3. Shane
CHAPTER 3
SHANE
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jon purrs against my hip as his hands push up under the back of my underwear to grip my ass. He kneads the skin, licking across the waistband of my briefs.
For a straight guy, Jon seems to have no hesitation about me making him come. He even took my finger like a champ, and I wanted so desperately to give him more. It was all over too quickly.
If he gets too close to my cock and is no longer into this, that’s okay. It’s happened before, in the past, when I’ve screwed around with guys who were curious. When it came to getting them off, they were fine, but reciprocating was too much for them.
I sucked Jon’s cock because I wanted to. Because I wanted to taste him. Because I craved it. It wasn’t about what I could get back from him.
My briefs are pulled slowly down my thighs, and I hear Jon’s soft intake of breath. I push up on my elbows to look down at him and watch as he examines my jutting cock. I’m nowhere near as big as he is, but I’m fully erect and reveling in his attention. Jon’s eyes trace the drops of pre-cum that are rolling down my shaft. He stares at me for so long, I worry he’s having second thoughts.
“You don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for,” I tell him gently, running my hand through his short-cropped hair. I want him to know I’m serious. “You don’t owe me anything. I liked sucking your cock.”
I watch a visible shudder move through his body and land at his cock, which twitches. He’s half hard already, which is a pretty impressive turnaround time. Hell, if he doesn’t feel up to this, maybe he’ll let me show him the joys of frotting. The idea of his big hand wrapped around both of us, my cock rubbing against his as he jerks us both until I’m covered in his hot, sticky mess, has my tip leaking profusely.
“You’re so wet for me.” The words are mumbled so quietly, I’m not sure they were even meant for my ears.
Then he dips down and licks me from root to tip. I moan at the hot, wet pressure of the flat of his tongue laving over my cock. He groans, and I can feel it in my toes when he wraps his lips around my head and slowly takes my cock into his mouth. He doesn’t try deep throating me, but that’s okay. It’s an acquired skill.
Jon’s hands grip my ass, squeezing and spreading my cheeks as he works my cock to the best of his ability. His mouth is so hot, and I’m practically foaming at the mouth just watching him suck me.
“So good,” I moan and widen my thighs when he pushes his wide shoulders under my legs. My ass lifts off the bed, and he’s holding me like a dish of his favorite food. His mouth works me over so enthusiastically, I can’t hold back my whimpers and cries for more.
Jon goes too deep and makes himself gag, then pulls off so he can take a few deep breaths.
“Is this okay?” He asks, and the mix of lust and vulnerability in his expression is heady. “You’ll tell me if I do something wrong?”
“There’s nothing you could do that wouldn’t feel good, Jon. You’re doing so good. I’m so close. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you should probably stop,” I say with a small laugh.
“I want it. I want to drink you down like you did me. I want to taste you.”
He looks down at my spread legs, my ass propped up on his big thighs. His hands move to the backs of my thighs, and he nearly bends me in half to see me better. I know what he’s looking at, and it has me so needy, I’m dripping a pool of pre-cum onto my stomach while my ass clenches on air.
“ Fuuuuck , you’re so pretty here, baby,” he moans, using his thumbs to spread me open. “I want to taste all of you.”
My gasp of surprise is followed by a garbled moan as Jon presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to my hole. His tongue teases my rim, and when I cry out, it encourages him farther. He licks and sucks me until my hole is soft enough for his tongue to push inside.
God damn, for a straight boy, he’s rocking my world right now. He’s so fucking into it, and his enthusiasm makes it even hotter. I’m rocking my hips against him, fucking myself on his tongue.
More. I need more.
“Fingers,” I beg. “Please, Jon. I need to feel you inside me.”
While this is certainly not what I intended when I dropped to my knees in the kitchen, I’m desperate for whatever he’ll give me. His tongue, his fingers, his cock. Oh, god, I want to be fucked into the mattress by this big, gentle giant. I want him to split me in two and fuck me so good, I’ll be ruined for the next fucking rugby player that walks my way.
Jon sits up and wets his fingers like I did before. He keeps his eyes on mine as he pushes one in. There isn’t much finesse, but it’s not my first rodeo.
“More,” I tell him.
I hiss as he adds a second thick finger, and the stretch is so good, I want to hurry him into a third.
“Lube?” I ask, because I’m going to need so much more from him before he’s done.
He pulls his fingers out of me and leans across my body to the bedside table. His cock is fully hard again, pressing against the back of my thigh. My body twitches to feel all of him.
Jon hurriedly rifles through the end table, throwing a few things on top as he digs through to find his lube. A couple of books and magazines, a journal, a jar of change, several pens, and a handful of condoms come out before he finds what he’s looking for.
“Is this okay?” His voice is shaky and unsure.
“It’s fine,” I pant, wriggling with impatience. I take the bottle and pour some onto Jon’s hands. He makes sure his fingers are coated before pushing inside me again with those same two fingers. His other hand wraps around my cock, and I make sounds I might be embarrassed about later. The lube is the warming kind, which is an entirely different sensation. It feels like my dick is getting the best massage of its life, and heat spreads down my skin and inside me.
I arch off the bed when Jon hooks his fingers inside me and brushes my prostate.
“That’s where it is,” I hear him mutter, again probably not for me. It’s almost clinical. But he does the same motion again, and again, until I’m crying for more. Jon tentatively adds a third finger and slowly pushes it inside.
“Shane,” he pants. “You take my fingers so good. Your ass is sucking them in. Mmphf .” He makes a sound like he’s the one getting a prostate massage, and my cock gives a warning pulse that clenches my whole body. “Fuck, I felt that,” he rasps, watching my ass as he pumps his fingers inside me.
“Just imagine what it would feel like to have your cock inside me,” I taunt.
He freezes and his face flushes dark red. “Fuck,” he wheezes.
“Do it,” I tell him, reaching over to grab one of the condoms he tossed out of the drawer. I check the expiration and rip it open.
Jon hasn’t moved, and I’m not entirely sure he’s breathing.
“Shit, I’m sorry. That was too much. I didn’t mean—we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
He blinks back at me, and I swear his crystal blue eyes are piercing right through me.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He asks incredulously. “I almost came on the spot just thinking about it. I want you. It. To do—it. Fuck. ” He takes a breath. “Yeah. I want to.”
I sit up and switch our positions, so Jon is sitting back against the headboard. I grin against his mouth as I kiss him, not giving a fuck that his tongue was just in my ass.
“I want you to feel me from the inside out, Jon. I want to clench down on your cock when I come for you.”
Straddling his hips, I roll the condom down his long, thick cock and then position myself over him. I lick into his mouth, kissing him deeply before pulling away. My eyes lock on his as I slowly start to sink down.