Page 83 of The Road Home
"Or like this?" Jared slid his mouth around the head of Orson's cock and then took him deep into his throat.
"Aw, fuck!" Orson's body trembled.
Jared looked up, finding Orson staring down at him, watching as his cock sank between his lips, then slowly reappeared again.
Not wanting to bring him too close to coming, Jared only teased him for a moment before releasing his cock and spreading Orson's legs wider. "Open for me. Let me see you." He ran the tip of his finger over Orson's crack, circling it over his hole.
He watched Orson carefully, not wanting to continue if there was any sign of nervousness or discomfort, but all he saw was lust and need staring back at him. He smiled at Orson right before he dipped his head and replaced his finger with his tongue, flicking it over the puckered hole, up and down the crack of his ass.
"Shit, don't stop." Orson pressed his body against Jared's tongue.
Knowing he was the first and only man to ever bring Orson this pleasure fed his ego. He loved the knowledge that no one had done any of this to him. Orson was his in every way, just like he belonged to Orson. No other man would touch him, and he planned to keep it that way for as long as Orson would have him.
He sucked and licked at his hole, doing everything he could to wet him, open him, and prepare him for what they were about to do. Once he was sure that Orson was okay with him touching him there, he used one thick finger to slide inside him, pausing when Orson tensed. He glanced up, ready to stop if he needed to, but Orson smiled back at him. "I'm okay."
That was all he needed to hear. He trusted Orson to be honest with him. Wanting more, he started to move his finger in and out of him, still teasing the area around the hole with his tongue and softly stroking Orson's cock with his free hand.
When Orson started to thrust back against his finger, Jared gently added another one, stretching him wider, preparing him and opening him so that he could easily slide his cock in when the time came.
It didn't take long.
"Jared, I need more. I need you." Orson's fingers combed through Jared's hair.
"You're sure?" Jared had to ask one last time.
"I've never wanted something more." Orson lifted his hips, then slammed back down on Jared's fingers.
Jared laughed as he slowly pulled his fingers from him and rose up to his knees. He stretched over Orson's body, stopping to kiss him for a moment before reaching for the nightstand drawer and pulling out a condom and bottle of lube. He set them on the bed before going back to Orson's lips, enjoying the taste of him against his tongue as they both thought about what they were about to share together.
"No hesitation?" Jared nipped at his chin.
"None, I want this. Want you." Orson's cock was still hard between them, leaking and pulsing in need.
"I want you." Jared stared into his eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too." Orson smiled, raising up to kiss him again.
Jared broke the kiss, pulling back so he could settle again between Orson's legs. He ran his hands over Orson's stomach before reaching for the condom, tearing open the package, and rolling it over his own painfully hard cock.
He'd never wanted anyone this bad.
Once he had the condom on, he took the lube, smearing it over his cock before taking his coated fingers and working them around Orson's ass. He slid his fingers in and out of him, never taking his eyes off Orson's face, watching the pleasure he expressed, and wanting to give him more.
He wanted to ask again if he was okay, but worried he'd ruin the mood if he asked too much. All he could do was hope that if anything went wrong Orson would stop him. Leaning forward, he brought his mouth to Orson's, kissing him deeply as he ran the tip of his cock over his hole. He pulled back, wanting to watch as he sank deep into the man he loved.
His heart raced as he applied pressure, the head of his cock opening Orson, parting him as it slowly entered. Jared glanced up, happy to see Orson's eyes closed, mouth parted, and no look of fear or distress on his face.
As he sank deeper, he fought his own arousal. This wasn't going to last long as bad as he wanted it to. He'd thought about making love to Orson too many times, fantasized about them being together this way so many nights. Now that they were finally taking this step, it was almost too consuming for him to hold back the orgasm that wanted to spring forward and make him feel like a fifteen-year-old boy with no control.
"So good." Orson groaned.
"It is. I love feeling you this way." Jared gripped Orson's legs, lifting them back more, nearly doubling him over. "I'm not going to last, but I'll try. You feel too good."
Orson laughed. "I'm going to come as soon as you start moving."
God, wouldn't that be a sight?
Jared sucked on his bottom lip, taking a deep breath as he slowly started to move, sliding slowly out, then back in, keeping an eye on Orson as he did. He loved seeing his cock encased in Orson's body, and the thought of having Orson buried in him the same way would be just as amazing. His grip on his legs tightened as he increased his speed, working his hips faster, taking him harder as he slowly lost control, giving in to his need.
