Page 13 of Peacocks

When his knees hit the carpet, he grasped my shaft and glanced up at me. “Okay?”

I nodded as the sound of my jagged breathing seemed to fill the room. My fingers sifted through his untamed hair as his gaze moved down to my erection.

“Want this so fucking much,” he murmured, almost to himself.

I tried not to wonder who else he’d done this with here in town. Had he ever hooked up with his friend Hunter? Or Dunn Johnson? Or Diesel? The town was full of beautiful gay men, and the thought of any of them with Jay made my stomach ache.

As soon as his hot tongue wrapped around the head of my cock, though, my jealous imaginings popped like a thin bubble floating past a porcupine.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

Jay’s big hands clutched my hips and moved around to grab my ass. As he teased me with his mouth, he grinned up at me.“You have a killer ass. Always wanted to touch it. And, uh… stuff.”

I ran a thumb across his wet lips. “And stuff? Jaybird Proud, are you saying you want to fuck me?”

His smile dropped, and his eyes heated. “More than anything.”

As his mouth covered my cock again, I wondered what it would feel like to be pounded into the mattress by this sexy sweetheart. He might be strong and confident in some ways, but he was still so incredibly eager to please.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped as the tip of his tongue pressed against just the right spot. My hands tightened in his hair. “Just like that.”

He cupped my sac and ran a strong finger behind it, pressing against my taint and watching my eyes for my reaction. Since my brain was still swimming in the notion of being fucked by the man, his fingers and mouth had an easy job of it. Within moments, I felt like I was on the knife’s edge of coming.

“Bed,” I cried, grasping my last rational thought. “Want to suck you too.”

“You don’t have to,” he said hoarsely. “This time can just be about you.”

The man was so selfless, even in this. But I wanted to give him pleasure as much as I wanted to take it.

“Jay,” I said more insistently. “Bed. Now.”

We scrambled up onto my bed, ditching the last of our clothes until we were a tangled mass of body parts. Jay’s head was quickly buried between my thighs while I got my first glimpse of his fat cock.

I breathed out a curse and brought the tip to my lips to kiss it and bathe it with my lips and tongue. The deep sound Jay made in response caused my balls to tighten. His hands moved all overme as we sucked each other off, and just as I was ready to shoot, one of his fingertips ghosted over my hole.

“Fuck,” I cried, pulling off his cock and jacking him erratically as my orgasm hit. I arched into his mouth and felt his fingers clutch at my ass as he swallowed me down. As soon as I could, I put my mouth back on him to bring him the kind of pleasure he’d given me.

When his orgasm hit, he shouted and turned his face into my inner thigh, kissing it and moaning into my skin as his release landed hot and salty on my tongue.

I swallowed quickly and cleaned him up with my tongue before pulling away and leaning back on the bed to catch my breath.

It took me a minute to notice the tiny kitten-like kisses he continued to press into the tender skin of my inner thigh. It was so fucking sweet, something not many men had ever done to me before.

I moved around until I lay half on top of him so I could kiss his mouth again.

Jay was an incredible kisser, attentive and considerate. We kissed lazily for a long time, legs pretzeled together and spent cocks slack against each other’s damp skin. Jay’s hands moved reverently over my back and ass, partway down the back of my thighs, and up into my hair, as if he wanted to touch as much of me as he could. “So gorgeous,” he murmured against my skin. “So hot.”

I shivered at the sensation, and my cock tried to rally.

Had anyone ever been so focused on me after sex? I didn’t think so. I sure as hell hadn’t enjoyed it this much.

This was the part of hookups that so often turned awkward, in my experience. I wanted nothing more than to lie there in the afterglow, to soak up all of those kisses and touches, but I was pretty sure I was supposed to do something to wrap it up,to confirm it was just a hookup and definitely nothing serious. After all, Jay was such a considerate person he was likely to stick around to keep from hurting my feelings, and I didn’t want him to feel obligated.

Jay must have felt some change in my body, a tensing of my muscles as I prepared to disengage.

“I’m not leaving,” he murmured against my mouth.

“Oh.” I blinked. Was he a mind reader? “Good,” I heard myself say, surprised to find I meant it.

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