by Frey Ortega
Joe’s head shot up to look at her, and he scrunched his face up in what I could only assume was equal parts confusion and awe.
Dale and Rye snickered.
Rye was even wearing a delivery guy uniform, albeit it was one of those porn-looking ones that were ready to be ripped off at the sign of any bachelorette. Still, I had to give him props for trying.
I tried to calm myself down. I took a deep breath and then spoke. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he echoed back at me.
“I’m sorry for what I said and what I did,” I started. “And I know that’s such a terrible way to start this out—but I did all of this, got the help of all of my friends to do this, because I wanted to show you that…I can be a cheesy romantic too.”
He raised an eyebrow at me, but had a smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, though, which I took as a…mixed sign. It was better than if he’d slammed the door in my face, though.
I ushered toward my friends behind me, and they unfurled the banner that Chase had just been putting finishing touches on. Thankfully, there weren’t many of Joe’s neighbors around us. They all pretty much seemed to be minding their own business.
The banner sprawled open to reveal the words, “I know I fumbled the ball, but let me score a winning touchdown…in your heart!” written in bright, bold-faced, beautifully calligraphed letters. There were two goalposts on both sides of the banner, with a collage of some of our texts, and a couple of selfies that we’d taken together right in the middle of the two. We hadn’t been together long, so I had to embellish with a couple of other things…pictures of him, pictures of me, little photo-manipulations of the two of us doing things that I hoped we would do in the future.
It was the cheesiest football-related pun I could think of given the situation, and I think it worked. Joe was smiling.
Maybe it was just because it had been so silly, but still. To see him smile like this, when the last time we spoke he looked so disappointed, was like a balm to my senses. I couldn’t help the little zing of happiness and pride in myself as I looked up into his eyes.
He even put a hand up to his face and looked away for a moment with the widest grin.
“You didn’t have to do this, you know,” he said.
“I know.”
“And the article would have earned you a text back from me.”
I shrugged. “I didn’t want to leave it up to chance.”
The special magazine was beautiful. It was glossy and looked exactly like the magazine we printed monthly, with the express exception of my article being completely different. But that was for Joe’s eyes only.
Dale had let me see it the night before, and the article I had printed out was maybe even better—considering the images we took were both from the photoshoot and from the few pictures me and Joe took together—than the cheesy collage-slash-banner we made that Chase had tried his hardest to prettify, when I had probably made that too difficult of a job to begin with.
“I mean every word,” I said. “You’re determined, confident, and willing to look past the flaws of people who seem so desperate to push those flaws right up to the forefront. Like you once told me, you don’t play by the rules, whatever those rules may be. You’re unabashedly yourself. Maybe you’re a little too perfect, but I don’t mind. I can live with that. Better someone who’s too perfect, right?”
“Above all else,” I continued, looking right into Joe’s eyes as I spoke. “You’re patient. And I’m sorry for testing your patience, because in this situation, it’s not you, it’s definitely me. I’m…screwed up. I’m trying to be better, but until that day comes, I’m not a hundred percent. And you were willing to look past all that. You were willing to look at me for who I was.”
I smiled brightly at Joe and looked right into his eyes. I couldn’t help the emotions welling up inside me, but I tried my hardest to keep them at bay.
“I’m sorry for being so stupid, Joe,” I said, biting back the tears. “I hope you can give me another chance.”
Joe leaned forward and cupped my cheek with his hand. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” Joe said softly, looking straight down into my eyes.
“Do you forgive me?” I asked.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Joe said, smiling. “We can take this one step at a time. Or is that too fast for you?”
My friends all laughed around us. I rolled my eyes, but I knew right then and there what I wanted to do.
So, I leaned up and gently pressed my lips against his.
He kissed back. Even though he had just the tiniest hint of coffee breath, I didn’t pull away. His grizzled, five o’clock shadow felt rough against my smooth cheek, but I thought it was hot. Not to mention how his body just loomed over mine, and how I had to stand on my tip-toes with my hands braced against his chest just so we could kiss, and it all added up to a rather…interesting experience.
It felt like time had slowed, so much so that I could feel and taste every little bit of Joe’s kiss. His lips were firm, pressed right up against my own in a gesture of insistence and dominance. Maybe I was putting too much emphasis into that last bit, but when one of his hands cupped my cheeks while the other snaked around my body to draw me closer, I could almost feel the thick protrusion of his erection…but I could definitely feel his strong muscles before me.
And as my friends looked on from behind me, Joe slowly made his way back into the house, cradling my cheek with one hand and wrapping around my waist with the other. He dragged me along, one step at a time, just like he said. We were going to take it one step at a time.
Right into his bedroom, probably.
I hadn’t even realized what had happened until Joe closed the door behind me, and turned the lock with a click. Then I could hear the laughter of my friends from outside, followed by happy whooping and shouts of “Be safe! Wear Protection!” from my friends, before I was too lost by the sensations of Joe’s touch to remember what else they were hollering from beyond the door. It was such a moment from the movies, with the instrumental music still playing in the background and the hooting and hollering from my friends. Honestly, one could have frozen the frame right there, and let the credits roll.
