He’s so fucking tight. Even tighter than normal, and I wonder if it’s because he’s self-conscious in the underwear. “Come on, you gotta open up.”
“I will. I promise.”
His words entice me. I push in.
He reaches back and rests his hand on the side of my thigh. “Oh, God, that feels amazing,” he says. He turns to me, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open. “Come on. Keep going. I just need you inside me right now.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh, nothing’s fucking hurting.”
I push my pelvis forward, my cock driving deeper within him.
He gasps. “Goddammit. God-fucking-dammit.”
I let him adjust to my girth as I push.
He takes deep breaths. “Shit, your super-cock feels so good,” he says.
“Probably better that way since you obviously need a big fat cock opening you up.”
“Yeah, I do.”
As he breathes, I rock my pelvis back and forth. We build into a rhythm, and when I can tell he’s adjusted, I reach down and grip onto his brown locks, tugging him back. He arches his back even more and leans so that his back is pressed against my chest. I wrap an arm around him and feel my fingers across his ab muscles, even more rigid than usual as he struggles to maintain this position.
I fuck him, and soon, he turns to me, sweat streaming down his face as his body twitches slightly. I wrap my other arm around him, feeling my thumb across his cheek. He leans into it and sucks on my thumb. He’s wilder than usual, willing to explore with the addition of our new toy.
“I like having you like this,” I say. “I wish I could breed you like you need to be bred.”
He reaches behind him and sets his hand on the back of my head, stroking gently. He opens his mouth, releasing my thumb as he says, “That’s all I want too.”
And that makes it impossible for me not to thrust. Again and again and again.
His body jerks around so much that I’m worried about him falling forward and off the bed, so I wrap my arms under his and place my hands on the back of his head, forcing his arms up above him. Forcing him to be mine. Do as I wish. Serve me.
“Like I said,” I add. “No coming until I say so.”
He whimpers. I’ve never heard him make a sound like this before. Something about wearing the girly underwear is making him behave more feminine that usual. And that makes me feel more like a man. His man. The one responsible for pleasuring him. The one responsible for giving him the best fuck I can.
“My cock,” he says. “I need to come. Please.”
As much as I want to withhold it from him, I can’t. I want to please him so fucking much. I lower my arms and reach down, beneath the panties, gripping his dick. I lean so that my face is right against his ear, my breath slamming into it as I tell him, “Give me a big load, Jay. Give me the biggest fucking load you can.”
“I will,” he says, his body trembling with excitement as I fuck him. Judging by the way he moves, I’m hitting his prostate. He tilts his head back, gritting his teeth. I can tell he’s about to blow.
And seeing how much he’s enjoying taking my cock, I’m going to as well.
He twists his body side to side before I feel the familiar spasm of his body. I glance over his shoulder, seeing his load shoot across the sheets, a little hitting the edge of the bed.
The pressure in my pelvis builds so quickly that it hurts, surely as much as his cock hurt when I was hitting his prostate just right. When he was begging for me to let him come.
As I explode into the condom, a wave of heat rushes to my face. It’s a powerful feeling, a climax unlike anything I’ve experienced with Jay before. My body trembles against his as I wrap both arms around him and hug him tight, appreciating all that he just gave me. Hoping that he appreciates it, too.
26
Jay
Oh…my…God. Fuck.
When he first suggested this, I almost told him that if he wanted to fuck a girl, he needed to find himself one. But his interest in something so strange fascinated me. I wanted to see where it would lead. When I put the panties on, I felt flustered. Embarrassed. Aroused. Maybe because it was a side of Reese I hadn’t seen before. Maybe because I liked the idea of him humiliating me, making me an object just for his pleasure. Whatever the reason, it was hot as fuck, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
I’m still shaking from the excitement. Who would have known that wearing a woman’s thong would transform our already incredible sex into something even more profound?
I lie curled up against him, the panties hanging off the corner of the bed. Normally, I’m not in the mood to get cuddly, but after what we did, I sense a different sort of connection with Reese. We just shared something really special, and I can tell by the way he holds me that he feels the same way. At least, I hope I’m reading this right.
“I…uh…” he says after a stretch of silence. Not an awkward, uneasy silence. A meditative one. A chance for us both to recover from the experience.
I shift onto my side so I can look at him. “So you really never tried that with anyone else?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “I wouldn’t even know how to bring it up.”
“You didn’t have much of an issue telling me.”
“Well, you practically dragged it out of me.” He wears a sharp smile.
But seeing this sexual side of him, this darker side with these needs I knew nothing about makes me a little uneasy, too.
“What is it?” he asks.
How can he fucking read me that well?
I don’t want to say anything, but there’s a question on my mind that we both need to address before we keep going. “This might sound like a dumb question, but do you want to open up the relationship?”
“Is that what you want?” I can tell by his expression that my question makes him uncomfortable.
“No, no. That’s not why I’m asking. I wasn’t asking for me. I just meant that I want to make sure all your sexual needs are met, and with that titanium dick of yours, I just…I wouldn’t want to keep you from anything, that’s all.”
