moving lower until I’m cupping his cock through the denim material.
He’s already hard. I massage his dick through his pants, while leaning my body against his. “Do you want me to suck you off?”
“Yes,” he moans.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He moans as I undo his pants. “I need an answer.”
“Yes.” His voice is husky.
"Good. Because once we start, I’m not stopping unless you tell me to.” His hand reaches out, cupping my cock through my pants.
I lift my finger, waving it back and forth. “No touching until I tell you.”
Victor pulls his hand back as I push his pants and boxers down, until they’re pooled on the floor around his feet. He stands before me with his hard shaft, precum beading on the tip, and all I can do is lick my lips because I’m so eager to taste him.
“Sit on the edge of the bed,” I command. I kneel in front of him, and carefully remove his shoes and socks, then his pants. “Lean back.” He does as I say, placing his palms on the bed. I don’t waste any time.
I take hold of his cock, stroking the shaft slowly as I gaze at him. His breathing has quickened and I know I’m affecting him as much as he is me. Opening my mouth, I lick up the length of his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip, tasting him for the first time.
The deeper I take him into my mouth, the more he whimpers and moans, his hips bucking in perfect sync with me. I increase my speed, quickening then slowing, teasing him. I want him to come, but not yet. Not until his ass is mine.
“Fuck, Jake, I’m going to come,” he cries out.
My plan to make him wait disappears and I take him deeper into my mouth as my hand caresses his balls.
Then he explodes, his cock twitching as he shoots ropes of warm cum down my throat, and I swallow every single drop of it.
“Delicious,” I growl, reaching down to adjust my dick before standing.
“I want to taste you,” he says standing up from the bed, causing me to take a step back.
He reaches out, slowly unbuttoning my shirt and I let him, wanting to see what he’s going to do. My ex never initiated anything, always letting me be in control. This is nice. Him taking charge.
He slides my shirt over my shoulders, letting it slip down my arms and fall to the floor at my feet.
Next he slides his hand down my bare chest, cupping me through my dress pants, squeezing my dick.
It was already hard; now I’m beyond that, if it’s even possible.
More like a rock statue. My hips jerk forward, pressing into his hand more.
“Please,” I beg, my breath heavy. “Touch me, baby.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me to.
” His tongue glides across his lips as his fingers work to undo my belt.
Once he has, he unzips my pants, then shoves them and my underwear down my thighs in one single fluid motion.
My cock springs free, precum glistening on the tip as it slaps against my abdomen.
He wraps his hand around it, stroking it, letting his thumb swipe over the head spreading the precum along my skin.
“Look at you, Jake, already dripping for me.”
He drops to his knees, taking me into his mouth without warning. I place my hand on his head, my fingers slipping through his hair. His tongue caresses the underside of my shaft as he takes my cock further into his mouth, until his nose reaches the base of my length.
He peers up at me through his thick lashes as his cheeks hollow while he sucks me off.
“Fuck Victor, don’t stop.”
He laughs around my dick but doesn’t stop. He bobs his head faster, taking me deeper into his mouth. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex that I know I’m not going to last long, and this isn’t the way I want to come. I want to be inside of him.
“Get up.” He stops, his mouth popping off my cock, leaving a trail of saliva from my shaft to his lips.
“Is something wrong?” I can see the panic on his face.
“Stand up, put your hands on the wall.” He does exactly as I say as I make haste stepping out of my clothes and shoes. I don’t need any restrictions.
If I had planned better, I would’ve brought lube, but I didn’t. Sex was not on the BINGO card for this weekend.
I step up behind him, using my feet to spread his legs wider.
“I don’t have lube, so I need to get you ready,” I whisper into his ear before sucking the lobe into my mouth, using my teeth to bite gently.
“Fuck me,” he growls.
I take my fingers into my mouth, sucking them, coating them with my saliva. Victor needs to be prepped before I fuck him.
Before I can do anything, Victor reaches around with one of his hands, grasping a cheek to pull them apart, giving me a prime view of his glorious hole. I drop to my knees, wanting more first, changing my mind on how I’m going to proceed.
“Hand back on the wall,” I tell him.
I replace his hand with mine and spread his cheeks, and lean in, my tongue already out as I lick around his entrance. My tongue presses in, pushing past his resistant muscles. He squirms, moaning loudly, and I grip his hips to keep him still.
“Fuck, Jake,” he cries out.
I reach around his waist, taking hold of his hard cock, stroking it as I continue to eat his ass. He’s so turned on that I’m not fearing him taking my length any longer.
“I want your dick inside me, please,” he begs, and fuck, I want that too.
I release my hold on him and stand up, using my feet to spread his legs wider. “Step back and bend over just a little.” I run the tip of my finger around his tight hole, slowly sticking one then two fingers inside of him, scissoring them to spread him wide.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans.
“Are you ready for me? Do you want my dick, baby?”
“Yesss,” he draws out.
That's all I need. I spit into my hand and then grasp my hardness, stroking it slowly from base to tip then place my swollen head against his wet puckered hole.
“Tell me what you want, Victor.”
“I want you to fuck me, Jake.”
“Relax for me baby.”
I push into him slowly, filling him inch by inch until my hips meet his ass. I stay there for a moment, letting him accommodate my size as I grip his hips, my fingertips pressing firmly into his flesh.
“You feel me inside you, Victor? You’re mine now and I’m never letting you go.”
I pull back, but not completely out of him before slamming into him again. My hips move in a steady rhythm, that has us both moaning with every thrust. His hole is so tight and clamping down on my shaft. I’m not far from coming, but I want him to come again.
“Take hold of your cock and stroke it. I want you to come with me inside of you.”
He doesn’t hesitate, doing exactly like I requested like a good boy.
I thrust into him, increasing my speed, desperate for a release.
"Harder," he begs. "Please.” My sweet Victor is so needy.
“Come for me,” I growl.
The words are barely out of my mouth when he comes undone, and that’s all I need.
His head falls back onto me, and I thrust harder into him.
My ass clenches as I still inside of him, my orgasm taking over me.
I don’t pull out of him; instead I stay firmly seated in him long after my orgasm subsides.
I kiss along his shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay,” he says.
Then it hits me. I didn’t wear a condom. I didn’t ask him if he wanted me to. Not that I had one to put on, but if he wanted me to wear one, I wouldn’t have fucked him.
“Victor,” I say softly.
“What? Are you regretting this?” he asks in a panic.
I slowly pull out of him, my cum dripping from his ass, and I turn him around so he can face me. I lift my hand, cupping his cheek.
“I’ll never regret this. But,” I hesitate. “I didn’t wear a condom. Didn’t even ask you. I’m clean, but I can get checked if you want me to.”
“I’m clean too. And it’s okay. I trust you. Feeling you inside me, without a barrier, was amazing.”
“Good. Because we’re not done tonight. I want you again, but first I need to clean you up so you can rest." I kiss him softly on the lips, tasting myself on him then guide him over to the bed. I’ll be right back.”
I rush to the bathroom, pulling a washcloth off the rack and wet it with warm water. I clean myself up first, then rush to the other room to take care of Victor. He’s just standing by the bed where I left him.
Cleaning him quickly, I pull back the blanket, and we both crawl underneath it. He rolls onto his side, melting his body against mine as he rests his head on my chest.
“Victor.”
“Yes.” His warm breath dances along my bare skin.
“Will you be my boyfriend? I want us to be official, and I can’t risk losing you to someone else.”
“You can’t lose me. You’ve owned me since the moment I laid eyes on you. I’d love to be your boyfriend.”