I thought this day would never come.
He's mine. All mine, 100% no-holds-barred in the eyes of god and the world...mine. God, I can't even explain how beautiful that is. He's standing there, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips, hair down and damp around his shoulders, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with a look on his face that I can't even describe as he stares at me.
It's love and lust and adoration and awe...I'm pretty sure I have the same expression on my face as I prop myself up on my elbows in the bed and tilt my head, smiling at him from under my brows in that way that I know turns him to jello.
"Hey.." I whisper, letting my eyes drag slowly down the length of him.
Sure enough, he can't hide the shiver that runs through him. I love that, love how easily I can make him want me, need me, have to have me. It's only fair...he does it to me all the time. Like, every time I breathe.
I bite my lower lip, knowing it'll draw his eyes there and make him groan. And it does. "Come here..." said soft and low, never taking my eyes from him. Damn...he is so beautiful, especially so when that slow burn starts in his eyes and I just know that I'm about to have my fucking world rocked. Yeah, come here baby...
And there's that look that turns *me* to jello...his eyes narrow, licks his lips slow, towel gets thrown to the floor and he's stalking across the room towards me...such intensity as he crawls up the bed, over me, pushing me back, dragging his tongue up the side of my neck to my lips and swallowing my moan.
God, he makes me forget how to breathe, tongue tangling with mine, hands sliding up my arms to pin my wrists to the bed above my head, rocking against me and making me whimper into his mouth...he loves making me whimper for him.
He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine, staring down at me, rocking his hips into me, his tongue licking at my gasping lips. That's another thing he loves...watching what he does to me, seeing and drinking in every little reaction he can drag out of me. It's become a little game, I try my damndest to *not* react, he does everything in his considerable power to make me give him what he wants...he always wins, but really, I win too.
"Do you love me, Adam?" he whispers against my mouth, damn him keeping just that hairsbreadth between our lips when he knows I'd sell my soul right about now to taste him.
"You know I do..."
He just smiles, rewarding me with a nibbling kiss that doesn't begin to satisfy the soul-deep craving that's eating me alive. "Do you want me?"
I can't help the groan that escapes me, try as I might to hold it back. "God yes..."
"You're mine..." he pauses and a smile that radiates pure joy curves his delicious lips. "You're mine." Saying it like he can't really believe it. I know the feeling, baby.
"Yours..." I gasp and arch as his fingers slide inside my boxers to curl around my throbbing cock. "God...only yours, Jay..." I hiss as he strokes me, maddeningly slow. I could come right now, in his hand, staring into those beautiful blue/gray eyes...but I won't. Not yet...god not yet...not even close.
He smiles down at me, a sexy, wicked smile that is enough to make me shiver and moan. "Tell me what you want."
"You..."
He chuckles low, leaning down to lick along my jaw and give my chin a nip. "No...tell me what you want..."
God, I can't even form a coherent thought, let alone verbalize the need that's raging inside me. Damn him...love him...need him. Now.
He squeezes my cock, thumb rubbing slow, tight circles around the head, dragging another moan from my lips. But that's not what he wants..."Tell me, angel...tell me..."
"Please..." I gasp, biting my lip hard and arching up into the hand that is slowly driving me out of my mind.
He catches my lip in his teeth and bites it for me. "Please, what? Come on, baby...tell me..." His other hand sliding down my arms and into my hair, tangling there and arching my head back so he can work his magic on my throat, ripping more incoherent moans from me.
"Jay...god...please..." I'm whimpering and writhing, fucking his hand and praying he'll realize that I'm not being coy, I *really* can't speak...
Next thing I know, his tongue is trailing down my chest. Oh god yes...please...that's what I need...keep going...
He pauses at my nipples, releasing my hair so I can look down at him and he smiles as his tongue dances circles around one nipple while his fingernails scrape the other. God..."Do you want my mouth on you, Adam?"
Thank god...mercy...I nod helplessly, hips bucking up into the hand that is now stroking ever faster. "Yessss...." Please...fuck wanting it, I need it...
He lowers his lashes and begins the trek lower, my eyes slamming shut on a moan as his tongue dips into my navel, playing there while his hands tug down my boxers, tossing them aside so I am now as naked as he. It's how I always want to be, pressed flesh to his flesh, nothing between us but love and need and forever.
