Holding him by the cheek, I angled his head more toward me and kissed him. His lips attacked mine with the same level of intensity. Our heavy breathing rose above the spraying shower, our wet kisses bouncing off the glass walls. With my free hand, I explored his chest, brushing my thumb over one flat nipple then the other. I captured the sound of his moan with my tongue, thrusting in his mouth. I flickered his nipples until they were tight peaks, and then I moved on, brushing my fingertips over his flat stomach.
When I cupped Ainsley's dick, he pulled his head away from me and pressed his forehead to the wall.
“More,” he begged, and I pumped his dick with my cupped hand. His head fell back against my shoulder while I continued jerking him off. If a degree was being handed out for jacking someone off, I would have been called to the front of the line. I had a lot of practice with Luke. I twisted my hand with each movement up and down his cock. I started with a low pressure, slowly then gradually increased.
“Do you like that baby?” I breathed in his ear.
“Yes!” he gasped, his eyes closing. “So sorry, but I'm gonna come. May I? Please.”
“Yes. Come for me now, my sweet Ainsley. Show me how much I turn you on.”
“I don't think,” he broke off on a gasp and moaned as I increased the pressure. “There's a doubt you turn me on,” he ended. A cry tore from his lips. His cock jerked in my hands.
“Yes, that's it.”
He exploded cum onto the wall and floor. I didn't stop jerking him until the twitching of his cock stopped. I continued stroking him, slowly bringing him down from his high.
Ainsley collapsed against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him while he chuckled softly.
“What’s so funny?” I asked him.
“I guess there’s a first for everything,” he replied. “I’ve never come from someone else just stroking me before. I know it’s weird, but I could never get off that way unless it’s my own hand.”
I kissed the side of his neck. “You’re not the only one with game, mister.”
He straightened his back, easing off my frame. “What are you waiting on then? Show me what else you got. Ainsley is ready for everything and anything.”
There were people who mouthed off a lot without having anything behind it, but I believed Ainsley when he said he was up for anything. His eagerness and willingness to explore didn’t turn me off. It had the opposite effect on me.
Capturing both his hands, I placed them on the wall above his head. Knowing exactly what I wanted, he shifted his legs apart and arched his back.
“Your body is so fucking expressive,” I whispered and brushed his hair from his back over one shoulder. His hair out of the way, I kissed the nape of his neck. His head fell forward until his forehead touched the glass. I kissed down his spine slowly, tongue licking each vertebra. I licked the twin dimples in his back as I palmed his ass for the first time. His cheeks were supple, reforming when I squeezed then gentled my grasp. His long moan was an extension of mine as I brushed a finger over his puckered entrance. I didn’t enter. I simply brushed my finger over the flesh and observed the way it pulsed in anticipation.
Leaning forward, crouched behind Ainsley, I covered his cheeks in kisses, paying special attention to the tattoo on his ass.
“Why this tat?” I asked him.
“People used to make fun of me being queer back in high school,” he gasped. “It’s my way of owning the word. I'm proud to be queer. To be who I am.”
“I like it.”
“I like what you’re doing to it,” he said on another moan. “But if you don’t get in there soon, I’m going to have to be your fucking guide to where I want your tongue. I assure you, it’s not on my tat. As good as it feels.”
I squeezed his ass and grinned up at him. “Go ahead. Be my guide. Show me where X marks the spot.”
“I’m not going to ask if you mean that,” Ainsley said a second before he reached back to sink his fingers into my hair. He shifted his hips which tilted his ass even more as he pulled my face straight to his crack. “Right there.”
Pushing his cheeks apart while squeezing, I shot my tongue out to connect with where we both craved it. Ainsley’s moans turned to pants that filled the shower as my tentative licks turned to bold explorative strokes.
“Feels so good,” Ainsley gasped as I swirled my tongue then penetrated him with it. His hips moved as he gyrated on my face. I loved the way he responded to everything that I did to him. He was so open about how he was feeling. I didn’t have to guess if I was doing it the way he wanted it.
