Page 42 of Punchline
Abruptly, Jake broke the kiss, and there was some renewed concern in his expression. “I forgot to mention… um… Before we get, uh, there… ”
My chest tightened as all that apprehension kicked back in. “Tell me.”
He gulped, and his face colored again. “When I’ve used my fingers before—I don’t stay hard. When I—if something’s in… ” He exhaled sharply. “I don’t know if I’ve been doing something wrong, or if?—”
“That happens a lot.” I smiled as the apprehension backed off again. “It’s totally normal.”
His eyebrows jumped. “It is?”
“Mmhmm. Something about how whatever relaxes enough to let you be penetrated also relaxes whatever iskeeping you hard.” I shrugged. “Or… something like that. But yeah, it happens a lot. Happens to me almost every time.”
“Oh.” Even more tension eased. “That’s good to know.”
“I know, right?”
We both chuckled, and then we sank into another kiss. Jake wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in tight. The brief segue had apparently been enough to make us both nervous enough to go a little soft, but that didn’t last long. In no time, we were both rock-hard again, and Jake moaned as he rutted up against me.
“God, Ethan… ” he murmured against my lips. “I want… I want you.”
A playful comment that he had me danced on the tip of my tongue, but I held it back. He was seriously shy about all this, which was cute as hell, and I didn’t want to embarrass him. Maybe he just couldn’t quite say the words “I want you to fuck me.” He’d managed to say them earlier, but I wouldn’t push him now. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted the same thing.
“Lube?” I asked.
Fresh tension rippled through him, and his fingertips twitched on my back. “Yeah?”
“Mmhmm.” I grinned down at him. “Gotta get you ready for me.”
The way he bit his lip and squirmed—fuck, I wanted him so damn bad.
We separated long enough for him to get the lube and condoms he’d left in his nightstand.
“Turn on your side,” I said. “With your back to me.”
He did, and after I’d put on the condom and coated my fingers in lube, I molded myself to him. I had no idea if he gasped because I kissed the side of his neck or because Ipressed my cock against his ass. Maybe both. Whatever—I liked it, and he apparently did too.
“I meant what I said earlier,” I said between dropping light kisses on his neck. “We can stop. Any time. No matter what.”
The answer to that was a shiver and a ragged breath. “I don’t want to stop. Not till we both come.”
I didn’t argue. He knew the option was there if he changed his mind. And if I thought he was too tense or not enjoying it, I could stop things, too.
Somehow I didn’t think that was going to be an issue.
With some lube on my fingers, I started out slow, gently teasing his hole. Some guys—especially if they were new to sex with another guy—could get weirded out once someone started actually playing with his ass. It sounded good on paper, but when it started for real—nope. At first, anyway. So I wanted him to get used to me touching him before we went any further.
From the way his breath stuttered and he rocked back against me he wasn’t going to nope out of me playing with his ass.
“Like that?” I murmured.
“Uh-huh.” He pressed back harder. “Except I want you to put your fingersin.”
I grinned against his skin. “I’m getting there.”
“Ethan, I want—oh,fuck… ”
I’d only pushed in the slightest bit—my fingertip, really—and the way he moaned had my toes curling. I couldn’t resist and gave him a little more, and that gasp and full-body shiver made me wonder for a second if he’d come already. Not that I could blame him—if I hadn’t bottomed in a while, I could lose it even from the smallest amount of penetration.
I withdrew my finger and pressed in again. He rockedhis hips, so I followed his lead, and before long, he was happily fucking himself on my finger. His very first time and he was already an eager, greedy bottom. God, yes. He’d lose his mind once I was inside him, and just the thought had me biting back moans of both need and frustration; I wasdyingfor some friction on my dick, but I wasn’t going to rush this.
