Page 57 of Jacked
“Jesus,” I gasp, and he switches to my other armpit, nuzzling and licking it just like he did with the first one. The act itself isn’t doing much for me, but the grunts and sighs that keep rumblingin AJ’s throat and the blissed-out look on his face are more than enough to make my dick drool and my balls throb.
“Can I…” He pulls his face out of my armpit and hooks two fingers in the waistband of my shorts, glancing down at the shape of my erection tenting them. He licks his lips, making the request crystal clear without the need for any more words.
I bob my head quickly. “Yeah, man. Fuck yeah. Anything you want.”
He grabs the back of my neck with his other hand and drags me in for another kiss. The salty flavor of my sweat is heavy on his tongue as it sweeps over mine, licking deep into my mouth before he pulls back and lowers himself to his knees.
If the view from between his thighs this morning was hot, it has fuckingnothingon the one I’ve got now. AJ on his knees, his lips damp and swollen from kissing me, his cock hard as fuck in his shorts, his tank top sagging low to show off all that dark chest hair and the generous, swollen curves of his pecs. I whimper and my hips flex. With the way I’m sagging against the counter, the bulge of my cock drags right along the swell of his cleavage and my brain nearly short circuits.
He arches an eyebrow at me and his puffy, wet lips twist into a smirk. AJ tugs my shorts down, leaving my jock in place as they pool around my feet. Then, he nudges at my shirt. I take the hint and pull it over my head, dropping it on the counter behind me, my eyes still glued to the wet dream right in front of me. He hums in satisfaction and leans in to nuzzle my bare stomach.
My cock nestles right into the space between his pecs, all warm and firm and fuckingheavenlyas he runs his tongue slowly along the outline of each of my abs. My knees quake and I clutch the counter behind me, my eyelids drooping and my mouth falling open on a garbled moan. My hips flex involuntarily, fucking between his man tits, spilling precum that soaks through my jock until the white cotton fabric is seethrough around the swollen, throbbing tip of my cock. AJ looks up at me, his eyes glued to my face as he licks and sucks and kisses my skin.
Keeping my cock squished between his pecs, he cranes his neck and kisses the soaked spot in my jock. It’s the lightest brush of his lips over the tip of my cock, but my whole body trembles and I choke out a moan. If he keeps this up, I’m going to embarrass myself by coming way too damn soon.
He looks up at me again, running his hands down to the waistband of my jock and holding my gaze in a silent question. I would laugh if I weren’t so damn horny I can barely breathe.
“Please,” I gasp, jerking my hips again, grinding into his cleavage, imagining how damn good he would look with my cum dripping down between his hairy tits.
AJ grins and yanks my jock down. My cock springs free, slapping against his chest. This time I can actually feel the soft hair against my sensitive, swollen cockhead. My eyes roll back and I start to fuck his cleavage again.
“Sorry,” I pant. “I know you want to suck me.” I try to stop my hips from rolling, but it’s fucking impossible. My balls swing with every thrust, bouncing against the swell of his chest, precum leaking from my slit to leave wet streaks in his dark hair.
“Does it seem like I’m complaining?” he murmurs, digging his fingers into my hips to encourage me as he dips his tongue into my belly button and licks me like he’s eating me somewhere else. My ass clenches and my balls tighten.
One fantasy at a time. We have time to try them all out, right? Fuck, we’d better. I want his mouth and his hands on me fuckingeverywhere. I want to know what it’s like to get pinned down and fucked by this beast of a man.
That thought draws me up short for half a second. Sure, I’ve thought plenty about getting rimmed and fingered, but I’venever actually let my mind go all the waythere. But yeah. Fuck yeah, I want his cock inside me.
He stops tonguing my belly button and dips his head again so every time I thrust up, he can mouth at the head of my cock. He flicks his tongue over it in quick bursts every chance he gets, his whole chest rumbling with pleased moans every time his tongue catches briefly on my crown. The sound vibrates through my shaft as I fuck between his pecs faster, abandoning my grip on the counter to brace my hands on his shoulders. He’s so sturdy and strong and fuckingbigthat it makes my head spin and my blood pump hotter.
My cock swells and throbs with every thrust, drooling more and more precum until his pecs and lips are soaked with it. I gasp his name over and over, quaking and whimpering. My toes flex against the cool floor, and AJ’s fingers dig into my hips with bruising pressure so fucking satisfying it makes me gasp and whine.
He pushes up against me harder, pinning me against the counter again, the cold edge pressing into my back. The feel of his pecs surrounding my cock is perfect, and when he wraps his lips around the tip of my cock, I’m fucking done for.
I throw my head back and shout his name as my cock starts to pulse and waves of pleasure rush through me. He laps up the first volley of my cum then pulls off, wrapping his hand around my cock and pointing it right at his chest. I fuck wildly into his fist, watching with horny joy as rope after rope of my hot cum splatters over his cleavage and trickles down between his tits. It mats in his thick chest hair and glistens on his skin. I come and come and fuckingcomeuntil my balls are sore and drained and AJ is an absolute fucking mess.
I let out a weak laugh and sag against the counter. My knees are trembling too hard to hold me up, so I let myself slide down until I’m eye level with him on the floor. AJ drags his fingersthrough the mess of my orgasm all over his chest, rubbing it in, gathering it on his fingers, just fucking playing with it. If I hadn’t just come my brains out, it would probably get me hard all over again.
He lifts his messy fingers to his mouth and licks my cum off of them like it’s his favorite dessert, holding my gaze the whole time, his eyes full of the same heat and need as they were right before he got on his knees for me. I grab the front of his ruined tank top and drag him close, shoving my tongue into his mouth before he can swallow. AJ groans and I stick my hand down his shorts. He’s already dripping so much precum that his cock is slick and throbbing as soon as I wrap my fingers around it.
With our tongues tangled, licking the taste of my release out of his mouth with sloppy, hungry kisses, it only takes a few strokes before he’s moaning and spilling into my hand. We don’t stop kissing though. I stroke him and play with his softening cock until we’re both panting and trembling all over again.
I’m about to crawl on top of him and hump him right here on the kitchen floor when the oven timer blares shrilly, reminding me that dinner is in the oven. I laugh against his lips and force myself to break the kiss.
We both stumble to our feet, laughing at nothing and smiling like idiots at each other. Since his shirt is already ruined, I wipe my cum-soaked hand on it before I grab the oven mitts and pull our eggplant parm out of the oven.
“That doesn’t look half bad,” he says, looking over my shoulder at the food.
“It smells pretty good too.” I sniff the air, my mouth watering at the garlic and cheese smell filling the kitchen. Honestly, I prefer the sweat and cum smell, but this is a close second.
We both wash our hands and AJ takes off his soaked shirt. Sitting naked in this kitchen, eating dinner together after giving each other screaming orgasms definitely wasn’t on my bingocard when I moved in, but I’m not complaining. For some reason, we end up sitting on the floor, and based on the way he shovels the food into his mouth, I’m guessing I managed to not fuck it up this time.
When he pauses to swallow, I reach over and use my thumb to wipe a stray bit of sauce off his bottom lip. He watches me lick it off my thumb and we grin at each other again.
“Hey, um, I was wondering…” He licks his lips, looking down at his plate. “Would you want to go to a ball game next weekend?”
“Hell yeah,” I answer easily, finally taking a bite of my own food.
