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.
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