To My Future Number 1 Fan

by L. A. Witt

  With an arm’s length or so between us, we looked each other up and down. Oh my God, he was sexy. He didn’t need a damn six-pack. He was perfectly fit with well-defined muscles, and as he turned to move toward the bed, I noticed a couple more tattoos—one on the back of his shoulder, another on his calf. And his dick? Not one of those terrifying things that showed up in pornos and made me wonder how it didn’t do some damage, and certainly not lacking either. In fact, I was pretty sure we were roughly the same size.

  Roughly the same size, and definitely just as hard.

  I watched, my mouth watering, as Brian lay back on the pillows again. He put one arm behind his head, and with his other hand, slowly started stroking himself, displaying his entire body like a pornographic gift.

  “You just gonna watch?” His grin was playful, but there was a hint of uneasiness too. Shyness, maybe.

  “Definitely gonna do more than watch.” I crawled on top of him and kissed him. “Just savoring all the sights.”

  He made a soft, amused sound, and pulled me down into a deeper kiss. His other hand was still between us, still stroking himself, and that was… God, why was that so hot? And then his knuckles grazed my cock, and I almost came unglued. With a gasp, I broke the kiss and let my head fall beside his.

  “What’s wrong?” There was a grin in his voice. Before I could answer, he kissed under my jaw, and I shivered hard, pressing my dick against his hand and burying my face in his neck. Brian laughed softly, and then let his lips skate across the side of my neck, which gave me goose bumps. And if I liked it, he probably would to, right? So I did the same, kissing his hot skin, and he rewarded me with a low groan.

  Brian wrapped his fingers around my cock, and suddenly this absurdly hot man was kissing my neck and stroking my dick, and I didn’t care if we did anything else tonight.

  Though my arms weren’t as steady as they should have been, I shifted onto one elbow and reached down to tease him. Brian gasped. So did I. I’d never touched anyone’s cock except my own, and it was dizzying to feel him respond every time I slid my thumb over the head or squeezed gently. He stroked me harder, so I did the same.

  In no time, we were panting against each other’s throats and pumping each other’s cocks fast and hard, swearing softly in between kissing and even nipping now and then. Brian’s hips moved a little, pushing his cock through my fist, and without even thinking about it, I did the same. The bed creaked in time with our jerky movements. Our breathing came in sharp, hot huffs that were in almost perfect sync. I couldn’t even kiss his neck anymore—I just couldn’t concentrate because everything felt so incredible.

  Then Brian whispered, “Get… get on your back.”

  Excitement zinged through me. I had no idea what he had in mind, but nothing had disappointed me so far, so I did as I was told, and Brian was right there with me. Before I’d even settled on the bed, he was on top. He kissed me even more passionately than before, and I held onto his shoulders just to keep myself anchored as I lost myself in him.

  Sometimes I’d wondered why people were so obsessed with sex. Orgasms were great and men were hot, but if someone needed it that bad, why not just jerk off and be done with it? Now I got it. My hand and toys could never come close to all the things he was doing to me. Rubbing one out by myself was fine and good, but now there was hot skin and stuttering breaths and throaty curses. Things I’d never imagined at all turned out to be sexy as hell, like the weight of someone else on top of me and deep kisses that gave away how turned on we both were. I was never going to be satisfied alone again. Not after this.

  Oh, but Brian wasn’t done yet.

  He broke the kiss and started down my neck. Little by little, he inched farther down, and when his stubbled chin and soft lips crested my collarbone, I whispered, “Oh fuck.”

  He breathed a warm laugh onto my chest as his eyes flicked up to meet mine. Then he pressed another kiss to my skin before continuing his path. Just thinking about what he might have in mind had my pulse soaring and my fingers gripping the covers. If everything we’d done so far had driven me this wild, a blowjob might very well send me up in flames.

  Brian kissed the middle of my chest, but instead of continuing south, he moved to the side and ran the tip of his tongue around my nipple. I gasped so sharply my back lifted off the bed. That… that should not have been that intense. Holy hell. Then he did it again, and yeah, it was that intense. He gently held my nipple between his teeth and teased it with his tongue.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed, watching in wide-eyed disbelief. I’d never thought of my nipples as being that sensitive. I also hadn’t thought about how hot it would be to watch a man teasing me like this. Especially whenever his eyes flicked up to meet mine.

