Page 61 of AJ’s Fire

“Don’t you fucking dare. I might come just from that look on your face.”

“Right, right.” I scooped up the bottle of lube. “Don’t fucking move.”

I snapped out of the fog that wrapped around me like a warm hug and into an immediate frantic state, pumping way too much lube on my fingers for a quick refresh and pushing up on my knees to play with my hole. AJ’s gaze had never been more intense.

“I’ve been playing with that toy. Practicing. This will only take”—I shoved fingers two and three in at the same time, working the lube around—“a second.”

I pulled out and lubed up one more time, knowing that AJ, even in his current state, would protest if I went too fast.

I leaned back so AJ could watch me work, and even after everything we had done, I was still a little shocked that I’d put myself on display in that manner.

“Not gonna last here, cariño. Not fucking watching you like that.”

In a teasing tone, not having moved a muscle except for that hand and its three fingers moving in and out of my hole, I said, “Now?”

“Right fucking now.”

I had the lube bottle in one hand practically before the other was out of my body, squirting it over AJ’s cock and giving it the quickest rub, both of us aware that any more would mean game over. AJ sat up a little higher on the headboard, and I straddled him, holding his dick upright behind me and easing myself onto it.

His eyes shone as he said, “You are so fucking sexy.” He remained still, and I could see the strain on his face.

“Don’t wait!” I practically shouted, and it was a glaring contrast to all the talking and joking we had done.

He began to rock his hips, and the first time he lifted them off the bed, he matched my tone with a, “Holy shit!” More softly, he continued, wide-eyed, “I can feel your cum dripping out of my ass. Wow, that’s …” I got nervous, worried that it would be too real for AJ, too gross. “That’s fucking hot, Jackson.” He squished his face. “Sorry about the mess.”

“I most certainly am not,” I said as I lowered the upper half of my body, bringing our faces together, eyes locked, lips barely brushing. It was like I needed to be connected in every way. I needed his lips and his eyes on me. “And it’s my fucking turn.” I put one arm on his chest, my fingers splayed on his sternum, fingertips touching his throat, the other on the headboard behind him, and then I began to work him over, rocking, rolling, and pumping until he writhed and grunted below me. AJ grabbed my waist and slid down to a prone position, and the adjustment had him hitting that spot inside me, and to my amazement, I felt my dick tighten again with each pulse. I chased it then, moving my hips while AJ pumped up into me.

I dropped down onto him, rocking and rubbing and whispering directly in his ear, “That’s it, AJ, that’s the spot. You’re so fucking big and so fucking good at this that I’m gonna come again. Just. Keep. Doing. That.” AJ took in a huge breath, and his movements stopped.

The sweetest squeaking sound came out of his mouth, then he desperately said, “Don’t stop.” I hadn’t stopped moving, but I went faster in case he was talking to me and not himself.

Then I went back to whispering in his ear, his hair, completely drenched in sweat, tickling my face. “That’s right, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. Come for me, then I’m gonna come all over you again. Do you want that, my cum in your ass and all over your hairy chest?” I lifted up and ran my fingers through it for good measure, and AJ captured my face, that intense look overwhelming me, but he held me tight as he shoved in twice more, his mouth dropping open and his eyes not leaving mine until he was overcome, his head tilting back in silent ecstasy.

He stroked my face before dropping down completely to the bed. I made a move to begin to pull off, but he grasped my hips to hold me in place. I couldn’t wait. I watched him come down with his eyes closed, catching his breath, the flush beginning to recede from his shoulders as I pumped and squeezed and flicked my tip, desperate to get off again. The tightening of my inner walls had AJ’s eyes popping open, and they traveled immediately to watch as a rope of cum jettisoned and landed in the coarse curls between his pecs. My orgasm was as silent as his had been, my head tilted back and my mouth dropped open.

I collapsed on him then, and his softening cock slipped out. I could feel a drop of moisture following it. A long, growly fuck came out of me.

“Yeah?”

“I can feel it too. Your cum, dripping out of me.”

“Weirdly hot, right?”

“So fucking hot. Why is that so fucking hot?”

“I mean, for me. I’m not the one who has to clean the sheets, so …”

“Shut the fuck up. If you’re staying here tonight, you are most certainly helping with the sheets.”

We were laughing again, but I saw the look of relief on AJ’s face when I mentioned him staying over. He had said he was going to when we were at the station, but then I’d basically done my best to avoid him for the entire day, never having really confirmed our plans.

I stayed splayed on top of him, and he hugged me close, both of us sweaty, greasy, and dripping cum. “We should eat some Chinese food and get washed up.”

I sat up to look first at him, then down at my own chest, which had been pressed up against his. My messy, greasy ass was resting on top of his spent dick, and yet I had never felt more comfortable or relaxed. I could have stayed like that with him forever.

“I know you’re hungry because you're always hungry, but we need to flip the order on that and shower up first.”

“You think you’re up for number three? Because I’m not sure I can shower with you and not …”