Page 53 of AJ’s Fire

“More?”

I nodded, and he slid that much further inside of me. He was obviously being cautious, but I was beyond ready. I moved my hands from his sides to his ass. “Now, baby,” I whispered as I pushed on his glutes.

He slid the rest of the way in, never taking his eyes from me. I could feel the scruffy brush of him against me when he bottomed out, and I grunted then. “So full, so ready.” I hadn’t meant to say it aloud, but the words fell out of my mouth with conviction.

“Oh my god, Jackson. It’s never …” He didn’t finish the sentence.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, but I realized what an amazing amount of restraint AJ must be harnessing. I kissed him lightly before reaching up to whisper directly into his ear as I tightened my muscles around him and was rewarded with a delicious moan. “Right. Now.”

I’d closed my eyes but could feel him nod against me as he lifted his hips and pulled out to his tip.

“Ugh,” he narrated. Then he slowly did that about three more times, or for an eternity, my hips following along as ingrained instinct instructed them to move with him. His pace picked up stroke by stroke, thrust by thrust, grunt by grunt. The rock of my hips and the beat of my heart kept time with him. And then he lifted up on his arms, taking his face away from me but adjusting his angle in the process, and the fireworks took off for the skies, a finale’s worth with every thrust. I wanted to reach for him, but the angle was the key, so I sought his gaze instead as he hovered above me.

Those eyebrows were buried under his sweaty, flopping bangs, and his eyes were intense, not playful. “Yeah? There?” His words were insistent, like national security depended on the answer.

I moved with him, and with each rise of my hips, I yelled out, “Right. Fucking. There.”

I couldn’t think beyond that until from somewhere between and around the explosions, I heard, “Can you come?” You would think coming would have been the purpose of the frenzy, but I realized as he said it that the moment had taken on so much more. It was about discovery and connection and sensation and him. It wasn’t about having found that spot or being fucked for the first time. It was about AJ having found that spot and AJ fucking me for the first time.

“You,” I gasped on a thrust.

“Together,” he countered.

“Are you ready?” I huffed out, and my inner walls asked the question as well as I bore down on him. He reared his head back and practically screamed his grunt as his orgasm took over, and he pounded into me, hitting and missing the spot, but then he found it again as his movements became tighter, his tip hitting it over and over as I grunted in time with his thrusts. I pulled him to me, my dick hugged tight between our bodies as I lost control, lost sight and sound and all sensation except for that indescribable one. Then I just let go. I let go in a way I had never let myself before, not with any woman. I let go in a way you could only do with someone you trusted. Someone you loved.

He dropped his arms down, splaying them out on either side of us, the plastic rustling with the movement. We breathed each other in like that, him nestled in the crook of my neck as our heavy breathing turned to deep inhales, and our inhales into calming breaths. I felt one of his hands move, and he patted the bed in a few places until his hand was by my ass.

“Are you lying on the plastic?”

“The blanket may have shifted a little.” AJ rose slowly back up onto his arms, and even while the bicep I was staring at looked bigger than my face, I could see it tremble. He slipped out of me slowly, watching my expression the whole time. I could feel a dribble of cum slide down my ass cheeks, and my eyes widened at the sensation.

AJ rose and stood at the foot of the bed, and I could see the moment he saw it, his eyes going big too, tightly focused on my hole.

“We need to get cleaned up before Jamie gets home. And you need to get off that piece of plastic.” He held out his hands, and I sat up, thinking I would slide toward him, but as soon as I was sitting fully, I could feel the burn in my ass, not as strong as the first time I had overeagerly used a toy, but a sensation, a reminder nonetheless. I swung over the side instead, my ass cheek clinging to the plastic until I was standing up. I took the blanket with me and used it to wipe myself off as well as the bed.

I walked past AJ, using the blanket as a towel to capture any more drippage, smiling at him and keeping eye contact as I walked past. “We better hurry and shower up before they get here.”

I led the way, but AJ detoured to grab towels from the hallway closet. I was under the stream when he entered and pulled the curtain back. I stepped back so he could use the stream, but he squeezed in behind me instead, placing a hand between my shoulder blades.

“Stay,” he said. There was an ancient bar of soap that I’d already used once. I soaped up my chest, but AJ reached from behind me and took over. “Are you okay?” he whispered sheepishly into my ear. “I’ve never …”

“AJ, I know you’ve done that before.”

AJ shoved me from behind, and how much more awesome was a bro-dude shove when the dude’s penis slapped you on your ass cheek. “Not what I was going to say. I have done that before, but it’s never been so … intense. I feel like … I’m worried that I …” He stopped rubbing, held me tight, and said into my ear, “Did I go too far?”

I hadn’t realized how much I’d tensed up, waiting for AJ’s confession, until my whole body relaxed. Had I thought he was going to express regret? Of course I did. There was so much about what was happening between us that I couldn't understand. But I understood my caring friend, and I could easily put his mind at ease.

I turned into him and looked up, one hand around his back and one on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat under my fingertips. “I don’t know how to explain it, Aje. My ass, it’s on fire.” A look of concern started to cloud his beautiful features. I pressed on his chest. “But it feels amazing, like this secret reminder that I get to carry with me. Of what we just did. Of you. I feel fucking fantastic, AJ.” It was his turn to visibly relax on a sigh.

“Oh my God, Jackson. I’ve never felt that way before. I was wild. I couldn’t stop myself, chasing that … that feeling I don’t think I could ever describe. But at the same time, knowing the way it was making you crazy, that just made it so much hotter, so much more intense.”

Remembering that we were on a time clock, I turned us around without letting go of him, and he leaned into the shower to wet his head. He turned around and put a hand out. I poured shampoo into it.

“Do you think I can try it sometime?” His eyes were dancing, that new combination of my joking friend and my lusty lover.

“Yeah, I think that can be arranged.”

He stepped back then but not before brushing my lips with a rainy kiss. “I’ll toss the towels and that blanket in the washer, and maybe we should pull the wrappings off the bed.” His eyes climbed up his forehead. “That way Jamie and Devon won't notice that we molested the plastic packaging. Were you terribly uncomfortable? I think I could feel it under my leg, but I was so distracted I couldn’t tell you for sure.”