by Jerry Cole
“Still jealous of them?”
Josh stood behind me, pulled me into a hug and kissed my ear.
“Not anymore, though I still wish it was as easy for us as it is for them,” I said, leaning into the soothing warmth of his body. “But it’s getting easier.”
“Hmm, come to bed, we can sort everything else out in the morning.”
This time I led him up the stairs and into the bedroom. I pulled the clothes off of his body and kissed his face, neck, lips, and back. This time I laid him down and let him watch as I got undressed.
His once, semi-erect cock was at full mast and his eyes were soft with desire. But he didn’t move. He didn’t advance on me despite the overwhelming urge to do just that. I watched the muscles in his thighs jump as he strained to stay still and let me come to him. I pulled a pair of socks out of his drawer and tied his wrists together and lifted them over his head. He let me, without protest. The only sounds he made were soft moans and sighs as I explored his skin with my lips, my teeth, my fingertips…not a single inch of his body was off-limits to me.
I took my time, straddling his hips as I slid my body against his. Having him naked and powerless beneath me was strangely erotic. The truth was that he could wrest control from me at any moment. He was powerful enough to take whatever he wanted from me, but what I saw in his eyes, what he proved with his actions, was that what he wanted most was for me to be satisfied.
I found the lube right where he left it and squeezed a dollop into my palm as I stroked his cock up and down, rubbing my thumb against the head of his cock, making it slick and shiny. He groaned and bucked his hips while enduring my torture. When I finally eased up, he was sweating and breathing hard, but he still didn’t complain.
I let him slide into me slowly, stretching and filling me. I felt like a virgin in many ways, nervously trying to master my desire and please my partner. He wasn’t the first man I’d slept with, but he was the only one who counted. He was the only one who ever wanted to care for me. That made every moment special.
As soon as our bodies were separated I untied his hands. I wanted them on my body. I wanted him clutching at me and stroking me and he didn’t disappoint. He grabbed my hips and thrust upwards, cracking me open. I followed his lead as he rocked and bucked, beating his maddening staccato rhythm into my body. Soon I was breathless and crazed, my hips rocking in time to his thrusts, my hands clutching at his shoulders as we moved together.
“I’m going to cum,” he moaned. I kissed his lips and held him tighter.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered against his mouth.
And he didn’t, not until we were both wrung dry.
I woke up again the next morning, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and softness. The sound of Friendly scratching at the door and the feel of Josh’s powerful body cradling mine were the best kind of Deja Vu I’ve ever had.
“They’ll be all right,” Josh mumbled into my ear. “Just give me a few more minutes. They can entertain each other.”
Normally I wouldn’t have even considered it. Friendly was the only one in the world who would stay by my side no matter what. I would never neglect her, even for a few minutes. But lately, I was doing things I usually never do; like answering calls from strange numbers and having sex with hot guys who know where I live. Today was no different
“Just ten minutes,” I said.
“That’s good enough for me,” he growled and pulled me back into bed.