And, oh god yes...his breath fans softly, hotly across my cock, blowing lightly, teasing me, the bitch...love him. Please god, Jay...gonna die if you don't put your mouth on me...
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(Jay narrates)
How did I ever get so goddamn lucky? Look at him, see that need in his eyes? See the way his body is silently begging? I did that...that's all me, making this gorgeous man crazy with wanting what only I can give him. I think that's almost better than sex itself. Almost.
I make sure and keep my eyes locked on his face...I love this part most...the first touch of my tongue is always the best for him. And there it is...the gasping, broken moan, the eyes clenching shut, those beautiful lips falling open as I slowly drag my tongue from base to tip, his hips bucking up so sharply he almost unseats me and I chuckle under my breath, hands on his thighs, holding him down.
He can only take a few minutes of that before I can sense he's getting too close...not yet, angel...not quite yet. I'm nowhere near done with you...
Hands on his lean, narrow hips, I turn him onto his belly, watching him pull a pillow under his head, clutching it as he turns to look back at me, eyes so dark and so needy...I know what you need, baby. I know.
I smooth my hands up his hips, up the elegant curve of his back, sliding up his body to kiss his cheek, my cock nestled snugly against that perfect ass. He sighs softly, eyes fluttering closed and lifts his hips up and back, silently telling me what he wants. Oh, I know what you want, Adam...but first...
I close my eyes and begin to work my way back down, tongue trailing lightly down his sleek spine, feeling the shivers that ripple through him as, I'm sure, he realizes exactly what I have in mind.
"Oh god..." he moans so low I can barely hear it. I smile to myself and dip my tongue just at the top of his ass, drinking in the violent shudder that shakes him.
I slide one hand up his back, then drag my nails back down...another hard shiver. He loves that. I'm looking up at him as I lightly dig my fingers into his hips, lifting them ever so slightly and then slide my open mouth
down...
down...
there.
And god, it's like I touched him with a live wire, his entire body stiffening and a sharp cry escaping his lips. I will never, ever get tired of making my Adam just crazy with desire. My tongue swirls lightly, fingers kneading gently as he shivers and moans, his own fingers fisting in the pillow beneath him, burying his face there for a second then, as I dip my tongue inside, his head arches back, and I can't help but reach one hand up into that gorgeous, pagan spill of golden waves spread across his sleek back as I continue to work my tongue in and out.
Finally, his whimpers and moans and my own need take precedence and I crawl up over him, licking my way up his back to bite gently at his nape, nudging my cock against the crack of his ass. He practically shoves his hips back, silently demanding I fuck him. When have I ever denied my baby anything?
Reaching over to the bedside table, I grab the lube, still kissing and licking at his neck and shoulder as I slick my fingers down, over and inside him, wasting no time in slicking up my cock as well, then dig my fingers into his hips, lifting him roughly to his knees.
God I love the sounds he makes, non-sensical, incoherent pleading sounds of pure need as I slide the tip of my shaft against him, teasing for just a second before lowering my own body over his, whispering in his ear how much I love him, then sliding home in one long, deep, sure thrust.
So this is what heaven is like...and if it's not, I don't want to go there.
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(Jeff narrates)
I don't think I can do this. I don't think I have a choice. Not that Nick wouldn't stop if I asked...just that suddenly my voice doesn't seem to work. And his open mouth on my throat is making me crazy. I think he knows it too.
The hotel room door shudders on its hinges as we slam back against it, his hands impatiently tugging at my shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to whip it over my head then his mouth is back on mine and I again forget my own goddamn name as he devours me.
His intensity is almost frightening...almost, but mostly just insanely hot, like everything about him. Suddenly he breaks the kiss and backs away from me, those sharp dark eyes locked on me as he backs towards the bed, staring at me while slowly unbuttoning his shirt and ripping it off and god...I really can't breathe now.
He's absolutely stunning...like some fucking fallen angel or something, hair as black as sin spilling over his broad shoulders, eyes black with desire, body a carved statue of some Greek god come to life. Then he turns towards the bed and my heart leaps into my throat.
