but his voice came out firm. “I think we should stick with the original plan. You wouldn’t take advantage of me when I’m so helpless, would you? What kind of roommate would that make you?”
Reaching around, I flicked open the button on his fly and lowered the zipper. He whimpered when I squeezed his erection. “This hard dick says you like my idea better, so I think we’ll stick with that. It’s not taking advantage if it’s something you want, is it?” I gave his ass a smack when he didn’t answer immediately.
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