Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Everything went in slow motion then. I felt it, savored it, but somehow it was also as if I were outside my own body, watching it happen, in the soft evening light filtering into the room.
Watching us, naked, kissing our way to the bed. Lying down, our bodies entwined as we rutted and kissed and touched. Our tongues tangled together, and we were all hands and bodies and mouths, silent promises and whispers of love.
“I’m really, really horny, and if we don’t do it soon, I might not make it,” Gage confessed, and I smiled.
I pulled the bag out of the nightstand, handed him the lube and a condom. Oh, there it was. I was trembling now. “How should I lie?”
“I guess…on your back for now? I have to stretch you.”
My eyes darted away, but he gently held my face until I looked at him. “I love you, Jojo. There’s no reason to be embarrassed with me.”
I nodded. He was right.
He slicked his fingers. I spread my legs. Gage lay beside me, looking down at me, then took my mouth in another slow-motion kiss. As he did, his hand sneaked behind my balls, rubbed me there, and maybe it should have been embarrassing, but it wasn’t, not anymore.
He started with one finger. It was weird and uncomfortable. He asked me numerous times if I wanted to stop, but I didn’t. When he touched a place inside me, I arched up, nearly jolting off the bed. “That’s good?”
“Yeah,” I gasped. “Yeah, I think so.”
One finger became two. The pressure went away, leaving only the unfamiliar fullness. He kissed me and told me he loved me and how beautiful I was to him, and that helped.
“I think you’re ready now,” he whispered.
I nodded. “Maybe I should get on my hands and knees?”
“Okay,” Gage said. “Whatever you think is best.”
I moved over, and as I did, he opened the condom and rolled it on. In the middle of my bed, with my ass in the air, I waited, watching him as he squirted lube onto his erection.
Gage then knelt behind me, and I shuddered when a cold finger touched my hole.
“Sorry. Should’ve warned you.”
“It’s okay. Just wasn’t expecting it.”
He leaned over me, kissed my spine. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I pushed my ass back toward him, suddenly needing Gage inside me now.
And again, it was weird. At first it hurt more than his fingers—pressure, stretching, burning. I buried my face in my pillow and took deep breaths. He went slow, kept stopping and asking, “Are you okay?” and “do you want me to pull out?” or “are you sure I should keep going?” and finally, “I just want to make you feel good. I’m trying to figure out how to make you feel good.”
Those words did it. It was amazing what simple words in the voice of someone you loved could do to you.
“Please,” I begged. “I want you. You always make me feel good.”
It went faster then. When his groin was against my ass, we both stopped…breathed.
“Fuck…oh God, Jojo. You don’t even know. I might die. Please don’t let me ruin this before it starts.”
I laughed.
“Holy shit. Fuck. Don’t do that. Your body tightens around me when you do.”
Because he was inside me. Gage was inside me.
My erection had gone away, but now it was beginning to plump up again.
“Can I move?”
“Yes,” I replied, and he did, his hips thrusting slowly, pushing in and pulling out. It was his words, though, the whispers of love and how good I felt, that went straight to my cock, filling it with blood.
When he moved, he rubbed that spot inside me, and oh, did it feel good. I closed my eyes, thrust back against him. Sex was getting better with each pump of his hips, and then his blunt nails dug into my hips and—“Oh God. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” His cock jerked inside me as Gage groaned out his orgasm, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” playing over and over.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Gage
I collapsed beside him, my body weak, my muscles like Jell-O, shame washing over me. I hadn’t made him come. It was his first time having sex, and he didn’t even get an orgasm out of it.
“I’m sorry,” I said again.
“It’s okay. It was still perfect because it was us…it was ours.”
He lay on his back, and my eyes traveled down his slight frame, his stomach, to his erection. “I’ll still get you off.” Even though my body felt like dead weight, like I could hardly move after the amazingness that just happened to me, I leaned down and over him, took his erection into my mouth.
Joey gasped, arched off the bed, his cock thrusting between my lips. I licked him, sucked him, used my hand in unison with my mouth. He tasted like salt but smelled like my Jojo—apples and cinnamon and fresh air.