Page 54 of Best Man
I swallow hard at the sight of the taut globes of his arse glistening with water. “Stop issuing orders,” I say thickly. He wriggles his arse and I give in to temptation and slap the cheeks. He stiffens as if outraged and shoots me a fiery glance back.
“Fuck off,” he mutters.
“I don’t think you want that,” I whisper. Setting the condom and lube on the side of the bath, I kneel down behind him and fold myself over him, not even attempting to conceal my groan as I feel his buttocks cradling the weight of my cock. I look down, grabbing his hips, and push my cock up and down through the clench of his cheeks a few times. It looks so dirty and hot, a visual I know I’m going to store in my head forever.
He gives a low wild moan and pushes back against me so for a second my bare cock catches on his hole. “Oh fuck,” I gasp as the sensitive skin of the head pushes into the wrinkled skin and nudges him.
He throws his head back, his knuckles whitening on his grip of the side of the bath. “Yes,” he gasps. “Fuck me.”
“Not like this,” I say, hearing the hoarseness in my voice. “You’re not ready yet, love.” He stills for a second, but I don’t give him chance to think. Instead, I lean down and, parting the cheeks of his arse, I snuggle my tongue in behind his balls. Pushing against the sensitive skin there, I listen to his loud shout with satisfaction before licking up along his taint until I come to his hole.
I trace my tongue over the wrinkled opening, feeling a tiny flutter there and noting that he’s starting to pant. Using my hands, I push his cheeks apart and blow cool air across his opening. It clenches and I chuckle, feeling it deep in my stomach, before leaning in and starting to suckle the little hole.
He cries out and pushes his bum demandingly towards me, and I go to town on him, exchanging long licks of my tongue with sucking, biting kisses and then pushing my tongue inside him as the hole slackens.
“Ungh,” he shouts, and I inhale greedily, taking the smell of him into me. It’s Jesse at his basest – clean skin and a dark scent that makes my mouth water and my cock throb almost painfully.
He lowers one of his hands and I reach round and slap his wandering hand. “That’s mine,” I say hoarsely, looking up. “You don’t touch yourself. It’s my job.” I return almost frantically to fucking my tongue inside him, listening to his cries and sending my hand down to encircle his cock. It’s hard and wet and he shuttles through my fist with a desperate gasp. His movements get more frantic until I realise almost too late that he’s about to come.
“No, you don’t,” I gasp, reaching down and grabbing his balls and pulling them gently. He subsides against the bath, his head down, panting. And suddenly I need to see him.
“Out,” I bark. “I need to fuck you.”
We tumble out of the bath and, pausing only to throw a bath sheet onto the tiled floor near the window, I take him down onto it, rolling him onto his back and coming down over him. He makes a move as if to roll over and I shake my head. I’m shivering as if I have a fever. “Need to see you,” I gasp.
He stills, his chest rising and falling as he drags in air. “Why?” he gasps.
I shake my head.How can he not see what he does to me?“Jesse,” I say hoarsely. “It’s you.”
“A mistake.” The bitterness is obvious, and I blanch.
“No,” I say fiercely. “The mistake was mine.”
“I don’t want to talk,” he says petulantly. “I just need fucking.”
I stare down at him and know I’m onto a loser at the moment. “I’lldo that,” I say, holding his face gently so he’s forced to look at me. His eyes are dark and almost lost. “But we’re talking after that,” I say softly. “I’m so lost in you, Jesse.”
He stares inscrutably back at me for a long second and I wonder what he’s thinking. I still.When did this become so important to me?The thought vanishes into vapour as he reaches one long arm up and knocks the condom and lube onto the floor by the side of me.
Movement catches my attention, and I turn my head and still when I see that we’re lying in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror. He catches my gaze and looks beyond me before smiling wickedly. “Hot,” he says and, grabbing my head, he pulls me forward and kisses me, and I lose my mind.
I don’t think anyone would do differently. My arms are full of his hot slippery body, and I kiss him wildly, eating at his mouth with choked gasps and twining my hands in the soft dampness of his hair almost as if I want to be absorbed into him. I rut against him, sending my cock over the sharp groove of his iliac muscle and feeling his cock rubbing against me, leaving a trail of wetness.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel my balls draw up and I pull back, clenching the base of my cock tight to stop myself from coming. He stares at me in the dim storm light before opening his legs wide so I can see him. I grasp his knee and look to my side, seeing us in the mirror’s reflection. I almost don’t recognise myself. My hair is wild and my expression wrecked. I’m flushed and lust-struck, staring down at him sprawled in erotic abandon, his legs open and his arms flung wide.
I grab the bottle of lube and pour a stream onto my fingers, rubbing to warm it before placing one finger at his entrance. I’m still staring at the mirror as my reflection slowly inserts it into him and he throws his head back, his face flushed and his eyes dark.
He grabs my hand as I go to insert another finger and shakes his head. “I don’t need any more,” he pants.
“Sweetheart, I’m not hurting you.”
Again the endearment. But I don’t think he even hears it. “I don’t need it,” he says again. “I like the burn.” He shakes his head violently. “Please, Zeb. Don’t look at me.”
He throws his hand over his face as if to hide, and I pull it back gently before reaching down and kissing him. I suck on that full lower lip before pulling back. “You think that I’m so controlled?” I say hoarsely. “You think I have the power?” He stares at me, and I shake my head. “Youhave the power, Jesse. You always have.”
Something alters in his face, but instead of saying anything, he lifts his legs and pulls his knees up, holding himself open for me.
“Shit, that’s so hot,” I breathe and reaching out, I grab the condom. I fumble with it as he watches me with dark eyes.
