Hank
Jamie was small, but he wasn’t soft. When I cupped his ass and lifted him up against me, he was hard. Everywhere. His ass flexed in my hands, tight and muscular, and his chest was unyielding against mine.
Best of all, though, his grip on my neck was hard enough to bruise, heating the blood already rushing south.
I pressed him against the wall, just reveling in all the new sensations of a man’s body against my own. He’d been worried tonight, when that blonde hostess had turned out to be my missed connection. But how could she ever compete with this?
No one had ever felt so right in my arms.
In my life.
Jamie and I just fit, and we had from the very first text message. If I hadn’t been so closed off to the possibility of loving a guy, we could have gotten here sooner.
Now, there was no going back. Not for me. I was in love with Jamie. Had been for weeks, even if I hadn’t realized it.
Jamie wrapped his legs around my waist, squeezing tight, and I grinded against him, groaning into his mouth.
“Oh god, Hank,” he said, voice breathless with wonder.
Hell, yeah. I wanted to hear him say my name again. While begging. While crying. While coming.
I spun, dropping him onto the bed. He gave a startled squeak and laughed, face bright and beautiful against the navy blue sheets.
I fumbled with my buttons, before getting frustrated and yanking my button-down off over my head. Jamie laughed, sounding delighted.
“You’re a gorgeous man,” he said. “I could look at you all night.”
I grinned as I unbuttoned my pants. “But hopefully we can do more than look.”
He held my gaze for a minute, everything there in his eyes for me to see. Love. Longing. Need.
“Anything you want,” he said, reaching for the button of his jeans.
“I want to undress you,” I said.
He stilled his hand, swallowing hard as I shoved down my jeans and boxer briefs. For a minute, I was naked in front of him, fiery red hair up top and below. I watched his gaze skim over my chest and stomach, down to my thighs, cock heavy between them, and up again.
A blush colored his cheeks as he swiped a tongue over his lips. “I never thought this would happen.”
I crawled onto the bed, dipping down to kiss his nose. “You and me both.”
He gazed up at me, eyes full of emotion. “You’ll tell me if you need to stop?”
“Of course. You’ll do the same?”
“I don’t ever want to stop.”
I kissed him hard, plunging my tongue into that sweet mouth as he moaned, and reached for his jeans. I unbuttoned them, unzipped, and delved my hand inside to curl my fingers around the hot length of him.
His dick was slender, like him. I held the weight of it in my hand, feeling out his shape and texture, the skin silky soft over a core of hard need.
“I want you so bad,” I said, nuzzling into his neck as he gasped. “You really have no idea how badly I need this.”
My cock was thudding with my pulse I was so aroused. Precum welled on the tip, and sparks shot through me every time I moved and my cockhead brushed against the fabric of his jeans. Yet I couldn’t seem to stop kissing him long enough to take off his damn clothes.
I grunted with frustration when his shirt got in the way of me tasting every inch of him. With a snicker of amusement, he unbuttoned his shirt, spreading it open for me. His skin was mostly smooth, when just the faintest strip of hair running down his lower stomach. His nipples were pink and called to my mouth.
I nibbled on one, then the other, making him arch up toward me with a gasp. “Fuck!”
I grinned against his skin. “Yeah? You like?”
“Y-yeah, but…” He shoved my head down his stomach, and I got the idea. There was somewhere he wanted my mouth even more badly.
I trailed kisses down his stomach, stopping at his navel so that I could unbutton his jeans. Jamie sighed with relief as I stripped him bare, and his cock swung up to slap his stomach. Fuck. That was a seriously sexy sound.
My mouth watered as I gazed at his length, flushed a dark pink that matched his nipples.
He stared up at me from glazed-over eyes. “Very much a guy, huh?”
“Yeah,” I said. “My guy.”
He relaxed beneath me. “Yeah. Your guy. So, how do you want me?”
I considered that. I was new at all this. Jamie could probably teach me a lot. But I was enjoying his body too much to give it up just yet.
“Right where you are is good.”
I dipped down, pushing his legs apart, so I could wedge my shoulders between them. Jamie drew in a sharp breath as I pressed a kiss to his inner thigh.
“I’m new at this, so don’t judge me too harshy,” I said.
“Never,” he murmured.
