Page 70 of The Idiot

Murphy

Backing Jesse into my shower, I’m enraptured by the anticipation in his eyes. After I peeled him out of that tiny Speedo and his cock bobbed free, I had my answer to what he thinks about us kissing.

His breath hitches when I shut the shower door behind me. It’s so damn cramped in here that we’re practically chest to chest.

His gaze canvasses my pecs, my torso, further downward and then back up. He’s seen all of me already, but still looks at me like my body is some kind of wonder. I know I hoped for that kind of reaction, but never imagined it would come true. Pining and having are two very different things. After the way he initiated earlier, I think I might actually have a shot at having him—as my own.

Reaching out, I slip my hand around the back of his neck and close the remaining distance between us. He sounds winded, but he doesn’t pull away or tell me to stop. Rather, his hands come up and rest on either side of my waist. Our cocks, pressed between us, are just an afterthought.

With a tentative lick, I trace the shell of his lower lip. His grip on my sides tightens. “Wait. Should I brush my teeth first?”

I think he’s still worried about his Sea-Monkey debacle. He’s always had adorable irrational fears. This one is now my favorite.

Shaking my head, I stroke my thumb over the hinge of his jaw. “Fuck no.”

Capturing his lower lip, I hold it gently between mine. Then, I do the same to the other. They’re still full from having been wrapped so beautifully around my cock. He’s perfect, absolutely perfect, all messed up because of me.

His eyes are pinched closed like this is seven minutes in heaven, but he’s trembling in my arms like his head is spinning as much as mine.

Swallowing, he whispers with a tremor in his voice, “See? Told you I know how to kiss.”

Fucking Jesse.

Brushing my nose against his, an errant water droplet trickles off his skin onto mine. “Open your mouth. I’m not done.”

The first taste of him has my knees going weak the way they did when he surprised me in the dressing room.Heinitiated that. Not me. It’s the motivation I need to be bold and take what I want. So, I do.

His tongue brushes awkwardly against mine at first, but I don’t think it’s wariness. Not by the way he’s gripping onto me. He really doesn’t know how to kiss.

Capturing his tongue, I give it a little suck. He lets out a garbled whimper when I release it, but I’m just getting started. Holding his head in place, I give his lips the same treatmentand then I take no mercy on his mouth until he’s gasping for air and whining.

His hand shoves itself between us, but I pry it out and move my hips forward until he’s pressed against the wall. He looks confused until I grind our wet cocks together. The realization of the pleasure quickly spreads across his face, but he pulls away when I go for his mouth again.

Glancing over his shoulder, he squirms. “Um, I think your dick is in my ass.”

My cock twitches at the thought at the same time as my brain feels like it short-circuited. What is he talking about?

Following his gaze, I peek around his side and find my dildo smashed against his ass. The mental image has been planted, sending a jolt to my dick. I can’t help myself, and it’s not like there’s much room in here.

Slipping my hand to his ass cheek, I grab a handful. It’s tense, but relaxes at my touch, even when I draw it open and shift us until the silicone nestles between his cheeks.

“If my dick was in your ass, I think I’d know it,” I tease, sucking on his lip.

“I… don’t know if I could do that.”

Shit. Cupping his face, I look him in the eyes. “It was a joke.”

He nods, but I’m worried I killed the moment. Running my hand down to his hip, I ease off of him.

“Do you want me to get rid of the dick?”

Chewing his lip, he shifts his hips backward like he’s testing out the feel of it between his cheeks. His eyes widen in surprise, and then he flashes me a shy smile. “No, I can handle it.”

His hands trail over my shoulders and into my wet hair, pulling me back to his mouth. His kiss is soft and curious, even a little sloppy, but it’s now the best I’ve ever had.

I carve into his mouth slowly, savoring. Deep strokes. Gentle nibbles. His body is so pliant now, he’s like jelly in my hands—all but for his grip on my lower back. His fingers are digging into my love handles, pressing me into him. Each time I do, he groans, his ass grinding against the dildo.

“Wait,” he gasps, coming up for air, making my lungs lock up. “Is this what you did to the dick? I mean, was it…”

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