Page 83 of Josh’s Play

I answered him by kissing down his jawline and neck, over his Adam's apple, feeling him swallow as he leaned into the touch. I made my way to his lips as one hand sought the waist of his jeans, tugging at the shirt that I’d first seen him wear months earlier when he’d attended one of the first Hockey House parties of the year and had ended up in this very room.

I worked the buttons from the top as I fought to free the hem from the bottom, kissing further down Josh’s chest as I opened each button. Josh arched back at my touch but swatted at my hand on the fly of his jeans, working himself to unbutton and unzip them as I continued to travel the center of his chest, the soft smattering of hair around his pecs tickling me as I went. I followed the path to his taut stomach. His shirt free, I let my hands travel on either side of his waist, and he squirmed at the touch.

“Ticklish?” I asked as I repeated the motion.

“No,” he lied as he wiggled below me and swatted my hands away once more.

I returned them, holding firm to his waist as I continued to kiss around his stomach.

“Enough!” he shouted as he sat up and pulled away from me.

“Very ticklish.” I smiled, dragging my fingertips down his still-denim-clad thighs as I sat up too. Our eyes locked as he pulled the shirt from his shoulders and worked his arms from it. I reached out to touch his forearms once they were free, admiring his small but firm muscles, but he moved away from me as I reached up, sliding to the end of the bed and standing to remove his jeans. I sat and watched, and Josh looked at me as he shoved the material down.

“You, too, my prince.”

“Huh?” I may have been a little preoccupied watching him disrobe, his slim thighs exposed and giving me a view of the coarser sandy hair that covered them. He was wearing a pair of maroon-colored briefs with a black waistband, and the colors contrasted with his pale winter skin in a way that made me want to lick him all over: the skin, the briefs, and the appendage within them, which was straining behind the material.

I moved to the end of the bed and reached out again.

“Take your shirt off for me, babe.”

“Huh?”

Josh laughed and moved forward, pulling my T-shirt over my head. My arms were willing, but once he tossed the shirt aside, my hands found his waist again, and I pulled him between my legs. I kissed around his stomach once more but gently pushed him back almost immediately.

“Not enough.” I stood and stripped with one hand, holding Josh in place with the other. He had to help with my balance as I worked first one, then the other of my socks off. Once I was steady, his hands explored my chest, and we both got lost in it for a moment as he traced my abs.

“So fucking fit. You are so beautiful, Cam.” Even though I wanted Josh to be turned on by me, and I knew there was no reason to be embarrassed, I could feel myself blushing. I held his hands in place before setting them at his sides, putting mine right where I wanted them.

“So are you.” I snapped the black waistband of his briefs. “These are so hot.” I started to slowly drag them down, following until I was on my knees in front of him. His cock sprang free and bounced in front of my face.

“But this is hotter.”

Josh worked to step out of the underwear as I grabbed his arousal.

“Cam …” Josh started, but when my mouth encircled the head of his cock, his words turned to a gasp. I looked up, worried that Josh was being performative, instead finding his head arched back. Since I’d stopped my movements to look up at him, he looked down to find me staring, his semi-hard cock resting in my mouth.

His hand ran through my long bangs before caressing my cheek. His eyes were blown wide, more navy blue than I’d ever seen them, making the ring of ice stand out even more in contrast.

I pulled off to tell him once again how beautiful he was, but he spoke first, lifting my chin before running his fingers through my hair and down my cheeks again. “I love your flushed cheeks.” His fingertips danced around my collarbones and shoulders. “I love the way the flush travels.”

I grabbed his cock again. “I love your flush of color too,” I joked, looking at his dick, which had softened but was perking up in my hand. “And I want to see if I can get it to match my cheeks.” I moved to put the tip in my mouth again.

“Okay,” he huffed.

“Okay,” I breathed, close enough for my breath to brush his member.

I started with just the tip again, sucking and licking while I stroked the base with one hand until I felt him firm up to my touch. I let my mouth venture further, meeting my hand and taking a few inches as Josh got harder and harder, and I got a taste of pre-cum. I pulled off and licked his slit, tasting before engulfing him again.

“Not too fast,” he cautioned. He arched back, lost in the sensation. Ignoring his plea, I dropped my hand and continued to take more and more of Josh’s cock with each pump, using my tongue to trace a vein on the underside. My hands found their way to Josh’s ass, and I could feel his tense muscles as if he was holding back. I appreciated the effort that must have taken, as my own body had begun to react, and I was rocking and thrusting in time to my glides up and down Josh’s member.

When one of my hands left his ass in favor of tugging at my own dick, Josh gently pulled me off him. He was now flushed, too, his face and his cock a vibrant red as he dropped to his knees to kiss me while taking both of our cocks in hand and tugging.

“I’m ready, Josh.” His look let me know he knew exactly what I was talking about.

“I know you are my prince, but so am I. I want you to fuck me.”

I leaned back and looked at Josh as he continued to stroke us together in a leisurely fashion. I was amped up and ready for more, making it my turn to tense my body and not thrust into his motions.