Page 70 of Show Me
I’d grabbed ahold of the top of his jeans and started to drag them down to mid-thigh when a flash of bright pink stopped me in my tracks.
“Fuck,” I whispered and blindly reached out to set the camera in my hand on the top of the washer, not even caring when I almost knocked it off.
I’d assumed the waistband I’d been feeling seconds ago was attached to standard issue briefs.
It wasn’t.
Jesse had on a jockstrap. A hot pink jockstrap with stripes and lace detailing, and never in all the days of my life did I for one moment think I’d be into something like that, but holy shit was I.
I blew out a measured breath, my pulse pounding in my throat at the sight of his ass as I tugged his jeans the rest of the way down.
“Say something,” he whispered, and then louder, but so hesitantly it made me ache, he added, “I was all out of clean underwear. I can…you can take it off me if you don’t like it.”
Fuck, I’d made him self-conscious. “Shh. I love it,” I murmured and hoped he could hear the sincerity in it inside that metal drum.
I dropped down to a crouch just behind his ass, running my fingertips up the inside of one knee, a thigh, and over the curve of his bottom until he shivered.
When I made it to the seam of his ass and caressed lightly over his hole, Jesse jolted, banging something inside the dryer.
“Sa—Jake, whatever your name is, that’s not—”
I spread his cheeks and buried my face between, flicking my tongue lightly over his entrance. I’d done it to girls before, but it was a hundred times sexier tasting Jesse. He moaned and wiggled, and I grabbed him by the waist and held him still, thrilling in the size difference between us. I got the appeal now.
“Wait,”he cried, and I froze. “This wasn’t part of the scene, you don’t have to—” The needy wiggle of his ass came in defiance of what he’d just said.
“You want me to stop?” I rubbed my thumb against the muscle until it gave the tiniest bit, and a harsh intake of air sounded from inside the machine. I kissed his left asscheek, then swept my lips lightly over his entrance and gave it a kiss, too. “You just tell me and I’ll stop. But otherwise, I’m gonna keep licking and sucking this pretty hole until it’s ready to be filled with my cock. That sound all right to you?”
“Jesusfuck.Y-yes? I mean yes.Yes.”
“Good.” I rubbed soothing circles over one plump cheek and then the other. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Oh fuck.Oh fuck.”Jesse started up with a chorus of curses as I got back to work lapping and sucking every bit of skin I came across with the same kind of focus I’d dedicated to studying the football team’s playbook. Except his moans and gasps were even more rewarding than a completed pass or touchdown. I tried to read the shifts and twitches of his body and adjust accordingly to maximize the pleasure.
Reaching beneath him, I found the front of his jock soaking. I stroked him lightly over the fabric until he writhed in his attempts to chase the friction of my touch, and I was forced to pause and yank my own zipper down to give my aching dick some breathing room.
Sliding a hand beneath the fabric, I popped his dick out as I tugged his balls with the other. “I’m trying to be patient and take care of you first, but you’ve got me so fucking turned on right now I can hardly bear it.”
“Please,” Jesse moaned. “Just do it. I want it so fucking bad. I’ve wanted it for so long.”
It was all mixed up in my head now, what had been in our plan for this scene and what hadn’t. I knew I’d gone off track a few minutes back, let slip out the things I’d never said to another human in my life and probably never would, but they’d been right on the tip of my tongue as I knelt behind him, and all I’d had to do was just open my mouth and let myself have exactly the kind of crazy fantasy sex I wanted with him.
But even in light of all that, the plea in Jesse’s voice when he told me how bad he wanted me buried inside him rippled through my body and rang through my mind like the percussion wave of a gong being struck.
I jammed a hand in my pocket so fast the friction from the denim almost singed my thumb. After fishing out one of the packets of lube I’d stuffed in there, I shoved my jeans lower on my thighs and sank back on my heels, then tore open the packet too eagerly and spilled half the lube on the floor. The rest coated my hand, which shook a little as I pressed between Jesse’s cheeks and smeared it around his hole.
I needed to stretch him, I remembered that much. I circled my thumb around his rim and had to grab the base of my dick to keep it in check over the way his muscle contracted and pinched with my touch. And when I finally pressed inside and got my first hit of searing heat clamping down hard on my thumb, I was the one to groan.
Jesse rocked himself on my thumb, then the two fingers I inserted while I watched, mesmerized and anticipating that same intense heat sealed around my prick.
“Sammm,” Jesse wailed, and I didn’t need any more encouragement. I smoothed a hand up his gorgeous back and positioned my tip at his entrance after getting it nice and wet by running it up and down his crack. My dick was as charged as a lightning bolt and in dire need of something to strike.
That first inch inside Jesse was a kind of ecstasy I’d never experienced before. I had a big dick, that was just straight-up fact, and it had never, ever been inside something as small and tight as the ass in front of me. Perfect heat cinched around my crown, and I stuttered out a lust-dazed cross between a curse and a moan. My eyes would’ve rolled back in my head if they weren’t so mesmerized by watching how I disappeared inside him.
Keeping a hand on his ass to prevent him from sinking down on me all at once like he seemed inclined to, I pushed deeper slowly, reveling in the liquid fire that coated my shaft until his cheeks were flush against my abdomen.
“Oh fuck yes,” Jesse whispered when I eased out halfway and gathered up a jockstrap in each hand. “Use me just like that.”
Fuck.