“Just get your ass up here.” He nudges me again, and I grab his foot, biting his ankle.
“Hey! Didn’t I feed you enough?”
I repeat his words from the other day. “Big boy, big appetite.”
“Yeah, my jaw can sure as shit vouch for that. I think I sprained a muscle before.” Shit, he’s so corny, but somehow it’s endearing.
“It’s not keeping you from yammering away.”
“I’m sucking up the pain because I know how much you love the sound of my voice.”
I rest my chin on his hip, looking up at him. “Aww, was I too rough on you?” His voice rings through my head.‘Fuck my mouth, Jett. Fuck it like you fucking mean it.’Maybe I did go a little overboard, but the way he begged for it… So damn bossy.
“I’ll live,” he sniffles.
I make my way up his body, pressing kisses along the way. Wes squirms underneath me, his abs clenching, his chest rippling. He’s ridiculously ripped. “Fuck, you’re hot,” I speak against his skin.
He gasps when I close my mouth around his nipple and suck it into my mouth. Arching his back, he pushes his chest into my face.
“Fuuuck,” he hisses. “That’s nice.”
“Yeah?” I lick across his chest, circling the other nipple with my tongue. It’s the first time I really get to explore his body like this.
“Uh-huh.” His hands find the back of my head, and he digs his fingers into my scalp. His cock rubs against mine, all slick and solid. I can’t believe I’m hard again. I just came. I press harder against him, locking us together. My scalp stings, but it feels amazing. It’s like I come alive under his touch, small fires igniting wherever he touches me.
“Shit, like that,” he moans, thrusting upwards, sliding his swollen cockhead against mine. Something sparks in my brain, like an impulse to get him closer, for him to fill me, to own me. I think I’d really want him to. He said he’s willing to explore it. “Jett, I’m close.” He clings to me, his body shaking.
“You wanna come like this?” I ask, grinding against him, kneading his thighs with my hands. I’m fucking close, too.
He nods, his eyes slammed shut, sweat beading along his forehead. “Yeah.”
“Do it. Come for me.”
With a grunt, he explodes between us, his length pulsing. I follow him soon after, burying my face against him, my scream muffled against his chest. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight. My mind is empty, deprived of any thoughts. I nuzzle his chest, the soft hair tickling my nose.
“That was so fucking hot,” Wes sighs.
I press a kiss against his sternum. “It was,” I murmur, as my limbs grow heavy. Sleep pulls at me, and my eyes drift shut. From some place far away, I hear Wes’ deep chuckle, “Not a snuggler, my ass.” Then I’m out.
I blink my eyes open as I take in my surroundings. Sunlight spills through the windows, casting the white walls in a golden glow. It takes me a moment to register where I am, then yesterday comes back to me in glimpses. The market, Wes cooking me dinner, then falling asleep all sated and spent in his arms.
Last night is a blur of groping, impatient fingers, clothes flying everywhere, hands on skin, his lips against mine. I’ve never been this physically into a guy before. If he were next to me right now, I’d go for another round in a heartbeat.
I roll onto my back and stretch my arms above my head. I can smell myself, the mixture of sweat and dried cum. I wince as I take in my stomach, the proof of last night clinging to my skin and stuck in my happy trail. Fuck, I look as debauched as I feel. I sit up, scanning Wes’ bedroom. Where the hell are my clothes?
I get out of bed and find them in a pile on the floor. I pick up my shirt and sniff it, smelling like last night’s dinner. I throw it on the bed, then grab my jeans instead, pulling them on. I have no fucking clue where my briefs and socks are. Lost in action, I guess. I notice a light blue hoodie hanging over a chair and grab it. It smells and looks clean, so I tug it over my head. It’s a little on the smaller side, but it’ll have to do.
In the bathroom, I relieve myself, then splash some water on my face and rinse out my mouth. I wet some toilet paper and scrub off the worst of the dried cum from my stomach, but it just crumbles into a mess.
I roam through the cabinet to find some deodorant and quickly roll some under my arms.
I take in myself in the mirror, looking strangely rested, having slept through the entire night for once. Wes is in the kitchen, bowls and pans everywhere, cooking in full swing. He doesn’t notice me, bobbing his head along to some chill beat, his body swaying. He’s in a simple white tee, a pair of gray sweats hanging low on his hips. Whenever he moves, his T-shirt rides up, showing a glimpse of tanned skin.
I clear my throat, and his face lights up the second he sees me.
“Hey there, sleepyhead! You’re just in time.” He stirs a whisk around a pot of boiling water to create a whirlpool, then cracks an egg against the side and drops it into the pot.
As the eggs cook, he moves toward me, reaching for the strings on his hoodie. “Is that mine?” he smiles. I swallow, my gaze zeroing in on his lips.