But this was real life. There was still something to come after the credits rolled.
And that was okay. Even though it was highly impolite, my friends could wait. I could talk to them later.
Right at that moment, I was going to get lucky.
Chapter Eighteen
We were a whirlwind of activity as soon as the front door was closed and the lock clicked shut.
Joe’s hands were on my clothes, ripping my shirt and letting the buttons spray everywhere. I gasped to protest, but anything I said was immediately stifled by a kiss and Joe’s warmth melting into me.
The only time my hands came in to play was when he started pulling off his robe, when he started revealing what was underneath the layers of well-worn fabric. Inch after inch of glorious flesh uncovered—first, of tanned hip, then of thigh, then a tangle of hair—and then, that.
“Wow,” I whispered. I was in awe.
Joe grinned. He waggled his eyebrows at me. “You like?”
“Fuck yeah.”
I really truly looked at him then and there, completely naked, and I had to say that my expectations were blown out of the water. Years and years of playing sports had done him good. I was downright ashamed of my Rubenesque figure, but he didn’t seem to mind. I could only really describe him as a more muscular, maybe softer-around-the-center Adonis. He was about as close to a classical marble statue as anyone was going to be. There was the slightest paunch to his stomach that told me he was still going to the gym, but mostly just to maintain his health and general figure.
In particular, though, I was drawn to the trail of short hair that went from the center of Joe’s chest, down to his navel before becoming thicker around his manhood.
But damn, what a beautiful manhood it was.
And it was large. Maybe even porn star
large, but it wasn’t as though I had a numerical comparison. I was just playing it by sight. When it was right in front of you, and you could really truly see it without water sloshing down over your eyes, Joe’s cock was daunting, as I’m sure a porn star’s dick would be.
It wouldn’t have been right to compare it to a porn star’s manhood, though—perhaps the only real cock I could compare it to, other than mine—but it could probably rival one of them. Then again, I was very biased, and just a little bit hungry, so I couldn’t exactly think straight. I had accounted for the very real possibility that Joe was going to forgive me and decide to “play,” so to speak. I wasn’t confident, but damn if I wasn’t going to be prepared.
Not that I was complaining. I could always eat later. Joe needed to come first, no pun intended.
“Earth to Emmett, come in, Emmett,” Joe joked. He raised his eyebrow, and made a beckoning motion with his hands toward me. “This kind of thing is much more fun together than alone, you know.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
Slowly, I removed my own, already-tattered clothes. In contrast to his, I was softer. I was paler, too, but that was probably because of all of the time I spent indoors. I didn’t have any definition in my body. In fact, some parts of me drooped, others sagged, and others still bulged from too many days of indulging in my favorite Rendang curry.
But his eyes lit up when I revealed my body. And all at once, I lost my self-consciousness. His hands were all over me, running over my chest, down my stomach, and then to my ass, which he started to knead. He even growled. He growled when he touched my butt!
If that didn’t make anyone feel a mixture of unsettled and desired, I don’t know what would.
As soon as his lips touched mine, it felt like that particular moment was being etched into eternity. It felt better than just good, but there were no words to describe it. I felt this sense of relief, need, wanton desire, gratefulness, all mixed up into this heady ball of emotions that I tried to convey with how firmly I was pressing my lips against his. When my lips parted, Joe’s tongue swiped against my own, and then everything melted away. The only thing left was molten need.
I couldn’t help but give in and moan.
We kissed for a long time. I lost track of the seconds that passed because I had wrapped my arms around his neck and drew myself closer to his body. The tip of my cock gently pressed up against his shaft, sliding up and down the soft, hairy sac of his balls. It was odd to be so smooth the way I was, in contrast to his more naturally, or perhaps trimmed, hairy body. The dichotomy in how our bodies felt pressed against each other just made me think that we were two very different creatures, in spite of the fact that we were men.
But when he entwined his tongue with mine, I found that I didn’t really care and that didn’t really matter. He wanted me. I wanted him.
It was as simple as that.
I hadn’t realized he was leading me to the bedroom until I found him gently pushing me back and I fell onto a mattress. I hadn’t even gotten a good look at my surroundings when he flipped me over on all fours, and started kissing the top of my rear.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Joe was looming behind me with his hands spreading my ass cheeks. I was feeling a little self-conscious. No one had really ever been that close and personal with me before.
Especially since I could feel his breath gently fanning against my rear.
“What does it seem like I’m doing?” Joe shot back at me. “I’m having sex with you. Now just relax.”
I was about to say something else, but I felt his tongue swipe against a place I’d never felt a tongue swipe at before. My concerns melted with every gentle rub of that smooth, pink muscle against my hopefully-equally-pink hole.
God. I didn’t need to think about that now. There was sex to be had. With Joe.
Focus on Joe, Emmett.
His tongue felt…really good. It swiped up, then down, side to side, and swirled around in slow, languid, exploring strokes. Honestly, I was just afraid my body was going to do something embarrassing to ruin that moment, but thankfully the universe was being kind to me right at that moment. I could just focus on the sensations while grasping at the sheets around me, letting my sweat drip down the bed underneath.