His hand fell from my head as he continued to press his ass backward. I kissed the inside of his cheeks while I pressed my thumb inside, watching the way he sucked in my knuckle.
“More,” he begged.
So I gave him more, removing my thumb to use both my index and middle fingers. My fingers pushed into his snug hole, twisting and turning with each thrust. Ainsley snuck his hand between his legs to grasp his cock which had already begun to harden again.
“Come here.” I grasped him by the hips and pulled him into me. My cock in hand, I rubbed it over his pucker, slapping his hole with it. His bucking hips almost had me losing reason and fucking him, but I stepped back quickly, reaching for the condom and lube. While I sheathed myself in the latex, Ainsley reached behind him to rub his middle finger over his opening, dipping his fingers inside. As soon as I lubed up, I swept him off his feet and brought him over to the shower bench to kneel. I adjusted the flow of the shower to a light spray then returned to Ainsley.
“What’s taking you so long?” he whined, reaching behind him to spread his cheeks. My hand still coated with remnants of lube, I feathered the slick over his entrance and just inside.
“How do you want it?” I asked him as I lined myself up with his opening.
“I just want it in already,” he moaned.
I chuckled at his impatience and slipped the head just inside him, teasing him. “Is this good enough then?”
“Willy!” he cried, reaching behind me to grab my hips. “Forget what I said before. You are not nice!”
My chuckle ended on a gasp when he pulled me forward hard, at the same time he pressed his ass to my groin. I slid deep inside his body. He clenched, tightening around me, and I lost all humor.
“Fuck!” I exploded. “Oh my god, that’s better than I expected.”
“You like being inside me, huh?” he asked, fishing unashamedly for compliments.
“I love being inside you,” I groaned.
“Then show me. Fuck me, Willy. I’ve been wanting this so much.”
Pulling out, I pressed back inside Ainsley over and over, each thrust better than the one before. I clung to his waist, grinding into him while he vocalized how much he enjoyed what I was doing to him. I had never had dirty talk in the bedroom before, but Ainsley’s grunts of ‘fuck me’ charged my batteries. Simultaneously, a wave of possession overcame me as he declared himself mine for the taking. I liked the sound of that way too much. Having Ainsley as all mine.
Chapter Sixteen
Ainsley
Craving and anticipating sex with Willy was nothing like the real thing. Maybe it was because of the chemistry that we had outside of the bedroom, but with my palms pressed to the glass of the shower wall, Willy thrusting inside of me, I’d never quite felt anything like this before. There was the lack of desperation I had felt in high school as I allowed my body to be used just to fit in. And there was more than just the casual sex of being fucked to scratch an itch that had taken over my adult life. With each lunge of his cock claiming me, I felt him wedging himself into my heart. It was scary as well as it was intriguing. I hadn’t really dared to love in a long time, and right there on my knees in his shower, my thighs trembling from the effort it took not to slide on the slick marble bench, I fell in love with Willy.
I could see the hint of our reflection in the fogginess of the wall. Willy’s eyes were half-closed, his lips slightly apart wit
h each hiss of breath as he worked his hips harder, faster, deep then shallow, alternating each stroke, keeping me guessing as to what the next would be like.
He paused, pulling me up against him so my back pressed to his chest. I leaned into him, moaning because I felt so full of him buried inside me. His bigger chest and thicker arms made me feel what I hadn’t in a long time. Protected. Belonged. Loved.
He kissed the side of my face and my earlobe. “We’re going to finish up in my bed,” he whispered, his heart beating hard against my back. “I want to see your face when I’m making love to you.”
Making love. When was the last time another man indicated he wanted to make love to me? It was always a fuck here or there which had been great at the time, but it wouldn’t work for what I had with Willy. We both wanted so much more. I never knew I needed this, but now that I was getting it, I couldn’t shun the feelings.
