Page 54 of Needing Your Love
A handful of soft warmth, a twitch of my middle finger sliding over metal, made me aware of how I held Jimmy before I even opened my eyes.
He still nestled against my chest, breathing deeply even though I cupped his groin as though that part of him belonged to me.
I should have removed my hand from his dick, didn’t have consent to fondle his balls or the ring through his taint while he slept.
But I knew this boy, and he’d made his desiresbeyondclear. I could lube up my dick, slide balls deep inside his ass, and his greediness would have him begging for more.
Squeezing his junk lightly, I ran my nose along his neck, nipping at his shoulder. A gentle roll of balls more pliant than mine caused a moan to rumble in my chest, and I pressed my morning wood against the most perfect, luscious bubble butt on earth.
I’d never buried my dick in a guy, but I’d done my research and felt somewhat confident I could give Jimmy what he needed. Might not be the best at nailing his prostate, but practice made perfect.
His inhale stuttered, and he whimpered while coming awake, shifting to press his thickening cock into my hand. “Am I dreaming?” he whispered, all sleepy and sweet.
I kissed beneath his ear while wrapping my hand around his shaft.
He mewled, the sound going straight to my groin. Wetness slipped from my slit, and I rubbed against his ass cheek, smearing my pre-cum over his skin. “No, baby boy,” I murmured against his ear.
He shivered, entwining his fingers with my other hand that rested atop his chest.
“Love these.” I flicked over the rings in his nipples and taint while nibbling on his lobe.
“Feels good,” he whispered, shifting his backside so his crack cradled my shaft.
I hissed, clutching him tighter and thrusting along his supple flesh.
“Can you get off like this?” he asked, his hips moving perfectly to rub me through the crevice of his backside. “Or do you want my ass?”
“Fuck.” I groaned as he squeezed his cheeks around me. “This,” I forced myself to say since I would rather take things slow. Enjoy the hell out of every step we could until penetration.
“Do it, Chief. Shoot your cum all over me. Make a mess out of me.”
We moved like a well-oiled machine, the timing of every shift of our muscles leading toward completion. My pre-cum slickened his crack, and my hand pulled some from his shaft until the squelching sounds fought for dominance with our heightened breaths.
I closed my eyes. Rested my forehead on the back of Jimmy’s head, and gave over to chasing my orgasm.
“Sutton,” Jimmy gasped as I smeared my thumb over his slit.
“Come for me, baby,” I ordered. “Soak my hand.”
He shuddered and gifted me what I’d asked for, the first throb of his cock in my palm causing my balls to pulse with release. I cursed and painted his skin with sticky spurts of cum, stroking him through his pleasure until we both lay spent.
“Definitely dreaming,” he said with a soft chuckle, his chest heaving for breath.
“Mmm.” I could stay right there wrapped around Jimmy until the sun fully rose and fell again, leaving us in darkness until light once more flooded the sky.
Would he allow me to have him for more than a day?
How long before he stripped me of every ounce of love I had to give and took off to his next conquest like Darla had done?
This thing between Jimmy and I wasn’t forever—couldn’t possibly be, I reminded myself as a means of protecting myheart. History had proven to repeat itself, and it would be best to remember that fact. But fuck, did yearning to cling to him and this feeling of rightness, ofcompleteness,cause me to hope otherwise.
The overthinking was making my stomach roil, but Jimmy shifted before I could, sprawling onto his back and stretching like a satisfied cat who’d lapped up all the cream in its bowl.
Would he hunger for more?
Or sashay away with a sly smirk on his mouth over having gotten what he’d needed from me?
Jesus.