“I assumed that we meant we’d be exclusive when we agreed to be boyfriends.” He sounds upset that I’ve even brought this up.
“You’re totally thinking about this the wrong way. I’m getting everything I need from you, but if you need to run around and get some things from other guys, I get that. But I think that I should be able to as well.”
“I don’t like the idea of other guys fucking around with you,” he says quickly. His face turns red and the veins in his neck push forward. It’s like just the thought of me messing around with other people pisses him off.
“I’m not doing anything with anyone else. And I wasn’t planning on it. I just didn’t want to step on your toes, in case you did.”
“I don’t want that.” His response is quick, definite.
I’m glad he said it, but it stirs apprehension within me as well.
“Then no, I don’t want to do anything either,” I say.
“You don’t look like that’s what you really want, though.”
“It’s not about what I want.”
I’m not surprised by the look he gives me—confused.
“Reese, I’ve been in enough relationships to know how things work. To know that asking for you to not hook up with other guys is like asking for the sun not to rise. Why spoil what we have going on with rules and limitations?”
“Are you saying you have a hard time being faithful—”
“No, no. I’ve never cheated on anyone. I just…I’ve been the one who’s been cheated on enough times to know that it’s just…well, it’s not a fluke. It’s something in human nature. Something that I think is inevitable…eventually.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“The most serious relationship I ever had was with this guy Kyle. It was in New Orleans. We’d been seeing each other for about three months. Had the same conversation. He di
dn’t want to be in an open relationship. I thought things were actually moving somewhere. It was so odd to meet a guy that I didn’t want to just have sex with. I mean, it started out that way, but then it turned into something so much more serious. We started talking. Enjoyed staying up together and chatting about pretty much nothing, and then so much. After we agreed to just see each other, he had to go to Baton Rouge on business. He was in accounting for a pretty big firm that had offices there, and he needed to go help them sort through some paperwork. I didn’t talk to him much while he was there. He was always texting, telling me he was too busy to chat. I just felt that things were off, and I knew what was going on. I mean, I didn’t want to know, but I did, and it hurt. I thought I’d actually found a good person in the world, and then…Well…After he got back, I did what any reasonable person does when they’re faced with skepticism. Went through his phone. Didn’t have any texts, which made me feel like a fucking idiot for looking. Then a Facebook notification popped up on the screen. New message. Clicked it, and there it was: a thread of messages with this guy he’d been hooking up with while he was gone.”
“Oh, God.”
“He’s not the only guy I’ve met who’s been like that. I told you about that other asshole. And between that and seeing how I’ve never met anyone who hasn’t had some story like that, I just know that statistically, that’s how it goes.”
“It doesn’t have to be like that, though.”
“I don’t need you playing like you’re something that you’re not. Clearly you have sexual desires that you weren’t telling me about, and I would rather not make the agreement than wonder later on why the hell we did in the first place.”
He’s quiet, and it concerns me because I don’t want him thinking that I want to run off and hook up with other guys. That’s not what it’s about at all.
“I’m sorry,” he says, catching me off guard.
“What could you possibly have to be sorry for?”
“That you’ve been hurt so much. That so many guys have left you feeling like the world is a terrible place. It doesn’t have to be like that, though, Jay. I believe that monogamy is possible. And I don’t mind being the one to show you that.”
His words dissolve my defensiveness about this. As I gaze into his eyes, I believe him. I feel so vulnerable. Like I did wearing those panties. But just like with those, I want to take a risk. I want to take a chance that normally I wouldn’t be willing to take. I want to believe that Reese can prove me wrong, but I wonder if I’m stupid for believing it’s possible.
He pulls me close to him, looking me in the eyes.
“Come here, Jay,” he says playfully. “You don’t have anything to worry about with me. What I want is right here in bed with me.”
“Just don’t hurt me, okay?” I ask. “I’m fine if you change your mind, but talk to me. Don’t make a fool out of me. That’s all I’m asking. Because that…that’s too much for me. Feeling like an idiot.”
“You’re not an idiot.” He kisses me, and I relax into his hold.
He pulls away slowly, rubbing his nose against mine, his scruff scratching softly against my face. He leans back until he’s looking into my eyes once again.
“I won’t betray you, Jay. I wouldn’t do that. I know we’re still figuring each other out. Learning who the other is. But that’s not me. And one day I’ll show you that, and you’ll trust me the way you should have been able to trust those other assholes.”
I blush. He has me totally losing my cool tonight. Letting him through every barrier I’ve worked so hard to create throughout my life. It’s nice knowing that I’ve met someone who I feel comfortable letting it all down around because it’s so hard acting tough all the time. Hard to act like I’m strong enough to handle anything when all I really want to do is break down and cry.
He kisses me, his warm lips and wet tongue destroying what little remains of those boundaries within me.
Just don’t let me down, Reese. Please don’t let me down.
***
“Hey, man,” Tyler says as he enters the break room.
Considering he saw Reese and I together last night at the movies, I’ve been wondering how he’d react to us at work today.