He withdrew from my body and helped me off the bench. My knees were weak, and when I almost went down, he caught me with a chuckle. “Twice I’ve made you fall at my feet. That ain’t too bad for an old guy.”
I laughed and smacked him in the shoulder gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll have you squealing in a bit.”
“If you don’t wriggle, I don’t squeal,” he replied, kissing me briefly. “Wrap your legs around me, love.”
I did just that, wrapping my legs around his waist. He turned off the faucet and carefully walked from the shower with me clinging to him. I rained kisses over his face as he shuffled us from the bathroom.
“We’re going to get the bed all wet,” I reminded him as he walked me over to the huge double bed.
“We were gonna get it wet anyway,” he joked, placing me at the edge of the bed. He pushed my legs apart. “Now, where were we?”
I eased up on my elbows and watched as he took my cock in his slack grip. “We were at the point where I was just about to tell you to lay it into me harder.”
“We’ll get there soon enough. Are you always this eager?”
I frowned at him as he dipped his head and took my cock into his mouth. My hips bucked upwards at the warm grip of his lips sliding down my shaft. “Does it bother you?” I said on a gasp.
He released my cock. “Of course not. It’s hot to see how impatient you get, but of course, it’s my duty to tease you a bit. But eventually, you’ll get your heart’s desire.”
I couldn’t say that I disapproved of his method of torture as he went down on me once more. The guy had great tongue game, so who was I to complain? His tongue circled around the head of my cock, running down the underside and continuing to my balls. When he pressed my legs forward, I tilted my hips to give him better access to my ass.
When Willy eventually grabbed hold of my legs and raised them to his chest, I had gone putty in the mattress. I’d been curious as to how he could have enjoyed his sex life with his husband when they didn’t do much penetrative sex, but now I no longer wondered. I had to show considerable restraint not to reach for my cock and jerk off again at his lips and tongue branding my ass as his.
Willy leaned between my legs to kiss me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, swapping kisses with him as he entered me once more. I moaned in his mouth at the slow gentle rocking of his hips. Each thrust was languid but deep, pressing as far as he could go inside my body.
“Oh fuck, you’re killing me!” I gasped, gripping the bedsheets.
“But such a good way to die,” he grunted.
I tried to glare at him, but my body was having none of it. “I-I’m not ready to die just yet,” I purred at him. “I need to feel this a thousand times more before I’ll be ready.”
“A thousand times would still be too soon,” he replied, his hips moving faster before he slowed and came to a stop on a long contented sigh. He chuckled. “I wanted to drag this out as long as possible, but I’m about ready to bust, Ainsley. Wanna get on top and ride me through it, sweetheart?”
The endearment probably just slipped off his tongue. It was perfectly the thing sweet Willy would call the man he was having sex with. Despite knowing this, if he had asked me to take his fist up my ass I would have done it. Not because I was desperate once more for just any attention, but because it felt so right with him.
“Alright, one squeal coming up.”
He laughed as he pulled out, and I loved our banter in the bedroom. I couldn’t remember holding a conversation before during sex that wasn’t all about the dirty talk.
Willy positioned himself onto his back, and I climbed over his legs. Grasping his cock, I positioned myself and took in his tip. I slowly sank until I was sitting fully on him with his cock buried inside me. Reaching forward to grasp his nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I undulated my hips in small quick circles while he was fully buried inside me.
“Fuck!” Willy cried and grabbed my hips to hold me down to him. “Holy fuck.”
From the way his cock was pulsing inside me, I knew it wouldn’t be too long for him. I palmed my cock as I started to ride him, lifting before smacking my ass back onto his pelvis. I had always loved being fucked doggy, but there was nothing better than seeing the way Willy’s face changed expressions as I rode him harder and faster. He thrust upward to each downward movement, and soon we were staring at each other, counting down the minutes, the seconds. My hand moved faster on my cock, the goal of making Willy squeal flying right out the window. I was damn near squealing as well. In fact, when he reached behind me, grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them at the same time as he thrust upward, I was pretty certain I squealed then. He grunted, eyes tightly shut, hips tilted as he barreled into me and his climax.
