Page 74 of Jacked
“Hold on,” I groan, and his tongue stills inside me.
I spin myself around, my thighs trembling. His cock is lying flushed and dripping against his belly, his legs spread wide and his heels digging into the mattress, like eating my ass turned him on so much he couldn’t stop himself from humping the air. I make a low, horny sound in my throat and fold myself over him, burying my nose in his soft blond pubic hair.
His breath catches and I feel another puff of hot air against my dripping wet hole.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he moans, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks and then pressing his face right back between them.
I suck my fingers into my mouth to get them nice and wet, then slip them between his cheeks to tease his soft, quivering entrance. Slater bucks his hips and whimpers, wiggling his tongue inside of me to loosen my inner muscles. If his cock feels half as good as the slippery slide of his tongue toying with my hole, we might end up fighting over who gets to bottom from now on.
I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and work two spit-slicked fingers in and out of him, crooking them to find his prostate. As soon as I do, his cock stiffens and spills salty-sweet precum onto my tongue.
I hear the click of the lube bottle and I try not to clench, focusing instead on the weight of Slater’s cock on my tongue and the heat of his insides sucking my fingers deeper instead of my nerves.
He replaces his tongue with one slick finger, first teasing my rim, then working it inside me slowly, one knuckle deep at a time. There’s no burn or pain like I expected, but it does feel weird. I clench and relax, trying to get a better sense of how it feels. He slides his finger a little deeper, and when I squeeze tight around it again, I get the hint of something—just a tease of a promise of a satisfying fullness that makes my gut clench with heat.
“More,” I say, the word coming out garbled around his cock, rocking back greedily as I sink two fingers deep inside him again.
Slater groans and arches underneath me, his cock throbbing between my lips. He pulls his finger almost all the way out and adds a second. I still for a minute, finally stretched just a little too far, and I wait for the feeling to pass. I breathe through my nose, sucking the head of his cock like it’s my favorite treat and wiggling my fingers inside of him until he feeds me another burst of precum.
The sting passes and I sink onto his fingers, too impatient to wait for the slow progression all over again. I need him. I need his cum dripping from my ass and his breathless moans in my ears. I need to tell him I love him while his toes curl and his brain short circuits from an orgasm.
I grunt and slide myself off his fingers.
“Everything okay?” He starts to sit up as I spin myself around again, this time straddling his hips.
I nod and grab the bottle of lube off the bed, squirting a generous amount onto his cock first, then mine, before wrapping my hand around both of us. I fucking love the feeling of his shaft pressed right up against mine, our balls swinging against each other, our precum mixing. It’s so fuckingmasculinethat it makes me want to beat my chest and roar.
Once both our cocks are nice and slicked, I let go of mine and shift into place, holding his upright so I can notch it against my rim.
“Ready?” I growl.
He digs his fingers into my thighs and lets out a strangled laugh. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”
“I’m ready,” I assure him. “I’m past ready. I’m tired of waiting for the things I want in my life. I just want to start living it now.” Maybe that’s too fucking deep for this moment, but I don’t care. There was an odd sort of clarity that came along with coming out to my dad today, and I’m going to ride this high as long as I can.
Slater loves me.
And more importantly,Ilove me too. I love all the parts of myself that I spent a fucking lifetime being ashamed of and trying to hide. Being a man is whatever I say it is. It’s weightlifting and riding cock, it’s loving sports and crying on my brother’s shoulder, it’s being brave enough to be myself, and leaning on other people when I need to.
I sink down onto Slater’s cock, throwing my head back and moaning loudly as the stretch and burn rocks through me like an electric shock. That teasing fullness from before hits me full force, making my toes curl and my eyes roll.
“Oh fuck,” I groan.
“AJ,” he rasps my name, gripping my thighs harder.
I open my eyes and look at Slater again. He’s fucking gorgeous with his face flushed and his eyes hazy, his chestheaving with rapid breaths and his muscles trembling with the effort to hold himself still underneath me.
“I love you,” I choke out, lifting myself off of his cock then sinking down again. I swivel my hips and we both moan. “I love you,” I murmur a second time, leaning forward and bracing my hands on either side of his head.
The change in angle has his cock hitting my prostate on the next thrust, and my eyes roll again. My cock jerks and my whole body heats at once. Our mouths crash together and Slater swallows my next moan. Our tongues tangle as we find our rhythm together, with me bouncing and grinding and fucking myself on his cock while he meets every one of my thrusts.
The bed squeaks and groans under us and our muffled grunts and whimpers fill the room. Our hands are all over each other, greedy and desperate as we both tremble and pant and murmur each other’s names over and over. His cock swells stiffer and thicker inside of me and mine drags against his belly with every thrust.
“I’m too close,” he warns, squeezing his eyes shut tight for a second before looking up at me with pained, urgent pleasure written all over his face.
“Please, I want your cum inside me,” I moan and fuck myself harder on his cock.
Slater thrashes and wails underneath me, our mouths slamming together again in a tongue- heavy kiss. He digs his fingers into my ass cheeks so hard I’ll be surprised if I don’t have bruises tomorrow, and fuck do I love that. I want to wear a reminder of him everywhere I go. I want everyone to know that I’m his and he’s mine. Always.
