Page 44 of Jacked
“Nipple play is your number one fantasy?” He purses his lips and blows on my glistening, wet nipple. The sudden cold makes it harden even more.
I nod, nervous heat creeping up my neck. I’ve never told anyone before him how sensitive my nipples are. I always felt like the guy is supposed to be the one sucking nipples, not begging for his to be played with. That damned box that lived in the back of my head for so long is packed goddamn full of supposed tos and shouldn’ts and don’ts.
Slater brings his damp, puffy lips back to mine, teasing me with a brief kiss and a flick of his thumbs over my nipples beforehe pulls away. “That’s extremely convenient since I plan to lick and suck and bite them until you shoot your load all over me.”
If he keeps talking to me like that, he won’t even need to touch my nipples again, or my dick for that matter, before I lose my load. He grabs the front of my tank top in his fist and walks backward, dragging me away from the wall.
I awkwardly kick off my shoes as he does the same, and then I stumble after him down the hall. My room is the first door. I don’t know if that’s why he picks it, and I don’t really care either way. As long as there’s a bed and Slater, I don’t give a shit about much else right now.
There’s no uncomfortable moment of hesitation after we step inside. Before we left the club, I figured that when we got home it would hit me how different it is to hook up with a guy. But falling into my bed with Slater with our tongues tangled and our quaking hands groping through each other’s clothes feels like the most natural thing in the world.
We break the kiss to tug each other’s shirts off and then crash back together with even more tongue and teeth and hunger. The deep, masculine sounds of his grunts and groans vibrate against my lips and tongue as I work the button on his jeans open and undo his zipper. He helps me by shoving them off and kicking them away. My shorts are easier, and with that, we’re down to our jocks, just like that night in the tent.
That feels like a million years ago somehow, even though it was only last week. We’re lying the same way though, facing each other, our bodies pressed together. This time we don’t need the excuse of not having enough space though. Our chests meet with each ragged breath and our cocks strain toward each other. I rake my eyes over him, the only light coming from the moon and the city lights streaming through my window.
He might not be as big as I am, but his muscles are solid and lean and absolutely fucking gorgeous. His nipples are little andpink and his body is dusted with a thin smattering of blond hair that’s soft against my skin. I stare at our cocks, still straining inside our jocks, so close together. There’s a dark, wet bloom over the head of his cock that matches mine. Another flare of heat punches through me.
“You doing okay, bro?” Slater asks gently.
I jerk my eyes up to his and he brings a hand up to rest against the side of my neck, running his thumb over my fluttering pulse point.
“Really? You’re going withbrowhen we’re about to get naked and make each other come?” I chuckle breathlessly.
His smile turns wicked and he drags his nose back and forth against mine slowly.
“You don’t like it? I think it sounds kind of filthy hot. Like,suck me, bro.Fuck, dude, give it to me harder.” He imitates a moan, and the sound wraps itself around my balls.
I let out a shuddering breath and roll my hips, watching this time as the hard steel length of my cock grinds against his. More precum stains the fabric of his jock and mine, making them sticky and molding them to the heads of our cocks.
“You’re right, that’s hot,” I agree in a husky voice.
“You avoiding the question on purpose?” He mirrors my movement with a slow roll of his hips this time. It tugs his jock down, and his cockhead peeks out just a half an inch, glistening wet with precum of his own and flushed a deep pink color.
“I’m good,” I murmur, hooking my fingers into the elastic of his waistband and pulling it down another inch.
I’ve seen his cock at least a dozen times now. I’ve watched him fist it and stroke it in the full light of our living room. I’ve woken up with my cock tingling and my jock soaked with cum afterdreamingabout watching him play with his cock. I just never let myself wonder until right now what it would feel like for me to touch it.
It probably feels like a dick. Hot and silky and fleshy just like mine. But it’s not my dick, it’s Slater’s dick. It’s Slater’s dick, and I’m about to touch it.
If he’s impatient, he doesn’t show it, he just lies there quietly while I tug his jock down an inch at a time until his cock springs free. I meet his gaze again and he looks right back at me with lust and nerves and something soft in his eyes that makes my chest feel tighter.
“Same time?” I suggest.
He chuckles and nods, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my jock. He doesn’t take his time though, he yanks it down in one swift motion, and then my cock is bouncing against his. Hot, bare skin against hot, bare skin. My breath catches and he lets out a quiet moan.
“On three?” He puts his hand on my stomach and I bob my head in agreement, swallowing hard and staring at his cock again. “One.” He moves his hand a little lower. “Two.” He runs his fingers through the thick, dark hair that leads downward from my belly button.
“Three,” I growl, wrapping my fingers around his smooth, hard shaft. He throws his head back and moans.
I was wrong, it’s nothing like touching my own dick. I’ve played with myself billions of times and I’ve never once been fascinated by the way the silky skin slides up and down the hard steel of my own erection. I’ve never felt my heart pound as I traced the throbbing veins that line my shaft. My mouth has never watered as my fingers slicked through the hot pool of precum on my own cockhead.
“Fuck, bro,” Slater moans, his fingers squeezing around my cock at the same time. He pumps his hand up and down my length, exploring the same way I’m exploring him, tracing my veins and playing with my foreskin between his fingertips.
Every stroke, every touch, has my balls tightening and my nipples aching for his tongue again. As if he can read my mind, Slater shimmies down the bed just a few inches so his face is at chest level. My cock drags against his smooth, hard abs and his nudges between my thighs.
Yeah, if this is nothing more than a horny dream, I don’t think I ever want to wake up.
SLATER