Not wanting to waste the moment, I rubbed my dick faster, my hungry gaze on the pleasure radiating from his face. I skipped an intake of breath which turned into a groan as I jerked off onto his stomach. His hips fell back to the bed, and I squeezed the last drop from my dick.
Still deep inside me, Willy sat up with me in his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist and met his kiss. We were out of breath and blowing hard, but we managed not to smother each other as we kissed over and over.
Willy cupped my cheeks and slowly pulled our lips apart. “This is crazy,” he murmured.
I didn’t bother to pretend I had no idea what he was talking about. “I know. We’re starting to believe our own lie. Serves us right.”
He buried his face into the side of my neck and hair, nuzzling me. “You're right. We’re going to have to come clean to my parents.”
“We will. Right after we return from seeing my family. At least we won’t have to lie to them since we’re actually in a relationship. We are, aren’t we?” I hated the uncertainty in my voice.
He raised his head and frowned at me. “Of course, we are. Isn’t that what we are talking about?”
“Relax. I just wanted to make certain.”
The tension eased out of his body. “Good, cause I’m addicted to Ainsley-With-The-Attitude.”
I laughed at the ridiculous moniker he’d given me, feeling lighter than I had for a long time. “So, if I lose the attitude you won’t be addicted anymore?”
“Hmm, I’ll have to think about it.”
“Think about, my ass!” I scoffed.
“Well, that too.” He reached behind me and cupped my butt. “You do have a nice ass on you Ainsley.”
“Would you still feel that way if you found out my butt is fake?”
The look on his face was priceless. He clearly couldn’t decide if he should believe me or not. “You’re joking,” he finally ended. “You are, aren’t you?”
I tapped his nose. “Maybe.”
He groaned. “Maybe I don’t want to know. Fake or not, it’s still a great ass. We should go out and get more condoms and lube for the sake of my sanity.”
He shuffled over to the edge of the bed with me still wrapped around him. His cock had softened by then and as he stood, he slipped out of me. I felt a sense of loss. I wanted him again and again until I was too exhauste
d to do anything but sleep.
“Let’s get cleaned up then I’ll take you out for a bit,” he said, and I rested my head on his chest. Nothing could take away from this moment. Not even the thought of us staying with my parents over Christmas.
Chapter Seventeen
Will
“Here.” I passed the paper bag of random chips and pop to Ainsley as I hurried to shut out the cold. The short walk inside the gas station to pick up snacks had seeped cold into my bones. I didn’t expect it to be so cold out so I hadn’t put on a jacket or gloves. This Christmas was shaping up to be one of our colder ones here in Alabama. Now I rubbed my hands together to thaw them out as the heater in the truck did its job.
“Thanks,” Ainsley said, settling the bag in his lap. His eyes looked tired and worried. I wished I hadn’t kept him up late last night, but after confirming our relationship, I had wanted us to do something special. After our shower, I had taken him for a viewing of Christmas trees at Tinsel Trail before skating at Big Spring Park. Ainsley might have been graceful on the catwalk, but he was a total klutz on ice. It had worked in my favor though as he ended up spending much of the time in my arms. He’d declared his hiney too sore for sex when we got home, so we’d simply cuddled ourselves to sleep.
We were late getting to his parents, and it was all Ainsley’s doing. He had insisted that we had to stop at the clinic to check that the puppy was alright. Since I wanted to make him happy, I had stopped against my better judgment. He’d ended up giving the puppy his bottle. I could have sensed his reluctance when it was time to go.
“Gimme a kiss,” I told him.
He glanced up at me and wrinkled his cute nose. “Your lips were out in the cold.”
“Come on. Just a small one. Help me get them warm."
He still eyed me skeptically. “Only a brief one.”
He leaned over and kissed me. There was nothing brief about the kiss and the way our tongues danced. When he pulled back, he moaned a little.
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