He stands at his full height again, meeting my hungry gaze, the fire in his eyes matching the inferno burning inside my chest. Confident fingers find my belt buckle, popping it open before undoing the button to my pants, sliding the zipper down, all while never taking his eyes off mine. Stepping up until we’re chest to chest again, he slides his hands around my waist, shoving them beneath my pants and briefs until he’s cupping my bare ass. He squeezes both cheeks in his palms before inching the material down my thighs.
They eventually pool around my ankles, and as smoothly as I can manage, I step out of my shoes, taking the pants with me until I’m standing before him completely naked. The door on my back is cool, making me shake with another shiver… or maybe it’s from the anticipation. I watch in rapt silence as Josiah rids himself of the last of his clothes too.
His body is exquisite. A work of art. Hard, strong muscles, deep, delectable lines, and miles of beautiful, inked skin. His long, thick cock is already hard, jutting out, and my hands itch to reach out and stroke him, but I don’t. Not yet. I’m letting Josiah take the lead tonight.
Thankfully, I don’t have to wait much longer because as his fingers reach out, dancing along my hip, he brings his mouth to mine, fusing our lips together. His tongue flicks along the seam, and when I open for him, he licks into my mouth. Tasting. Owning. My heart races for him like it’s our first kiss all over again.
Josiah has me pinned to my bedroom door, his body pressed into mine, and when he rolls his hips, the hard length of his cock rubbing against mine, I swear stars erupt behind my closed eyelids. I’m panting into his mouth, already wrecked, and we’ve barely gotten started. When he breaks the kiss, taking a single step back and putting space between us, I can’t stop the whine that escapes even if I tried.
“I want you on the bed,” he rasps, walking backward, taking my hand as he leads me to do just that. He lays me down, looming over my body as he brings his lips back down on mine. The kiss this time is short, as he trails down my body, licking and kissing along the way. Goosebumps are everywhere, a shiver wracking through me that has absolutely nothing to do with the temperature of the room, and everything to do with the sight of Josiah between my spread thighs, his mouth inching closer and closer to where I’m dying for him to be.
His lips leave their mark on every inch of skin on my abdomen; they brush along my hipbones, his tongue trailing along the deep divots of my V, and he buries his nose into the crease between my thigh and my groin. He inhales deeply and loudly, and instead of it embarrassing me like I’d think it would, it sets off a ravenous ache deep within my core, feeding something in the dark parts of my soul I didn’t know existed. The sound, the act, it’s all so lewd and filthy, but I love it.
A groan, hungry and guttural, rumbles from my chest, and I lift my hips, silently begging Josiah to put me out of my misery already. My cock is painfully hard, dripping sticky arousal, bobbing right next to his face while he pays it no mind. It’s maddening, and the chuckle he gives me as he peers up at me from beneath his lashes tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing too.
After what feels like an eternity, he wraps a steady hand around the base of my cock, running the glistening tip along the flat of his tongue, his eyes boring into mine. It’s a sight from my most erotic dreams. Biting down on my molars, I hiss through gritted teeth as he laps up my pre-cum, moaning as he does, like the taste is just too good.
Josiah drags his tongue along the length of me before dipping beneath my foreskin, swirling around the tip. My hips buck up without meaning to, the area so fucking sensitive I can hardly stand it. It feels so fucking good. His large, warm hand cups my balls, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm. He rolls them around, the rough, calloused feel of his palm electrifying every nerve in my body.
I pull myself up to rest on my elbows, watching insatiably as he closes his swollen, pink lips around my equally swollen crown, blanketing it in his wet heat.
“Holy shit, Josiah,” I moan.
Smirking with his mouth full, he sucks the tip for a moment before sinking lower, taking more and more of me in his mouth until I’m seated deep in his throat. The feeling of being completely enclosed by his mouth is unbelievable, and when he swallows around my length, the constriction of his throat is enough to make me come.
Slamming my eyes shut to avoid finishing too fast, I breathe heavily through my nose, trying to think of anything that could possibly bring me down from the ledge.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
I watch in awe as he glides up and down my length, taking the whole thing. Sucking, licking, slurping. Slow, then fast, then back to slow again. He sucks my dick like he can’t get enough.
My balls start to tighten, a tell-tale tingling spreading through my groin, and I know if I don’t stop him now, I’m done for. It takes every last ounce of self-control I have to reach down, giving his shoulder a shove. Thankfully, he backs off. Glancing up at me, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyeing me questioningly.
I bring my hands up to my face, groaning into them before meeting his gaze again. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
Josiah chuckles. “You coming is kind of the point.”
Rolling my eyes, I sit up, dragging him into me with a hand to the back of the neck. Smiling against his lips, I murmur, “Yeah, but I want to come with you.” I roll my tongue between his lips, tangling around his before sucking it into my mouth. It’s his turn to groan, his hands wrapping around my middle as he sits back, letting me climb into his lap.
Without breaking our lips apart, I reach between us, taking both of our dicks in my hand, pumping us in unison while also rocking my hips into him. The friction this creates is unreal. I can’t get enough. Josiah slants his head, letting me take the kiss deeper, the grip he has on my body turning bruising.
My lips leave his, trailing along his cheek until I get down to his neck. I suck on his hot, salty skin, biting down on the flesh, loving the way his body reacts to me. Swiping my thumb over our slick heads, I smear the pre-cum around, using it as a lubricant to continue to jack us together. We’re both rocking into my grip now, our balls slapping and rubbing.
The sound of our heavy breathing, mixed with the grunts and moans we’re both expelling, fill the otherwise quiet room, and it briefly crosses my mind that there is somebody in the room next to mine, and if they’re awake, there’s a good chance they can hear us. But the pleasure soaring through my body is too good to care about being heard.
My fingers thread through the thick, coarse hair at his nape, tugging his head back and guiding his mouth back onto mine. “I’m close,” I breathe against his lips.
“Me too,” he pants, flicking his tongue along my top teeth. “Kiss me while we come, baby.”
Our lips crash together as my release crests higher and higher. Our bodies are slick, moving fluidly as our tongues dance with each of our moans. I can’t get close enough, can’t chase this feeling fast enough. Josiah reaches down, his hand wrapping around mine on our cocks. The added pressure of his grip sends me over the edge, my release barreling through me, spurting out in hot, thick ropes as I cry out into his mouth. He swallows my moans down, giving me his own as he, too, finds his release.
By the time we’re done, we’re covered in our shared sticky mess and our chests are heaving with ragged, uneven breaths. I rest my forehead on his, eyes locking. This moment, like the last time we had sex, feels bigger than us. My chest is officially cracked wide for him, and the itchy, uncomfortable feeling of vulnerability is almost too much to bear.
Once our breathing evens out, I climb off his lap, and go into the bathroom to grab us a warm, wet towel to clean ourselves up. I’m thankful for the blanket of darkness covering the room, as it helps keep my anxiety at bay. This whole day with Josiah feels so good, and the last thing I want is for my head to get the better of me and try to push him away.
After tossing the dirty washcloth in the hamper, I amble over to the door where our clothes are discarded, grabbing our briefs, and bringing them to the bed, I hand Josiah his. “Knowing the guys, they’ll barge in here first thing in the morning, so unless you want them to see your dick, I’d suggest at least putting these on.”
He chuckles, but tugs them on anyway.
