Chapter 47

Joey

Somehow, we manage to get inside of Anthony’s room before our cocks are released. My blood is pumping, heart pounding in my ears as we watch each other strip. I feel frenzied, impatient even, but our movements are slow and seductive.

With a quick flip of my wrist, my jeans are unbuttoned, the sound of my zipper filling the room with erotic promise.

“You can’t even begin to imagine how much I’ve needed you.”

Trying not to wince at his words, I push my jeans to the floor. My cock, standing proudly in front of him, has missed this as much as he has. The knowledge that I’m the reason we’ve been apart the last couple of days sits like a stone in my stomach.

“I need you too,” I confess as I snap my feet, kicking off my flip flops so I can kick away my jeans.

“Let me,” Anthony offers as he, naked as the day he was born, falls to his knees in front of me.

Struggling with my jeans stops the second he clasps my ankle. A warm hand caresses my calf as he urges me to lift my foot. In a matter of seconds, my jeans are tossed to the side, and his hot breath is covering my sensitive skin.

“Yes,” I moan. It’s a plea and a vow all in the same breath.

“I want to tease you,” he says as he wraps his big fist around me and strokes once down my length. “I want to punish you for not coming to me sooner.”

“You may have to do that next time,” I tell him as my sack tightens further against my body. “I’ll come just from this.”

Being the cock tease that he is, Anthony releases my shaft as his lips land open-mouthed kisses on my upper thigh. Licking, nipping, and sucking, he worships every inch of the flesh on my lower stomach and upper legs. He’s refusing to touch me where I need it most, and the misery is painfully amazing.

“Please,” I beg, jutting my hips out, my cock waving in his face like a white flag of surrender.

“Tell me you won’t leave me to wonder about us again.”

“Never again,” I vow. It’s the easiest promise I’ve ever made. This man will never doubt where my heart and body belong.

“I love you, Joseph Snow.”

His words destroy me. It doesn’t matter that we’ve said them before. The dedication in his voice assures me as much as I know the sun will rise tomorrow, that he’s in this for the long run, and I made the right decision by coming here today.

“Say it with your mouth around my cock,” I tease.

“Always a challenge,” he says with a soft chuckle that nearly brings me to my knees.

“Loving you isn’t a challenge,” I swear.

After a sexy wink, he leans in and ends my misery. Warm lips wrap around my cock head and that wicked tongue of his toys with that sensitive spot on the underside.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “That’s so good.”

“Mmm,” he responds.

The vibrations collide with the orgasm already stinging my spine.

It’s all over when his other hand joins the party. Before he can fully cup my sack, the first pulse of my release is making my cock jerk in his mouth. Taking the lightning fast climax in stride, Anthony sucks and swallows until I’m spent, curved over him like a sack of flour.

“Jesus,” he says releasing me with a pop and smacking his lips. “You weren’t joking.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s seriously hot that I can make you come that fast.” I don’t bother telling him that I’ve been a loaded gun for days, refusing to get myself off even when my body was begging for it.

“Tell me you have lube.” I search his eyes for an answer, but all I get is a devious smirk. “If you don’t we’re going to have to hit the kitchen for some fucking butter or something.”

His laugh, usually music to my ears, echoes all around us.

“I read an MM shower scene once where they used conditioner. It was hot as fuck,” he says, that perfect smile still tugging at his lips.

“Let’s go then,” I say and grab his hand.

“I’ve got lube,” he offers refusing to move his feet when I tug on his hand.

“Why are you stalling?” He was all for what I suggested earlier.

“It’s been a very long time,” he confesses sheepishly.

“How long?” I ask, turning and crashing my chest against his.

“Years,” he pants against my mouth when I rock into him and clasp my own fist around his straining length. “And you’re…”

“I’m what?” I taunt against his mouth.

“Bigger,” he huffs as my fingers graze his balls and the sensitive skin behind them. “A lot bigger.”

“You’re nervous.” It’s a statement, not a question because I can feel the tremble in his back as I hold him close.

“Yes,” he answers on another groan when the tips of my fingers brush over his most private place.

“I’ll be gentle, promise.”

When he pants in relief, I use the opportunity to sweep my tongue inside of his mouth. The time for talking has ended, and the only thing I can focus on is getting him ready to take my cock. The sheer power he’s giving me already has my dick lengthening in anticipation.

“What the—” he spits when I push him on his bed.

“Be a good boy, Tony and spread your legs for me.”

“Lube?” I point to the bedside table. He may have confessed his love for me, but that doesn’t give me free reign over his things. Bedside drawers are private, just ask anyone with an active sex life.

He nods enthusiastically, spreading his legs wide.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I praise after grabbing the lube and tossing a condom on the bed beside him. “You want this, too?”

