Page 69 of Shots on Net

“I know. I want to. Just…not the way that I said.”

“Of course. To be honest, I think I lack the physicality needed to drill you into the mattress.” This startles a laugh out of me, which seems to be happening more and more often of late. Zeke smiles, tenderly. “And I don’t think I’d like the hands and knees thing, either. I mean, I want to look at you. You’ve got a very nice back, but your eyes are better.”

“Exactly,” I sigh. “Exactly.”

“Thanks for telling me that. And while we’re on the subject, I’ll just go ahead and let you know that I’ve given exactly one blowjob in my life, and I think it might also be my last.”

This time, when I laugh, I curl upward to kiss him. I have no idea how I was able to survive so long without Zeke Cassidy; I think if he ever left me, I’d die.

“Giving head can be awful,” I agree. He sits back against my stomach to give his shoulder a rest; I put my hands on his thighs and admire the view I now have of his dick. “I usually don’t like it either. Except, apparently, with you.”

“Alright, so we’ve covered blowjobs.” Zeke makes a motion of ticking off a checkmark in midair. “This is turning into a very informational naked chat. What else haven’t we discussed?”

“No more talking for today. I can only take so much.” I swipe my thumbs along the crease where his thighs meet his groin and he gives me a stern look. I try to look innocent.

“You win; I’ll allow you to distract me this one time. But we’re going to circle back to this conversation. I need to know your thoughts on rimming and—."

I cut him off with a kiss, tangling my tongue with his and rocking my hips upward to grind against him. He groans, fingers tightening where they are pressed against my pecs. He mimics me, rolling his pelvis and rubbing his dick against mine. I swear I almost come from the noise he makes alone. Clamping my hands on his hips, I direct him to repeat the motion. He does, frotting against me in a slow, even motion. I’ve never, in my entire life, been so turned on from doing so little.

Gasping, Zeke pulls his mouth from mine and blindly reaches for the lube. “Jesus,” he mutters.

“Do the condom first. Before your hands get messy.”

“Smart,” he says, and leans down to kiss the hollow of my throat.

He situates himself down near my feet; I lift my legs without prompting and watch as he opens the condom with trembling fingers.

“You okay?” I ask, narrowing my eyes on his hands.

“What? Oh, yeah. Nervous, but, like, good nervous. Where’s the lube?”

I hand it to him and watch as he coats the condom before looking at his hand, perplexed. “We should have brought a towel over.”

“You can wipe your hand on the bed, if you want. I can do laundry,” I tell him, and then laugh when he scrunches up his nose. “Or just grab one of the towels we used in the bathroom.”

He brightens. “Good idea. Wait right here.”

Patting my knee with his clean hand, he goes to the bathroom to bring back one of the bath towels. Climbing back between my legs, he looks at me and adopts a serious tone.

“Are you ready for your prostate exam?”

We’re still laughing when he passes a lubed finger between my raised legs and traces it around my hole. As he preps me, he runs the fingers of his free hand over my legs and occasionally drops kisses wherever he can reach. It’s easily the best prostate exam I have ever received. Zeke works me open slowly and methodically which ensures that I am prepped well enough, but also that I am going to bust a nut if he doesn’t fuck me soon. I’m sweating and my feet are tingling so much it feels like I’ve got a tens unit hooked up to them.

“Zeke,” I say, and then groan when he takes another pass of my prostate, “I’m good. You could fit your whole arm in there at this point.”

He does a few more slow strokes before carefully pulling his hand away. He wipes his fingers on the towel again; I make a mental note to remember to grab one for him next time. I wait for him, watching as he looks me over appraisingly. One of his hands is resting on my ankle, his fingers moving idly. He sighs.

“Alright, I’m not a big porn guy. You’re going to have to give me a little direction.”

“You can just come here.” I hold a hand out to him through my raised legs. When he’s close enough to do so, I pull him down to kiss him, resting a palm on his chest as I do so. His heart is beating fast.

Pressing a thumb to the bottom of his jaw, I angle it upward and pull my mouth away from his. I hold him to me, fingers spread wide across his back, and lavish attention to his neck. He moans, softly, and lowers down further. The blood is pounding in my groin—helped by the slight friction of Zeke’s stomach against my dick. I can feel myself leaking against my abdomen. I’m probably going to come the second he’s inside me, like this is my first time being touched.

The kissing has served it’s intended purpose; his pulse has calmed and he’s far more relaxed against me. Raising my feet off the bed, I nip lightly at his jaw and slide my hands down to his hips.

“Knees on the bed,” I tell him. “A little wider than that.”

“Okay,” he breathes, ducking his head to look between us. “Hey, did you know that cats have penile spines?”

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