Chapter 32 #3
My dick is suddenly not just interested but fascinated, dribbling precum that Jamie laps up with his tongue. The finger slips out again, and I groan in frustration. The next time it returns, a second finger comes with it.
For the first time, I feel the slightest bit of stretch as my body makes space for Jamie.
But it isn't painful or humiliating, it's just...
sensation. As the two fingers return to their dance – in and out, deeper and deeper – I can feel myself ease, letting them slip all the way in.
I'm rewarded by another brush against my prostate, sending chills through my entire body.
His mouth has backed off me now, for which I'm grateful. Otherwise, I'd be shooting down his throat before long. Instead, he's focused on me – on my responses, on my body as it opens for him.
When a third finger slips in, I feel my body push down involuntarily, fucking onto his fingers, trying to fill myself while he tries to maintain restraint.
For a fleeting moment, I feel exasperation that I've been missing out on this my whole adult life.
The feeling disappears immediately when I remember it would never have been this good, have meant this much.
“Babe, please. I'm ready for you.”
Jamie looks at me, and only now am I aware of how affected he is by this. His lips are pink, his eyes wild.
“You sure? Do you have a condom? I can just get you off like this.”
Shit. Of course I don't have a condom. I wasn't exactly planning on doing anything other than nursing a broken heart here in Vegas.
“Do we...do we need one?”
This is not the time for this conversation, I know that. These decisions are best never made in the heat of the moment. Still, it was a conversation I'd thought about having time and again back in January, when it felt like we had all the time in the world.
“I mean...I know you're on PreP, and I haven't been with anyone else since August, and I was tested in September and January..”
His eyes open wide at this.
“...August?”
Whoops. I didn't mean to let that slip. Still, he seems to make his decision.
“Me either. Not since September. On PreP. Tested. Negative. I'm up for it if you are.”
I pull his head down to me, kissing him deep and filthy.
My body, which had cooled a bit from our conversation, heats right back up.
Jamie pushes down his shorts and fumbles with the lube, coating himself in it.
He brings the head of his cock up to my entrance, bringing his head down to me and kissing me again.
Slowly, so slowly, he pushes forward into my body.
A rush of breath leaves me as I feel him enter.
I hold myself back from pushing down on him, trusting him to set the pace.
As he enters more deeply, his lips flutter over my face and neck, distracting me from the stretch.
Before I know it, his hips meet mine and he is seated fully inside of me.
He pulls his face back, just an inch or two, to look into my eyes.
“Are you...ok?”
Okay?
“I'm fucking fantastic. Can you please move?”
He laughs, pulling out slowly before entering again. He's prepped me well, and all I'm aware of is the smooth slide of skin on skin. I wrap my thighs around his hips, bringing him even closer to me.
As he sees my comfort, feels my body loose and relaxed underneath him, he speeds up his thrusts, adding a whole new layer to the experience. His dick is brushing my prostate with every move and my skin breaks into a cold sweat.
“Please, please, Jamie.”
For the first time, he seems to lose his tight control over himself, thrusting harder and faster, brushing against my prostate with each stroke.
He leans down to kiss me, and suddenly the sensations change.
No longer is he gently grazing my prostate, no, he’s hitting it insistently over and over.
My dick is rubbing against his abs and his tongue is in my mouth and it’s all I can do to grunt before coming, the stickiness spreading between us.
Jamie gasps, opening his eyes to meet mine just as he begins to come, the warmth flooding my hole.
As he finishes thrusting, he braces on his elbows, his head hanging low, forehead grazing my shoulder.
It’s clear the only thing keeping him from going fully boneless is the thought of the cum drying between us.
With a deep breath, he pushes up, kissing my cheek along the way.
He heads to the bathroom and I treat myself to the view of his bare ass walking across the room.
Before long, he’s coming back, a few washcloths in hand.
He wipes down first my stomach, then his own.
The way he gently strokes me makes me feel… precious.
His eyes meet mine as his hand comes to rest on my hip.
“Can I clean you up?”
For a moment, I’m confused, wondering what he thinks he’s been doing. Then I realize what he means, what he’s asking of me.
“Of course.”
I roll to my side, pulling my top leg up to expose my hole to him. The position should feel humiliating, or at the very least vulnerable. But as Jamie gently cleans me, all I can feel is…loved.