His eyes widen when I flash the plug that was nestled in the nightstand drawer beside the container of lube.

“Your fingers,” he says as he shakes his head. “I want your skin.”

“We will fuck a million times just the way you want,” I promise. “But we’re mature adults, and there’s a process and tests before that’s gonna happen.”

His pout disappears at the sound of the lube lid snapping open. My brain reminds me that we’ve sucked each other off, and if disease is what I’m worried about, we’re well past that now. I shove it away and focus on the very aroused man right in my face.

“You teased me. It’s my turn.” My own devious smile spreads my face when he shrinks away from the cold lube when I pour it over his straining cock and the crease between his cheeks.

“Dick,” he spits, the words turning into a low moan when my fingers spread the liquid down the length of his erection.

“Patience,” I whisper.

Stroking him leisurely, I ignore the snap of his hips as he tries to fuck my hand.

“More,” Anthony pants. “Please?”

“Greedy fucker,” I chuckle, sliding my hand down, bypassing his nuts, and pressing the tip of my middle finger against his hole.

His eyes clench tight, but the sensual circle of his hips is all I need to press further.

“God,” he moans making the one syllable word seem like three.

“Breathe and relax,” I urge as his ass clenches, attempting to keep me out.

“Mmm,” is his response when my finger dips in several times before I pull out and reenter with two.

“Feel good?” I ask, scissoring my fingers, stretching him and getting him ready to take my cock.

“So good.”

When his hips buck forward again, I wrap my hand around his dick, and he wastes no time fucking into my fist.

“I’m ready.” The words are another plea, and fuck, I love that he’s begging me to sink inside of him.

Slowing my hand on his dick and pausing with my fingers buried inside of him, I have to squeeze my own eyes closed. Just the sight of him, splayed out, willing and ready for me to fuck him is enough to renew the tingle down my spine.

“Put the condom on,” I urge.

Expecting him to balk, I’m surprised when he reaches for the condom with one hand and my dick with the other. He rolls the latex over my shaft, and I have to focus on the stroke of his cock not to blow again in seconds.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” I’ve got three fingers in him now, but even so, it’s not as thick as what he’s begging for.

Violently, he nods his head, shifting his hips back so my fingers pull from his body.

“Will you fuck me already?” Fire and need fill the honey color of his eyes.

“Eager? Just minutes ago, you weren’t so sure.”

“If you don’t fuck me…”

His words dry up when I line my cock up to his opening and push forward.

He stills me with a hand pressed against my thigh, and it’s absolute torture. He’s clenching the head of my cock, and the heat and strain are almost unbearable.

“Okay,” he says after an eternity. He doesn’t pull his hands from my thighs, but his fingers rest gently rather than dig into my skin.

When I push forward another couple of inches, his hands clench again.

“You’re fucking killing me,” I hiss, the tension in my balls is screaming at me to ram forward, which if he were anyone else I would’ve done by now. I know all about the abrupt invasion and the searing burn that turns to bliss once a rhythm is established, but Anthony isn’t some random guy. I love him, and he’s trusting me to do right by him.

“Now,” he says with a whimper, pulling his hands from my thighs to urge me to lean over him.

My legs straighten, and we’re chest to chest. The movement shoves me in to the hilt, and he’s the best thing I’ve ever felt before in my life.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He moans, hips shifting to adjust to the intrusion. “I have to move.”

I’m pulling out and slowly pushing back in before he can even give me the okay. My body is taking over, the promise of orgasm and the endorphins that releases with it the only goal. I have to fight, an honest to God struggle, to keep from plowing into him and taking what my brain is demanding.

He calms me. The gentle brush of his hand down my back to clutch my ass soothes my nerves enough for me to refocus.

“Kiss me,” he commands, and I’m a slave to his wishes.

Our mouths meet, a slow tangle of tongues that matches the languid stroke of my cock into him.

Seconds, minutes, or hours, I have no concept of time. With his mouth on mine and his legs wrapped around me, there’s not a single other thing I’d rather be doing.

It isn’t until he’s trying to shove his hand between our bodies, that I realize I’ve been neglecting him.

“Mine,” I tell him as I sit back on my heels and swat his hand away. “Are you going to come for me?”

He nods frantically, his fingers regripping my upper thighs as my movements hasten.

I fist him in my hand, stroking almost roughly as my balls draw closer. He’s shaking with his eyes squeezed closed, and I know he’s close, too.

“Watch,” I tell him, but my eyes are focused when I’m repeatedly sinking into him and the steady stroke of his cock. “Fuck I could do this all day.”

His only response is a heavy groan when his dick jerks in my hand and ropes of cum streak over his chest. Ass clenching with his release, his orgasm detonates my own, and I immediately hate that I insisted on wearing a condom.