After we put the dishes into the dishwasher, he took my hand, walking confidently to my bedroom.
We still had more than one hour before he had to go.
I fucked him over the edge of the bed, hard and fast, making him come quickly. I held off. His second orgasm had him whimpering, his hole clenching on my tongue, slick pouring out. He got all pliant and mellow after that, and I spooned him on the bed, fucking him nice and slow, staying deep, our hands roaming his slightly distorted belly.
“Fuck, I’m so damned lucky,” he murmured.
“Why?”
“Seems I stumbled upon the best dick in the city.”
“Stumbled? And fell on it?”
He laughed, and I thrust harder, turning it into a moan.
“Like I said. Lucky.”
“We both are. Best dick in the best hole.”
“Pity there aren’t any fucking championships. We’d be winning medals.”
I chuckled. “I can last long, but not that long.”
“Endurance…is not…the deciding factor.” He curved his spine, taking me deeper. “We’d get the highest score for…mmm…technical skills, presentation…and choreography.”
“Choreography?” I asked, and lifted his thigh to spread him out wider. Straddling his lower leg, I rose on my knees and thrust into him harder from a new angle, and Jay arched, crying out.
“Ten points! Perfect.”
“Strange that you can still talk.”
“Aah. Barely. Fuck!”
Even as I barreled toward orgasm, I was grinning. Jay came before me, tweaking his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, and I succumbed to pleasure gratefully, his hole squeezing my length.
For a while, we didn’t move. A couple of aftershocks ran through Jay’s body. His eyes remained closed, and he was breathing hard.
When I started to soften, I pulled out and propped myself up on my elbow beside him.
Finally, he let me kiss him on the lips. He opened his mouth for me, letting me caress his tongue with mine. I worried he’d end the kiss too soon. Jay didn’t like it when I got too gentle. It weirded him out, and I probably knew why, but I didn’t want to think about it. Not now.
Instead of breaking the kiss, he threaded his fingers through my hair.
Yes. This was so much better. I gathered his small body to mine, hugging him close, as I deepened the kiss.
Fuck, I’d missed him so much. He’d leave again in mere minutes. When he broke the kiss and pulled away, I bit back a curse.
“When can I see you again?” I blurted. I couldn’t help it.
I wanted him to stay right here and kiss me until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
“I could do Wednesday after work.”
“Shit. I have an evening shift. Thursday?”
“Can’t. Friday at seven to half past nine?”
“Can you stay longer?”
