to get old. Maybe because we saw each other in person so sporadically. Maybe just because sex with him was always so, so good. Whatever. We were in my bed now, his hips between my thighs and his lips skating up the side of my neck, and I loved every second of it.
He was still nervous in bed sometimes, but he was a lot surer of himself than he’d been in the beginning. When he kissed, he didn’t hold back. When the clothes came off and we were fooling around like we were now, he tried new things. Sometimes he’d ask first, like he had the first time he’d wanted to finger me while he went down on me. Other times, he’d just go for it, like nibbling my earlobe or running his tongue around my nipple. I loved it. The confidence, the attentiveness, the way he was so eager to find new ways to turn me on, and the way he’d grin whenever I shivered or my breath hitched.
I gently rolled him onto his back and started kissing down his neck, then his chest. He grabbed handfuls of the sheets and squirmed—he had to have learned by now what it meant when I started kissing on that trajectory—and knowing he was coming unglued from anticipation, I was instantly so turned on I could barely think. With every soft kiss I trailed down his chest and belly, my own body tingled with need.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he whispered.
I looked up from planting a featherlight kiss on his hipbone. “I haven’t even done anything.”
“Yeah, you have.”
I grinned, kissed the same spot again, and then—
“Oh my God,” he moaned. “Oh, yeah.”
With Jase, I’d rediscovered one of those things I’d loved in the past: giving long, unhurried blowjobs. When I’d realized he was perfectly happy to lie back and let me lick and suck his dick for ages, I knew I’d hit the jackpot.
Tonight, like he often did, he sat up against the headboard, fingers lazily running through my hair as I took my sweet time teasing his rock-hard cock. Long, slow licks all the way from base to tip. Swirling the head or teasing his balls with my tongue.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, fingers twitching in my hair. “That’s so good.”
I hummed around his cock, then deep-throated him just to make him whimper.
“Let me…” He sucked in a breath. “Let’s switch.”
Ooh, just the thought of that talented, eager mouth on my cock made me hot all over. Except I was enjoying the hell out of having my mouth on his cock.
“I have a better idea.” I shifted around, and he quickly got the message, and fuck me, but it didn’t get any better than this—lazily sixty-nining with someone who was as happy to spend forever blowing me as I was to spend it blowing him. I loved giving as much as receiving, and he seemed to as well, and the feedback loop of decadent, languid oral was the definition of heaven as far as I was concerned.
Jase stopped for a second, then gently nudged my thigh. When I parted my legs, he teased my hole with a spit-slick finger, and I groaned around his cock. I didn’t even know if he wanted to fuck or if he just wanted to finger me while he went down on me, but either option was fine by me. Oh, God, this was perfect. I couldn’t resist rocking my hips, pushing my dick into his mouth, and he hummed his encouragement as he kept on driving me wild with his mouth and his fingers. I poured all that arousal into blowing him, and from the way he trembled and moaned, he was loving it too.
He kept taking me higher, and finally, I had to pull my mouth off him and mumble, “Keep… Keep that up, and you’ll make me come.”
He licked up the length of my cock. “Can’t have that. I haven’t fucked you yet.”
Oh, God, yes.
He slid his fingers free and came up to kiss me. “Turn over. I’ll get the lube.”
“Magic words,” I said with a quiet laugh, and after one more kiss, I turned onto my stomach.
He grabbed the lube and molded himself to me. I thought he’d go right to fucking me, but instead, he pushed his fingers in again.
“Jase…”
“I’ll get there,” he taunted in my ear. “Patience.”
“Ungh, you’re a bastard.”
He huffed a laugh against my skin. As he fingered me, Jase kissed up and down the back of my neck, and I closed