Angel wings....he has fucking angel wings. Oh my god, for some reason I can't explain those beautiful tattooed wings spreading across his wide, golden back are the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life, my belly clenching hard with need. He really *is* a fallen angel...and he's gonna be mine if I can just quit shaking and let him.
He turns back to face me, hands on the waistband of his pants now, and a seriously wicked smile curving his gorgeous mouth. One hand comes up and he crooks a finger, silently calling me to him. I can't even pretend to resist, swallowing hard and moving to stand in front of him, locked in that dark gaze of his, trembling with an anticipation and nervousness I can't hide and his eyes go a little soft.
"I won't hurt you, Jeff." he whispers, one finger brushing lightly over my lips.
"I know." I do, too....even though I barely know him and probably shouldn't even be here right now, I'm not afraid of him. I'm more afraid of the unknown. I should tell him. "I...I've never...I'm a..." Damn, can't get the words out, but looking at him, I see that he understands and his eyes are wide.
"Never at all, or never with a...guy?"
I just gotta stare at the floor. Why did I even say anything, he never woulda known..."Never."
He doesn't say anything for a long second, then I feel his fingers under my chin, lifting my face so I hafta look at him and...oh my, there's some serious tenderness going on in his eyes.
Then he's leaning down to kiss me and I swear I could care less that I've never done this before...I know the mechanics and jesus, I want him to get on with it! But he doesn't seem to be in any rush at all.
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(Nick narrates)
A virgin. Oh man, now there's a responsibility I wasn't expecting. I mean, yeah he's awfully young, but as pretty as he is? And as worldly as he portrays himself to be? Nah, virgin was the last thing I expected outta those lips.
Still...it's hot. Something about that gets the caveman in me all riled up. The whole fresh, untouched, where no man's gone before kind of thing is really sexy as hell...oh Jeff, I'm gonna make this so good for you, little boy...gotta give him a good first impression, ya know.
And I swear, if he doesn't stop looking at me with those wide, innocent (and now I know *how* innocent) green eyes, I'm gonna forget all about being a gentleman and just have my fucking way with him. Better distract myself and get my mind off ravishing and onto showing him just what he signed up for when he came back to my hotel room.
Heh. Satisfaction guaranteed, baby.
I slide my hand back into his hair and tug him closer, dropping my mouth down onto his for a softer, gentler version of the kisses we were exchanging just a few minutes ago. Yeah, he responds so sweetly, little soft moan in his throat, tongue dancing out to touch mine lightly, pressing himself closer against me. And I just realized that he's got *way* too many clothes on. Need to remedy that asap.
I sit him down on the bed, trying not to smile at the way his lips cling to mine and he actually lifts up just the slightest to maintain the contact as I pull back, finally breaking the kiss and looking down at him. Whoa, he is so beautiful...I don't think I've ever seen anything like him before. It's not the ethereal, almost painful beauty of Adam, but more of an impish, elvin quality Jeff has, all wrapped up in a just outrageously sexy package.
His shirt is already on the floor by the front door, and I hafta pause and let my fingers brush lightly across that wide, barely tanned expanse of his chest. Who knew pale could be so sexy? On him it is, just adds to that fragile thing he has going. He shivers lightly at my touch and I drop to my knees in front of him, our eyes almost level where he sits on the edge of the bed.
"Lay back."
He hesitates just for a second and I growl a little, gentle pressure on his chest pushing him onto his back. I can feel him shaking as my fingers travel down his belly to the waistband of his pants, ever so slowly unbuckling the belt and then lowering the zipper. I don't immediately pull them down, instead I let my fingers play there, just around the open fly of his pants, grinning to myself when I realize that, like me, Jeff is going commando.
He lifts up onto his elbows to look down at me, nervousness warring with lust on his beautiful face and I have to smile reassuringly as I curl my fingers in the waist of his pants and begin to tug them down. He gasps just slightly, lifting his hips to assist me, and in the next instant he's naked and I'm, quite honestly, drooling at the sight before me.
Man, I swear I dunno why he makes me feel so soft inside, I really shouldn't be feeling anything but the need to fuck him right now, instead I'm sittin' here like a fucking Shakespearian hero staring at him like I wanna love him forever. I just might, too. Whoa...ok, we're just gonna forget I even thought *that*, k? Yeah...as I was...
