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I feel the heat of him, the hardness of him. Throbbing inside. But true to his word, he doesn’t cum in me.
Instead, he says, “I’m going to pull out, okay?”
“Okay…”
He shifts between us, and when he leaves my body, I feel tremendously empty.
I grab the back of his head and dive my tongue into his mouth. He sighs against me. When I release him, Jason latches onto Donovan, as though he’s a scuba diver and we’re his only source of oxygen.
He kisses Donovan…and kisses Donovan. They fall together and don’t stop kissing. The way they kiss is messy and swoony and makes my cunt clench.
When Jason finally releases Donovan, their lips are plump and they’re short of breath.
“If you want to get inside,” Donovan says, “you’re going to have to get me something.”
“Like…a nice watch?”
Donovan gives Jason a look like he’s lost his mind. “No. Idiot. Lube.”
“Right. On it.”
Jason gets up and goes into the bathroom. He hunts around for only a moment before he comes out with a jar of Vaseline between his fingers. “Found this in the first aid kit.”
“That’ll do.”
I lie back on the stuffed pillows. I feel boneless, and spent, but my blood hums as I watch Donovan and Jason learn each other.
Jason breaks apart to pull Donovan’s pants from him. I can’t help it—my lips go dry at the sight of Donovan’s naked body. He’s sleek, toned, and the rings around his necklace look messy across his chest. Jason seems to admire it, too, because he slides his hand down the front of Donovan’s body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Jason says. He’s genuine, too; I don’t think he even notices how often these little notes of affection fall from his lips.
Donovan shifts underneath Jason. “I’m ready.”
Jason pops the top of the Vaseline jar and sets it to the side. He scoops a dollop out and slips his hand between Donovan’s legs.
“How’s that?”
A light laugh from Donovan.
“You don’t have to be gentle,” he says. “You’re not going to hurt me.”
“Okay…”
When Jason fits himself inside of Donovan, Donovan moans, and the sound pulls a throb from between my legs.
“God, you feel good,” Jason murmurs.
“Less talking,” Donovan grunts, his eyebrows knitting, “more of what you’re doing with your hips.”
Their bodies rock together, moaning, sweating. I have to touch them, so I do; I slip my fingers through Donovan’s hair. He leans into my touch, so I run my hand down, slipping it down his chest, his abdomen.
I graze the curly hair between his legs.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“Very,” he pants.
I shift my body and tuck in beside his. I run my fingertips up the length of his cock. He’s so hard, but his skin is silky soft. I trace the veins of him and then finally take him fully in my hand. His breath catches at that, and I stroke him, slowly, listening closely to the spots that make him moan and pant a little quicker.
