Chapter 19 #2
As great as it was when he took the lead, I also loved that he didn’t feel the need to take over.
Even though our approaches, our paces, hell, our everything, were drastically different, he at least seemed to enjoy when I led just as much as I did.
More than that, though, he didn’t make me feel like I was doing something wrong or like I was scrambling—and failing—to keep up.
I deepened the kiss briefly before having to come up for air.
His eyes were gloriously glazed as we alternated between teasing presses of lips and more breath-stealing kisses.
It didn’t take long for the kisses to amplify in intensity.
We’d be making out like teenagers except for one, make that two, notable distinctions: we weren’t touching nearly enough and we were wearing way too much clothing.
Considering I’d missed out on the whole teenage-makeout experience thanks to my lovely demi-disinterest, I planned to remedy that right fucking now.
“Mmm, yeah. This isn’t gonna work for me,” I said, pulling out of the latest round of deep kisses.
JD blinked at me in confusion, his stunning eyes still dazed and his lips puffy.
Before he could come too much out of the haze, I yanked my shirt over my head and dove right back into kissing him.
I smirked against his mouth and swallowed his startled grunt with satisfaction.
“Fuck, Marc,” he gasped, breaking away to suck kisses along my neck. “Can I touch you?”
“You fucking better.” Hot dayum, I sounded practically feral. A feeling that solidified when JD glided his large hands over my shoulders and down my back. “God, that feels good. More,” I demanded, arching into the touch and angling his head to recapture his swollen mouth.
His hands were everywhere I wanted them to be and nowhere I needed them.
Then his palm brushed over my straining erection and I nearly catapulted off the couch.
I sucked in air while I fought back the urge to blow from that one small glancing contact.
When I was moderately sure I had myself under control, I met his quiet, inquiring gaze.
He raised an eyebrow and plucked at the button of my shorts with his fingernail.
I nodded. “Green. Holy fucking shit, limelight hydrangea, green gladiolus, bells of Ireland. All the fucking green.”
He snickered and recaptured my mouth, then made impressively quick work of freeing my dick.
I counted it a miracle that I didn’t explode the moment he wrapped his hand around my shaft, though you’d never know it by the obscene groan that crawled out of my throat.
I thrust into his tight grip, snatching at his lips as best I could.
But it wasn’t long before that wasn’t enough either.
I was borderline sell-a-kidney-on-the-black-market desperate to touch him.
“Me too,” I panted, reaching for his fly, hesitating barely long enough to check in with a look. The mirth shining in his eyes almost made me regret it.
“What’d you say?” he purred as he leisurely stroked me from root to tip, then twisted around the head, snatching stray drops of precum to help with the glide. “Bells of Ireland? Don’t suppose that’s your flower?”
“No,” I grumbled, but he’d basically said green, so I set to work undoing his pants.
“Is it the hydrangea one, ooh, or maybe the glady-thing?” he continued guessing, still stroking me like the evil asshole he was.
“Gladiolus. And stop trying to guess my flower name. This is difficult enough without you distracting me.” At last, I won out over the stubborn button and wrangled his shorts enough out of the way to access my goal.
My nerves were right there, ready to make me hesitate, so of course JD picked up on it.
His hold on me gentled, and he leaned forward to place a sweet kiss on my forehead. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, baby boy.”
My moan was definitely more of a whine. I did want to. I wanted to so fucking much. “What if I do something wrong?” I risked meeting his gaze, and the tender expression in his eyes ‘bout knocked me off my axis.
“Pretty sure you won’t, but I promise to let you know if I don’t like something. Red, yellow, green. Remember?”
I licked my lips and nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Come here.” He curled a finger, and I leaned into the kiss waiting for me.
There weren’t words to express how relieved I was, not just about the kissing or that he’d returned to leisurely stroking my dick, but that we were still here, that he was still here.
Despite all my missteps and floundering and nerves, he hadn’t given up on me.
He still wanted me. Hopefully, as much as I wanted him.
I slid my hand over the straining cotton of his briefs and drank in his stuttering breath.
As if sensing I’d be more confident with the continued distraction, he didn’t relent.
It wasn’t until I slipped my hand past the elastic and wrapped my fingers around his length that he had to break the kiss.
He tilted his head back with a gasp while I familiarized myself with a dick that wasn’t mine.
I kissed along his neck, marvelling at the scratch of his evening beard on my lips, and liberating him with exaggerated care.
While he was struggling to find his breath, I also took the opportunity to see what exactly I was working with, and Christ on a cracker, he would be proportionate.
What the hell were they feeding these giants up north?
“Something you’d like to say, Weathers?” By the teasing lilt in his voice, there was no doubt in my mind what he expected me to comment on.
“Absolutely not. Pretty sure your ego needs exactly zero help in that department.”
Jesus, I loved the playful light in his eyes. “But what if it needs stroking because people always assume that?” His breath caught as I tightened my grip slightly and tugged.
“Oh, I can still help with the stroking.” I kissed the smile on his face and took my sweet ass time sliding my hand up and down his length as he gave mine the same treatment.
He moaned into the side of my neck, his hips lifting into my touch. “I-I have an idea if you’re up for it.”
I nipped at his ear. “I think the up part is a given,” I said, thrusting into his firm hold with a snicker. “But you’ve had decent ideas so far.”
“There’s lube in the outside pocket of my duffel bag,” he said between snatched kisses. “Grab it and you’ll see.”