I give him my trademark wicked grin as I lean forward and touch my tongue just barely to the tip of his cock, grinning wider at the broken moan he lets out, his head falling back, chest heaving as he tries desperately to draw a full breath. So fucking responsive...it's killing me!
I know better than to spend too much time on him there, much as I might like to spend the next couple hours just sucking and licking and worshipping that beautiful cock...he ain't gonna be able to hold out very long if I keep it up. And color me selfish, but I want his first real orgasm to be with me buried as deep as I can inside that gorgeous, tight little ass.
Lube in hand, I quickly shed my own pants and then, still kneeling on the floor in front of him, catch him behind his knees and push his legs up towards his chest, leaving, oh my...leaving that gorgeous ass just spread like a fucking buffet in front of me. I hafta smile...that's the most beautiful ass I've ever seen...and it's about to be mine. Oh fuck yeah...
I give him a teasing little lick there and he slams his fists onto the mattress, clutching at the comforter.
"Nick..." he hisses, shaking wildly.
"Easy baby...easy..." I ease one lubed finger against him and feel him tense, resisting. I don't want to hurt him, but he's not relaxing as I massage gently. Sitting up on my knees, I capture one swollen, sensitive ball in my mouth, sucking gently. Oh yeah, that does it...he immediately switches focus from my finger to my mouth and my slicked up digit slides easily inside.
He whimpers and stiffens again, and I feel his muscles fighting against the foreign feeling of my finger inside him.
I kiss the back of his thigh lightly. "It's ok...just relax, baby...shhh..."
He moans a little, hips shifting as he tries to do as I instruct. "Nick...I don't...I can't..."
"Yes you can, you can...easy, breathe, Jeff, just breathe and relax, there ya go...easy..." using the gentlest tone I can and distracting him as much as possible with my mouth on his cock and balls.
Finally he seems to have adjusted and is breathing more normally, even rocking his hips slightly to show me he's okay now. I take a deep breath, slide my finger out, only to replace it with two this time, slowly and as gently as I can, but again he stiffens and his body naturally resists the added pressure. And that's genuine discomfort in his whimper right there.
Much as my cock is throbbing with the need to be inside him, I don't rush him, knowing that if he's gonna enjoy this half as much as I know I will, he's gotta be prepared...
Finally, after what seems like forever, I've got him rocking his hips on my fingers, whimpering in pleasure, not discomfort, little mewling, pleading sounds escaping him on every thrust. He's as ready as he's gonna be, and I slide up over him, shifting him further back on the bed so we are sprawled out together, chest to chest, his long legs wrapped lightly around my hips.
More lube gets slicked onto my cock and I slide down to just barely press against his opening. He stiffens again and I kiss the corner of his mouth lightly, whispering soft, meaningless nothings to him as I rock my hips slowly, not pushing, just tapping against him there.
He relaxes and gradually begins to rock back against me and I give a sharp thrust, pushing past that first, resistant ring of muscle and hold myself there, struggling to control the urge to bury myself fully inside him as his body ripples around the head of my shaft, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I kiss him more firmly, distracting him and as I do, begin to push further forward, swallowing his whimpers and gasps, giving him my own groans as I sheathe myself fully inside his incredibly tight heat.
My god...I break into a sweat at the effort to keep from moving, giving him time to adjust to the invasion, kissing him all the while. But Jesus, it's torture waiting for him to give me a sign that he's okay...his fingers digging into my back, those rippling muscles milking around me...I'm gonna die if I don't move.
So I do, slowly, gently, withdrawing just a bit then back in. He hisses his breath through his teeth, but, watching his face closely, I don't see pain, just some discomfort and a lot of nervousness, his eyes clenched shut.
"Look at me...look at me, Jeff..." I whisper against his mouth, and he obeys, eyelashes fluttering up and my belly clenches hard at the look in his eyes...lust and awe and pleasure and shock...I don't think my little southern belle was quite prepared for the reality of this.
Well, I'm about to show him that reality...in all its glory. Now if I can just keep my heart from falling into his hands like it wants to, I'll be good...
