Page 45 of Bump and Run
“Now, Charlie,” he growled. “None of this jerking me around business. I want you inside of me. I’m sick of waiting.”
I liked this bossy version of Jones way too much.
“Is that so?” I smirked as he let me flip him onto his back. “Whatever you want, Bashful. I’ll take care of you.” I reached over for the lube and popped open the bottle. “I’ve never done this before.” I’d been with girls, but I’d never done anal.
“Open me up, Charlie, I can take it. You saw me when I played with myself,” Jones whispered as he lifted his legs and showed me his perfect pink hole.
I bit back a groan. “My dick is going to be different than your fingers.”
I leaned down to drag my tongue over his entrance, and his entire body trembled. Then I slid my finger inside all the way to the knuckle, and he released the most beautiful whine.
“More, Charlie, please,” Jones begged, and when I added a second digit, he let out a soft moan that had me wanting to slide my cock inside of him. “Yes. Gosh, that’s so good.”
My dick jerked, and I reached down to grip the base, afraid I would come before I had the chance to get inside of him.
“You like that, huh?”
I moved my fingers in and out of his tight channel, imagining what he would feel like wrapped around me, scissoring them, opening him just the way he asked me to. His body trembled at my touch.
“Ch-Charlie, I’m ready,” Jones whined. “Need you now.”
I hated to remove my fingers from inside him, but my boy needed me. I reached for the condom, ripped it open, and rolled it down my shaft before coating myself with more lube.
“Lie back for me, Jonesy.”
I moved my body between his legs. The head of my cock pushed against his entrance, and when I pressed into him, Jones’s eyes rolled slightly while he bit down on his bottom lip.
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned as I slid farther inside.
Jones placed his hand on my lower back and urged me forward until I got past that tight, unforgiving ring. After that, his body sucked me right in, like it was knew it was where I belonged.
He stared up at me with hooded eyes. “You’re not going to break me. Don’t be gentle with me right now, Charlie. I’m a big boy,” he promised, and then I was suddenly all the way inside. He was so fucking tight and hot wrapped around me. Pleasure pulsed everywhere in my body. “Kiss me?”
I was terrified to move. Scared I was going to blow my load if I did, but I leaned forward to do as Jones asked, reaching for his hand so I could link our fingers together. “You feel so good, Bashful. I can’t... It’s fucking amazing.”
“I can feel you everywhere.” Jones chased after my mouth. “Please move. If you don’t, I’m afraid I’m going to just come apart at the seams with you inside of me.”
I smiled at his words and pulled out slightly before I slid back in. We both groaned together, our fingers linked tightly, and when I finally felt like I was going to come, I began to fuck him like I needed to. Gave it to him like he wanted me to. The sounds Jones made were sinful, and I nipped playfully at his chin.
“Eyes on me, Bashful,” I grunted when they threatened to close. “Good boy.”
“More, Charlie, more. It’s amazing,” Jones whispered. His cock brushed against my stomach, the precum smearing between us. “Cheese and crackers, baby. I never...Oh my gosh!”
Baby. That word from his mouth had me gritting my teeth and praying he came first. I stared down at him as I plunged in and out of his tight hole, felt the way he squeezed my cock to the point I thought I would black out. Jones’s back arched up suddenly, and he cried out my name.
I watched in awe at the beautiful way he came undone beneath me. Cum shot from his dick and landed on his chest. More of it landed on his stomach, chin, and on me as I tried to drain everything from him. Jones was louder than I’d ever heard him, calling out my name again and again, digging his nails into my shoulder and squeezing me so tight I was surprised he didn’t break something.
My own orgasm hit me by surprise. I groaned Jones’s name and buried my face in his neck as I filled the condom, wishing it was his ass instead. The thought of what my cum would look like seeping out of him had me biting and marking his skin, my body trembling, before I dropped against him.
Fingers combed through my hair. “Charlie, that was the most incredible experience of my life,” Jones whispered.
“I can’t move. You’ve broken me.” I chuckled softly as my now-limp dick slipped out of him.
Jones sighed happily. “I can help you this one time, baby.” There was that word again.
“Just give me a second.” I rolled off his body and stared at his face. Jones was all smiles and blushes when our eyes met. “You want to wash up with me? Then we can try out that dessert.”
He nodded. “Yes, please.” Always so polite.
