Page 55 of Where There's Smoke

“Good.” And in the next instant, he took my cock in his mouth.

I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched him, struggling just to breathe as he took my cock deeper, rose off it slowly, took it deeper again. It shouldn’t have surprised me he was so talented with his mouth, and maybe it didn’t. It just surprised me I hadn’t burst into flames or melted yet with the way his lips and tongue commanded nerve endings to handle a level of intensity I never imagined existed.

He met my eyes. Then, as if I wasn’t already having a hell of a time breathing, he sucked his middle finger into his mouth.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, closing my eyes as I sank back down onto the bed.

“Just tell me if you want to stop,” he whispered and gently nudged my thigh. Without hesitation, I parted my legs, still disbelieving this was happening at all. His slick, cool fingertip teased my entrance, creating alien sensations that took my breath away. Then his lips were around my cock again. I grabbed as much of the comforter as I could, struggling just to hold on to anything while Anthony sucked my dick and gently pressed his finger against me. His lips and tongue were fucking incredible, finding every sensitive place like he’d mapped them all himself, and all the while, his finger kept a gentle, constant pressure.

The more he teased me, the more accustomed I was to that pressure, and I relaxed. I knew what he intended to do, and desire finally trumped nerves and uncertainty. Then, and only then, as if he knew—and maybe he did—that I could handle it, he pressed his finger in. He moved it slowly, making small, gentle circles as well as sliding in and out, and I couldn’t even breathe. The foreign sensation, the vague burn was strange but not at all painful. Not unpleasant to say the least. Just…weird. Different.

And coupled with the magic his lips and tongue worked on my cock, fucking intoxicating. How had I made it this far in life without ever experiencing this? No idea. Oh, but I was experiencing it now, and everything Anthony did was un-fucking-believable.

He withdrew his finger and looked up at me. “Hand me the lube,” he said, nodding toward the bottle on the bedside table.

Oh, God. Oh my God.

With a shaking hand, I picked up the bottle and handed it to him. As he took the lube from me, anticipation and nerves both forced my eyes closed.

The bottle top clicked. Again. As Anthony moved, the mattress shifted, and I held my breath. My spine tingled as his hand slipped between my legs again, and then his mouth—warm, wet, and so damned talented—was around my cock again, and all the air left my lungs at once.

His finger pressed against me and this time slid in with ease. He added a second, and every slow, gentle stroke drove me insane. My eyes watered and Itried to remember how to breathe as his fingers moved in and out at the same speed his mouth moved on my cock. The stretching sensation burned, but it wasn’t painful or unpleasant. Just intense. And amazing.

Then his lips moved to my hip, and kiss by soft kiss, he followed my hip bone to my side. He started upward, and all the while, his fingers still slipped in and out. His lips moved higher up my side, and his fingers slid a little deeper. I squirmed beneath his light kisses, and moaned as he pushed his fingers apart, brought them together, pushed them apart again. The stretching wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be, and the more he did it, the more I wanted. And oh, God, if his fingers felt this good, his cock…

I whimpered, biting my lip and trying not to fall to pieces.

He teased my nipple with his teeth and tongue. I kneaded the back of his neck, trying to grasp him and feel him and just hold on. The need to touch him overwhelmed me, as if this would all be a dream if I didn’t anchor myself to this reality. Tohim. Everything his mouth did to my skin electrified my senses, and everything his fingers did inside me threatened to melt me into pure liquid lust. I was completely at his mercy as he teased and tantalized and drove me out of my fucking mind.

His lips moved up my chest, then paused on my collarbone as if to emphasize just how calculated this was. Howcontrolledhe was while I fell apart as he fingered me and kissed me and drove me fucking insane.

“Like that?” he murmured.

“Mm-hmm.” I screwed my eyes shut as he worked his way up my neck. “God, Anthony…”

“I can’t tell you…” He paused to nip my earlobe. “How much I’ve been thinking about this. Even before I knew…before I knew you were gay, I…” His voice trailed off into a gravelly moan. Then he raised his head and, still teasing me with his fingers, kissed me.

Moaning into his kiss, I gripped his shoulders and rocked my hips, trying to encourage him to move his hand faster, to fuck me deeper and harder with his fingers, but he was in charge. His hand moved a little faster, then slower, then faster again, like he wanted to make damn sure I had his undivided attention. So there was no chance of letting me forget what he was doing.

Oh, Anthony, you don’t have to worry about that.

As far as I was concerned, nothing existed except Anthony’s lips and hot breath on my neck, his skin against mine, and the deep, stretching, slick motions of his fingers as he stroked me inside, stroked me right to the edge of madness.

My eyes welled up. My back arched. Gasping for breath, I broke the kiss. “God, Anthony, please…”

“Please, what?” he murmured.

I moaned, biting my lip, but couldn’t figure out how to form any words.

“Tell me what you want.” He let his lips brush mine. “Say it, Jesse. Or else I can tease you all night.”

I whimpered and somehow managed to whisper, “Pleasefuck me.”

Anthony kissed me hard as his hand slowed. One finger slipped free. Then the other. I gripped his neck and shoulder, like he was going to simply vanish into thin air now that his hand wasn’t fucking me anymore.

“Let me put on a condom,” he said, and for the first time, I realized he was almost as breathless as I was. “Let me put one on so I can fuck you.”

I didn’t consciously release him. The strength of my grip simply melted away, and my hands slid off his neck, his shoulder.

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