Page 71 of Show Me

I snapped forward, driving into him, letting his cries become my focus and guide my tempo. Otherwise I’d have lost it in seconds. He didn’t seem to be having too much trouble handling me, which was a huge relief. So to speak.

I’d kind of mapped out in my head what I’d expected to happen, and what I thought fucking him would feel like. Pleasure? Yeah, I’d anticipated heaps of that, but what I hadn’t counted on was it expanding beyond my cock and becoming a full-body experience.

All of it—the affection I had for Jesse and the desire, the way he made me feel when he smiled at me, and the deep, pupil-blowing lust I felt when I looked down at him, along with the pleasure unfurling in tremor-inducing tendrils that reached the deepest parts inside me—had me dizzy and overwhelmed.

And just when I thought I was going to lose it, I pressed my splayed hand into his lower back, halting him as he rocked back to meet my thrust.

Before Jesse could question my momentary pause, I was on my feet and hauling him from inside the dryer to plant him on top of it instead.

“Wha—” he started, and I cut him off with a kiss. His warm palms came up to cup my jaw on either side, and his tongue moved with mine like he’d been ready and waiting for the invasion. Craving it, even.

I fumbled with his jeans, tugging them the rest of the way off without breaking the kiss, and then squeezed between his thighs. He let me tilt his head back and kiss down one side of his neck and up the other until I made my way back to his lips.

“I know this isn’t what we planned, but I didn’t want to end like that,” I murmured against his mouth. “Wanted to be able to see you, kiss you while fucking you.”

“The video…”

“Fuck the video.”

Jesse nodded mutely, lips softly parted as he braced his palms on the dryer and spread his legs wider, exposing himself to me as I leaned back.

I pulled him off the edge of the dryer, cupped his asscheeks, and lowered him onto my cock. There was no denying the rush I got out of seeing his tiny ass impaled on my dick, that tight ring of muscle stretched wide around it and the flare of heat in his eyes every time I thrust.

He looped his arms around me, our mouths and teeth by turns clashing and caressing as we writhed against each other, chasing the friction in every place we touched.

Jesse cinched his arms and legs tighter, harsh breaths puffing close to my ear and mixed with these little growls and encouragements and endearments that made me feel drugged.

“Sam!” The warning squeeze came suddenly, and I froze mid-thrust as Jesse whispered in my ear, “Someone’s here.”

We’d accounted for the whereabouts of all our roommates, but that didn’t mean they stayed where they were supposed to. We held still, listening to movement in the kitchen and Mark and Chet’s voices.

“They probably won’t stay long.” The words were hardly even a whisper. I nodded to show I’d heard.

My dick didn’t understand our intermission, though. It throbbed insistently inside Jesse’s tight passage, and I couldn’t help a tiny little thrust that made him dig his fingers into my shoulders. His gaze shot up to mine, eyes wide and lips kiss-swollen and tempting.

Carefully, I swiveled us around and propped him against the wall adjacent to the door. Through the crack, I could see Mark and Chet moving around in the kitchen making a snack as they chatted idly.

Jesse clamped around my dick, and a shudder ran through me, the pleasure intensified by my attempts to hold back.

I mouthed a curse, then put a finger to Jesse’s lips as I pulled out and drove back into him, slow and deep.

His body melted against me, and he sucked on the tip of my finger, back arching from the wall as I gripped his hips tighter and changed the angle. One of his hands flew up, clapping over his own mouth, and my finger within it, as he exhaled noisily through his nose.

I shot another gauging glance into the kitchen before moving inside him again. Mark and Chet seemed plenty preoccupied, though, and I couldn’t wait. Resting my forehead against his, I slid my grip to the back of his thighs and held him open for the hard, shallow thrusts I unleashed.

My lips brushed the back of the hand he had clapped over his mouth, and he let it fall away to drape around my shoulder once more. His mouth brushed incidentally over mine as we both fought to keep our breaths quiet, and somehow the exchange of breath that came along with it was more intimate than a kiss, more intimate than my dick inside him and his body wrapped around mine. A thunderhead of pleasure gathered inside me and let loose all at once. I probably bruised the backs of his thighs squeezing them in place of crying out as I shattered.

I hated that I couldn’t make any noise, that he couldn’t hear how wrecked I was, but maybe he could see it on my face.

When the last tremor of orgasm had faded, I slid free of him and kept right on going down to my knees. His mouth opened—maybe to protest, maybe to make demands—but a shake of my head reminded him to be quiet.

Gripping him by the base and examining the rosy hues and thick veins, I stretched my tongue out to capture a drop of fluid from his tip.

The contrast in feeling between sucking Jesse’s cock and what I’d done on a dare years before was so vastly different it almost seemed like I’d been two different people. Maybe I had been. Or maybethenandnowwere in constant flux along a greater timeline of experience. Maybe both experiences could live alongside each other, valid in spite of their differences—maybe evenbecauseof their differences. Maybe there was more to my sexuality than a one-off blowjob, and I could be both the guy who hadn’t enjoyed it back then and the guy who was currently living for the way Jesse’s fingers knotted in my hair as I sucked him.

Maybe Iwasthe kind of guy who needed some time for a bond to form. Or maybe Jesse was unique on his own.

I didn’t know for sure, but I was absolutely certain that what we were doing together felt right. Felt good. Felttruefor me in a way nothing else had. And I didn’t want it to end.