I heard him reach for something and crack it open, but throughout it all, his lips and tongue never left my rear. I could feel his beard glide against my balls, and it was weirdly the most erotic thing I had ever felt in my life.
When he finally pulled free, he brought a slick finger up against my hole, and sank it in.
I immediately took a deep breath.
“There we go. Nice and easy,” he whispered softly, taking his time. He let me get used to the sensation, gently sliding that single digit in and out. When I was comfortable with that, he pushed in a second lubed digit, and continued to thrust his hand forward and back. He even tried to make little, gentle scissoring motions. “Just relax.”
Honestly, it was such an odd sensation. It felt good, but so…alien. I was sure I looked like I didn’t quite know how to handle what was happening, which was true in some way. My mouth was agape. My eyebrows were furrowed and my eyes were closed, all while I tried to concentrate less on the discomfort and more on the good that I felt, especially when Joe sank his fingers in and touched this certain part of me that made me want my toes to curl.
“Oh God,” I whimpered. Joe grinned.
“Not God, just me.”
How cocky. But I still grinned, anyway.
“Are you ready?” He asked after a few moments. It was there that I realized that I was actually so focused on the moment that I hadn’t realized that Joe was preparing himself, too.
Wow. I was amazed. I didn’t know I had it in me to be lost in the action, in the emotion, in the moment.
I gave the slightest nod, feeling the spongy tip of his shaft glide against the sensitive lips of my ass. It wasn’t like anything I ever felt before. It was wrong to compare it to a fingertip, not just because of its girth in contrast to a finger, but also because the head of a penis just felt…different, in general. It was squishier, and spongier, and with the addition of some lube, it felt nice and slippery. His cock even glided up underneath my sac and toward my own cock, and it sat maybe an inch below the head of my own cock.
Fuck. That was…large.
I couldn’t emphasize it enough because it bore repeating that Joe was pretty well-endowed. I felt it even more acutely when he finally pressed his cock inside me. I had to take a deep breath and let it loose, and only when I’d relaxed and exhaled did he manage to actually get inside me.
Just like that, I was a half-virgin no longer.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
I couldn’t quite respond, but I managed a nod. The pressure was exquisite. The pain was almost nonexistent. He was careful about making sure I was relaxed, taking a break every inch he conquered inside my body.
“You’re so tight,” Joe whispered against my ear. He was breathing hard, and…it was so hot, to feel him breathing like that, when his solid body was behind me and I could feel his thick muscles wrapped around my much softer form. He even had a hand wrapped around my cock. He wasn’t quite pumping me, more like squeezing me every so often to keep me hard, but it felt like this oddly-hot gesture of dominance.
As he sank more of himself into me, until he was fully hilted and I could feel the gentlest brush of his balls against the back of my thighs. Hell, I could even feel the slight brush of his trimmed hair against my backside, and I could definitely say that I had no problems with that. I liked it. I liked the feeling of him taking charge.
Hell, he was so self-assured and took charge out of the bedroom. Why did I expect any different?
But that was also the moment that I realized that I hadn’t asked him if he was wearing any protection. In fact, I almost seized up, but instead, I clenched my hole around Joe, keeping him from beginning to thrust.
“Are you wearing protection?” I just u
p and blurted. This was no time for subtlety.
I could almost hear the smile in Joe’s voice. “Of course. I’m not going to fuck you raw without your consent, you know.”
It was weird. I’d never had sex before, and in the position we were both in, I couldn’t see Joe. I think he got that, and slowly started to pull back until the tip of his cock was just kissing the entrance to my rear again.
“Turn around. Face me, this time.”
So I did, and I almost sighed a breath of relief when I could see the clear latex wrapped around Joe’s cock. But he then braced both his hands on either one of my legs, and slowly pushed my thighs apart, hoisting up my legs over his lap.
In one, smooth but slow motion, he was back inside me, only this time, his chest loomed over me and I was getting bent in half like some kind of sexy quesadilla.
Oh god. I was definitely hungry.
Focus.
Joe’s strokes were even. He wasn’t pulling out more than an inch or two before sliding back in, but his hips were measured in their thrusts. He pushed in and out in slow, sinuous movements, arching his back ever so slightly before driving back in. Joe even circled his hips a bit, trying to angle his thrusts. Through it all, he was looking down at my face, almost like he was studying me.
I couldn’t quite meet his eyes. When I did, the intensity of his gaze made me uncomfortable. But I also felt lucky that someone was just looking at me. Someone wanted me to be here with them. And when I felt his hand clasp over my cock, pumping it up and down, warmth began to bloom inside my chest and stomach in a way that I could only describe as “definitely not unpleasant.”
I liked it, in fact, I was quite sure I would get addicted to the feeling in time. Within moments, I was moaning and writhing like I was being sensually tortured. While I squirmed underneath his expert touch, I’d even clenched my rear around his cock. Whenever I did this, he would groan in response. Even though it was a completely involuntary response, it made me want to learn how to clench my rear around him to bring him more pleasure.
It was the least I could do, I guess.