Page 38 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

Slater wiggles his hips, his ass jiggling and bouncing with the motion.

His crease and hole are glistening with my spit, and his hole is pink and a little puffy from being teased by my tongue.

I use my thumb to spread the lube around my two fingers, then stroke them over his hole.

He jolts immediately, his hole fluttering and clenching under my touch, his low moan muffled by the pillow.

He thrusts his hips back towards me eagerly and I do it again, petting his hole with my slicked fingers the same way I did with my tongue.

While I tease his rim, I let my eyes wander over him, taking in the breathtaking, masculine fucking beauty of this man.

His baseball cap managed to survive our groping skirmish to get undressed and is still perched backward on his head.

His shoulders and back are all lean, defined muscles that bunch and flex with every twitch of his hips and every panting breath.

His ass cheeks are round with the slight layer of fat over the granite glutes he’s been working on for weeks now at Sweat, and every inch of him is dusted with soft blond hair that’s almost invisible but easy to feel under my palms everywhere I touch him.

His deep groans echo through the bedroom as I stroke and tease until his hole relaxes enough for me to ease a finger inside nice and slow.

It’s like I told Silas, I’m no stranger to ass play, but there’s one feature of the male ass that I’ve been eagerly imagining getting familiar with.

I stroke my finger in and out a few times, drawing gasps and moans from Slater’s chest, and then I crook my finger in search of his prostate.

It’s easier to find than I expected, fleshy and throbbing inside of him.

As soon as I brush over it, Slater practically jumps out of his skin, jolting forward and clenching hard around my finger.

His whole body trembles, and he moans so loudly that it makes my cock ache and twitch.

“Holy fuck, bro, do that again.” He pushes up onto his hands, rocking back onto my finger impatiently. “Oh fuck, right there.”

I rub and stroke the spot, fucking my finger in and out of him until he feels relaxed enough for me to add a second. His inner muscles clench hard around me, and he whines and gasps.

“Too much?” I start to slide my fingers out, but he clenches hard again like he’s trying to hold me inside of him and shakes his head.

“Not enough,” he says. “I’m so close. I… fuck, I need your cock now or I’m not going to make it.”

I moan and my cock twitches eagerly again.

My balls have been heavy and tight since we fell into his bed together, but knowing he’s just as close makes them feel even achier.

I keep working my fingers in and out of him slowly while I fumble the front of my jock down below my balls so my cock swings free.

I reach for the condom with my free hand, tearing it open with my teeth and rolling it down my shaft with shaky fingers as sweat beads on the back of my neck.

I slip my fingers out of him carefully, leaning over him to brush kisses along the back of his shoulders and down his spine.

“All that stuff you said before? The stuff about being obsessed and wanting to be around me all the time?” I murmur against his skin, my heart thundering so loudly I can barely hear myself talk over the sound of it in my ears. “Me too.”

He makes a sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan as I line my cock up with his soft, slippery hole.

“That might be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me before taking my ass virginity,” he says.

I nip playfully at his shoulder, and then I roll my hips and press past the tight ring of his outer muscles.

The laughter dies on his lips, turning into a deep, needy groan that rocks through me just as intensely as the clench of his ass around my cock does.

I want to take my time, give him the chance to adjust so I won’t hurt him, but Slater has other plans.

He rocks back into me, taking me all the way inside in a single thrust. His round, muscular ass cheeks press up against me and my balls swing against his, still trapped inside his jock.

I just stare at the sight of us joined for a second, my brain short circuiting from how fucking hot and perfect and right it looks and feels to have my cock buried deep inside Slater’s ass.

I moan and pull out, digging my fingers into his hips and then thrusting back into him.

The bed creaks underneath us, and his bedroom fills with the sounds of slapping skin and our panting breaths and horny grunts and gasps as we find our rhythm.

I try a few angles until I find the one that has my cock dragging over his prostate with every thrust. I fold myself over him, licking and sucking his skin like the addict I am as I fuck him hard and deep and wild.

Slater pants my name over and over, making me feel like I’m king of the goddamn world every time I fill him up, stretching his hole, touching places deep inside where no one else has ever been before.

I shudder and growl and nip at his shoulder blade, that caveman part of my brain desperate to mark him and claim him as mine.

A thousand little moments rush through my mind as I drag my hands over him, teasing his nipples and circling his belly button as I suck bruises down the length of his spine.

Images of his smile burst in my brain like fireworks, the sounds of his laugh and his moans echo in my memory, almost as loud as the moans falling from his lips right now.

I slide my hand inside his jock, and he wails my name louder as I wrap my fingers around his cock. He’s dripping with precum, the whole length of his cock slick and harder than I’ve ever felt him before, throbbing in my grasp.

“AJ, I can’t. I’m so close. Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.

” He cries out, thrusting faster and harder onto my cock, his inner muscles tightening around me until I see stars.

Then he lets out another moan and starts to pulse around me, his cock spasming in my hand, spilling hot, wet ropes of cum over my knuckles and into my palm.

I bite down on the back of his shoulder and give in to the orgasm that’s been building inside of me since I entered him. My balls draw up tight and I start to pulse in time with his clenching, throbbing orgasm, my whole body shuddering with the waves of pleasure that rock through me.

We rock and grind and gasp, riding the endless wave of pleasure until both our bodies give out. Slater collapses onto the bed with trembling limbs, taking me with him. My softening cock slips out and we both whimper. I roll onto my side so I won’t crush him, then I pull him into my arms.

He tugs his hat off and tosses it aside so the bill won’t hit me in the face, and I nuzzle into the crook of his throat, breathing in the smell of his sweat and the sex filling the room. He makes contented noises in his throat and reaches back to stroke his fingers through my short hair.

“Sleep here?” he asks in a rough, dry voice.

I kiss the side of his throat, feeling his pounding pulse point against my lips, and I nod.

“Couldn’t get me out of here if you tried.”

He chuckles and nestles into me, wiggling his ass against my soft cock and letting out a happy sigh.

Seriously, best first date ever.