I nuzzled his balls, hesitantly licked at them, eliciting a few soft swear words that made me smile, then moved up to run my nose along his shaft. He smelled like musk and soap, clean skin, and desire.
My mouth pooled with saliva, and I decided to put it to use. I slipped my mouth over the tip of his dick.
Jamie groaned, deep and gravelly, no mistaking that noise as anything that would come from a woman. My stomach flipped, and I suddenly wanted more sounds, more moans and cries.
I opened my mouth and took his first few inches in. Jamie kept up a beautiful soundtrack of pleasure as I sucked his dick.
It was a lot more pleasurable than I’d expected. Not that I didn’t think I’d like it, but… why had it taken me so long to try it? I loved the weight of his cock on my tongue, the tastes, the smells, the way he quivered beneath me.
“H-Hank,” he gasped. “I might come if you keep going.”
I pulled off. “Would that be bad?”
“I want to touch you too,” he said, a plaintiff note in his voice.
Well, I loved him, so I supposed it was only fair to let him have his fun, too. I dropped onto my back beside him. “Okay, sorry. I was being seflish.”
“Hardly.” Jamie scrambled on top of me, swinging a leg over my waist and bringing his ass down right over my hard cock. His mouth locked over mine, swallowing my moan of pleasure.
Jamie grasped my shoulders, squeezing and stroking his way down my arms, then up my flanks to my chest. He dug his fingers in, testing my muscle, and rocked his ass deliciously over my aching cock.
“Jamie,” I protested as he sucked a kiss to my neck.
“Yeah?”
He squirmed over my cock again, pushing me perilously close to the edge. I grabbed his waist, holding him still. “You’re driving me crazy.”
He smiled impishly. “Oh, am I?”
I raised my eyebrows, reassessing my new boyfriend. Apparently, he was more devious than I’d realized.
“You’re doing it on purpose, huh?”
His smiled. “No?”
I grabbed his waist and rolled him beneath me, pinning him to the bed. “Well, now I have to get even.”
“Oh, no,” he said with a laugh, eyes bright.
His joy was infectious, and soon I was laughing with him. I’d never been playful in bed, and especially not with my cock straining with a desperate need to come.
But who could resist Jamie’s smile? Love practically shot out of his eyes like two laser beams, but I knew I must look the same.
I rubbed against him, intending to tease him as he’d teased me. Jamie reached for his bedside table, retrieving some lube. He lowered his hand between us, slicking both our cocks, and suddenly my playful rutting turned desperately serious.
“Jamie,” I said, voice strained. “I might…”
“I know,” he said, rolling his hips up, thrusting his cock against mine, hands splayed over my back, encouraging me to move. “Keep going. Come on me. I want to feel it.”
My hips kicked into high gear, thrusting and rutting, until I hit that sharp precipice and teetered there on the edge of coming. I’d never really done this with a woman. Just rubbed all over her body until I couldn’t take it anymore. But there was something incredibly intimate and primal about it. Jamie’s body beneath mine, his mouth hanging open as he panted for breath, his eyes glazed with passion.
“Hank,” he gasped. “Kiss me?”
I took his mouth hard, the wet heat of his tongue exactly what I needed. I came hard, cock pulsing onto his belly. He cried out against my lips, his cock jerking beneath me as he came too.
We shook through the powerful orgasm together, breathing hard as we rode out the waves of pleasure.
When Jamie’s breathing grew labored, I realized I was squashing him. I rolled to the side. “Damn, that was good.”
Jamie propped himself on his side, lips curled into a smile. “Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.” I tugged him over my chest, not even caring as our cum smeared together, and kissed him again. “In fact, let’s shower and then go do it again.”
He laughed. “Are you one of those guys?”
“What guys?”
“Hot for it all the time?” Jamie asked.
I considered. “I haven’t ever been before, but…” I waggled my brows. “None of my partners were my perfect match. So, we’ll see.”
“Good answer,” Jamie said, pecking another kiss to my lips before rolling out of the bed and holding out his hand. “Come on. Shower, and then I’ll show you how good I really am with my mouth.”
A curl of warmth unfurled in my groin, but I was nowhere close to ready to go again. Hopefully, a few minutes in the shower would fix that problem, because I was suddenly very interested in all of Jamie’s talents.
I rolled out of bed and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”