He didn’t say anything about it while we were on the floor together. Acted like he hadn’t noticed anything was up. But now that he’s entering the breakroom, acknowledging my existence, I’m a little concerned. I kinda wish we hadn’t been scheduled for lunch at the same time.
He heads to the wall of mini-lockers opposite the table I sit at. He retrieves a brown paper bag like the ones he usually brings his lunch in. He sits in the chair adjacent to me at the main table.
“Hey, Tyler,” I say for politeness’s sake. I take a bite out of a ham and cheese sandwich I made this morning. Tyler opens his bag and unloads his lunch.
“So how long you guys been seeing each other?” he asks without hesitation.
I eye him uneasily.
“I’m not judging. My brother’s gay. I’m totally down with it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Our parents are dicks about it, but it’s not a big deal, and one of my wife’s best friends is gay. Hell, if I’d known about either of you guys, I would’ve fucking been trying to hook him up. He’s on the prowl for a new man right now.”
“You sure weren’t like this when I first started working here.”
“I was a little nervous. I don’t think anyone told you, but you were replacing my old job because I couldn’t work fast enough. I had back surgery a few months before you got here, and it hasn’t been an easy recovery for me. Your position opened up because Reese realized he had to move me around so we could keep up with deliveries. He thought he might not be able to keep me on because he wouldn’t have a place for me. I was just lucky that he ended up fighting to keep me with the owners.”
Once again, I’m confronted with evidence that Reese isn’t just a good boss. He’s a good person.
Not only for making peace between us, but because he didn’t just let them sack Tyler when he was struggling—most people wouldn’t have given a shit.
Reminds me I’m real lucky to be with him.
27
Reese
The Uber car heads through a neighborhood in Buckhead.
“Definitely not living over here on the salary Tyler makes at the factory,” I say.
“His wife’s an attorney,” Jay says. “She handles domestic disputes. I imagine she makes plenty of money.”
“Apparently.”
I’m surprised he knows that much about Tyler. But I have noticed them chatting in the warehouse recently. He’s not just that way with Tyler, either. He’s started to warm up to the rest of the guys, and I’m impressed as hell because he’s come a long way from the guy who started here two months ago—who couldn’t get along with anyone—who was always ready for a fight.
The Uber driver drops us off at a two-story home, and as we walk up the drive, I note the well-groomed front yard with lush grass and bushes.
Jay knocks on the door, and Tyler answers. In a short-sleeved button-up and jeans, he wipes his hands with a towel as he offers a warm smile. “Hey, guys,” he says. “Welcome. Come on in.”
He leads us into the kitchen. Shelley stands beside the counter, holding a lid as she looks into the crockpot and studies the roast Jay told me she’d be making for tonight. Her hair is up in a ponytail. She’s wearing a blouse and jeans, looking slightly more dressed-up than when we saw her at the movies, but still casual.
“Shelley,” Tyler says, catching her attention.
She turns and a bright grin expands across her face—one that reminds me of Melanie’s smile.
“Oh, hi. Sorry.” She places the lid over the crockpot and approaches us, shaking our hands. “Good seeing you guys again.” She glances at a pot on the stove. “I think we have about twenty minutes for the potatoes. Come into the dining room and I’ll fix you a drink. Did you drive?”
“W
e got an Uber so we could get a little wild tonight,” Jay says.
“Good boy,” Tyler says with a mischievous smile like he’s eager to get tipsy. I’m willing to have a drink or two, but I definitely won’t go further than that around an employee.
Tyler leads us into the adjoining dining room. A table that seats six, with an orchid as the centerpiece, takes up most of the space. Jay and I take the seats on the opposite side of the room.
Shelley approaches a liquor cabinet on the wall behind us. “Uh-uh,” Tyler says. “You go finish the potatoes, and I’ll take care of their drinks. You can’t do all the work around here.”
“Aww…that was almost sweet,” she says, giving him a peck on the cheek before she heads back into the kitchen.
Déjà vu. It reminds me of something I would have done when I was with Melanie before the war—before the pain. Before the heartache.
We were much younger than Shelley or Tyler. Our life was so simple then. But after I got back from Iraq, when we tried to simulate the same sorts of get-togethers, it was different. One time, we had Caleb and his fiancé over. It was a quiet night—one that reminded us all of everything that had changed and that they could never be the same again.
The look on Melanie’s face that evening still haunts me, as she forced a smile. But she couldn’t hide her sad eyes from me—that discouraged look that seemed to ask, “Can we ever get back to what we had?”
“What do you guys want?” Tyler asks. “Vodka? Whiskey? Tequila?”
“Beer is fine with me,” I say. “I don’t want to be any trouble.”
Tyler rolls his eyes. “I’m not giving you a goddamn beer, boss-man. Let me make you this martini that we had when we were in New York last year. You both game to try that?”
For the first time, Tyler is ordering me around, and I kind of like it. Makes me feel a little more at ease. I was worried that being his boss would make him uneasy around me, but he seems friendlier than he usually is at the office.
We agree to try the martini, and after Tyler fixes them, he and his wife sit across from us.
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