“You misunderstand,” he breathes out, his voice shaky. “This is—Fuck.” He takes a few more gulps of air and cranes his head to the side so he can meet my gaze. “I’m just a little overwhelmed, in the best way possible. North Hut doesn’t exactly have a thriving dating scene. And hooking up with theguests or staff at the hotel is typically not worth it. So, uh, I haven’t been with anyone for a long time… Besides, as kitchen staff I have to do health checks-ups every quarter and I…” He nuzzles his nose against my inner thigh, grazing the skin with his teeth. “I am in nominal health.”
I shiver.Oh. He got excited, not put off or spooked. This is good. Yes, this is definitely very good.
“With this out of the way and now that I know your preference,” he drawls, pushing off the bed with one elbow. “How about I make you feel really good?”
I stroke his shaft roughly and lave at the tip, my eyes drinking in the flexing and unflexing of his abs. “Are you sure you are up to the task?”
A surge of pleasure ripples through me as I feel his smile against my entrance. “You’ve no idea, baby.”
He dives right in, flattening his tongue against my hole. I buck, arching my back and pushing against him. His hands grab my ass cheeks and spread them, which gives him better access. His hot and slick tongue pushes past my rim, greedy and determined.
I moan and swallow him down to the root. His taste fills my mouth as he fucks my hole, the combination mind-blowing.
“Swo gwood,” he pants, pushing deeper into me with both his tongue and cock.
I can barely keep up, shaking and groaning from how good it all feels. It’s like my every nerve ending is part of it. Before long, I’m a blabbering mess, begging for more as I fuck myself on Jake’s tongue. He adds a finger, but that’s still not enough, the burn and the stretch nowhere near what they could be.
“More, please,” I whine when he slips out.
He rubs my rim with two fingers, dipping the tips in just barely. “Yeah? Is my tongue not enough for you, Ethan?”
I take a deep breath and swallow him again. His tip hits the back of my throat, which makes me gag a little. But I relax and let myself get used to the feeling before I slide back up and take him out of my mouth. “No. Jake, please. Need to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck, you are so hot. How do you like it?”
“Riding.”
He groans. “Bossy. Shit. Okay.”
We reposition, shuffling up the bed until he’s sitting under me with his back propped on the stack of silk pillows. I slick his cock with lube, then he presses it hot and hard against my crease, sliding up and down in torturously delicious friction. The bulbous head catches on my entrance now and then, teasing me with what’s to come.
Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me closer. His mouth finds my left nipple, nipping and pulling on it. He does the same to the right, then alternates between the two. It feels so amazing to have his body pressed against mine with no clothes getting in the way. His skin is smooth and warm, his scent is everywhere. The noises he makes envelop me, tangible like the rest of him as they keep adding to my arousal.
“Kiss me, Ethan,” he half-demands, half-pleads, tilting his head back.
I cradle his face and descend my mouth upon his. He opens for me, and I plunge inside, exploring him with my tongue. Goosebumps cover my arms as his sweet taste hits me, so I quicken the pace, ravenous to etch into memory the all-encompassing sensation of being with Jake.
As we settle into the deepening but still gentle kiss, slicked fingers find my hole. Two enter me easily, Jake’s tongue having done most of the work. The third one I can feel a little more, but even then it’s far from the intensity I am craving. I need more. Tofeel full, to be unable to think from pleasure. Shaking my hips, I show that to Jake with my body.
He smiles into the kiss, tightening his hold around my torso with one hand. The other one grasps his cock. “You are maddeningly shameless, you know that?”
“I’m unbearably horny, and it’s all your fault. So, you better take responsibility and make me scream your name, Jake.”
“Holy shit. What have I gotten myself into?” he laughs and lines up his dick.
I expect him to ram into me, that’s why I was riling him up. But just like everything so far, he enters me slowly and deliberately. Like it really is his mission to make me feel like an actual king. I experience every inch, first the crown as it pushes past my rim, then his thick and hot shaft. He’s bigger than he looked, stretching me to the point of delicious burn.
It takes ages until he’s fully inside me, the torturous pleasure blinding. Yet, there is no rush again. He lets me get used to his girth before he pulls almost all the way out and slides back in. It’s almost too much, every sensation ten times stronger. This isn’t just sex. It’s something else, I can tell. Something novel and scary and unexpected, but even so I want to dive into it headfirst.
Jake starts pumping a little faster. I move with him, controlling the pace. My body likes it hard and fast, but I stifle down the urge to turn this into a dirty fuck. I simply enjoy the way my body molds to his, the way we slot together like it’s the most natural thing. There is a lot of touching involved, too.
His hands roam all over me, stroking and caressing every part they can get to. My ass, my thighs, my shoulder blades, my arms. Every touch is electric, setting off zaps down my spine that heighten my pleasure. I can’t get enough of him either, worshiping his toned back and muscular arms, his silky hair. I pull on it from time to time, tipping his head back so I haveaccess to his lean neck. My kisses leave him trembling, stuttering the pace of his thrusts.
Eventually, I am the one fully dictating our rhythm, bouncing on top of him just how I like it. We lock in a kiss again, my cock trapped between us. Jake is moaning and panting, a mess of my own making. His face sports a beautiful flush and his eyes are glassed over when he opens them as we part of a gulp of air.
“I’m very close,” he rasps, raining wet kisses down my jaw and neck.
“I want to feel you come.”