  He moved to the other side and did the same. I swore, gripping the covers as my toes curled. It seriously shouldn’t have felt this good, but Jesus, it so did.

  And once he had me ready to burst into flames, he kissed his way back to the middle of my chest and started down again. My ab muscles contracted involuntarily under the soft touch of his lips, and he was still in no hurry. He kissed everywhere. Down the center. Up my sides. Almost back up to my ribs. Skin that had never been touched this intimately was suddenly the center of his attention, and I was coming unraveled with every touch of his lips.

  “That’s amazing,” I whispered.

  He kissed just above my hipbone and looked up at me. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

  “Oh. Yeah.” I moistened my lips. “You have.”

  His grin was wicked and knowing, and when he gently bit the spot he’d just kissed, I almost came up off the bed.

  And he picked that moment—when I’d lost my breath and thought I was going to fall to pieces—to give my cock a long, hot lick.

  “Holy fuck!” I was instantly up on my elbows, staring down at him again. He flashed me another grin, and then he took me between his lips, swallowing me almost to the base, and… oh God. Oh. My. God. The wet heat of his mouth was unbelievable, and he was squeezing with his lips and doing something with his tongue and… oh God. He was relentless too. One second he was focusing on the head. The next he was deep-throating, and then he added his hand and started making slick strokes while he licked around the head. Nothing had ever turned me on like watching and feeling him go down on me. Watching blowjobs in porn was hot, but this? When it was him, and I was on the receiving end? Fuck. I kind of didn’t want to come too soon, but like hell was I going to fight anything this insanely hot.

  “I’m gonna… gonna come.” I sounded like I was on the verge of tears. “Shit, Brian, I’m…”

  He hummed around my dick and stroked it faster, and yeah, no, there was no holding back. My back arched off the bed and I made a sound I didn’t even recognize as my own voice as I came in his mouth, and he moaned again and kept right on pumping and licking me until I collapsed onto the mattress.

  The room was spinning. My body was trembling.

  And I’d never felt more amazing in my life.

  Chapter 14

  Brian

  Somewhere in the last twenty-four hours, Adam had mostly ceased to be my movie star crush, and had become just Adam. Just a guy who I could talk to about anything, who adored my dog, and who wasn’t some larger-than-life celebrity living in another world. Just Adam.

  But for a few starstruck seconds, I had to marvel at the reality that Adam Jacobsen was splayed across my bed, naked skin flushed and gleaming with sweat, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His cock was still hard and my mouth was salty with his cum, and yeah that did something for my inner fanboy.

  I eased myself down on the mattress beside him. “Enjoy that?”

  Adam nodded, wiping a hand over his face. When he turned to me, he looked almost drunk. “That was amazing.”

  I grinned and had to fight the urge to lean in and kiss him. Not all guys were okay with kissing someone who had semen in his mouth, especially if they were new to this.

  But
then Adam curved a hand behind my neck, drew me down, and kissed me, and he kissed me like he knew I’d taste like cum and he wanted it. He pushed his tongue between my lips and growled as he kissed me hard enough for his beard to burn my chin. His hand slid up into my hair, holding me firmly against him. Not that I had any inclination to pull away. I loved how he kissed, and I loved when men were turned on tasting themselves; blowjobs were extra fun to give when I knew I’d be getting kissed like this afterward.

  Only the need for air made me break away, and I pressed our foreheads together. His was feverishly hot. Mine probably was too.

  After a few breaths, I started to speak, but suddenly Adam’s fingers were around my cock, and I forgot how. I closed my eyes. “Fuck…”

  “I have no idea what I’m doing,” he whispered. “But I want to make you as crazy as you just made me.” His lips brushed mine. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

  I shivered hard. Asking what I wanted? He was already light years ahead of most men I’d been with. “What you’re doing now is… Jesus…”

  “Good thing we still have the rest of the weekend,” he murmured, pumping just a little harder. “There is so much I want to do.”

  “Ungh. Me too.” I squeezed my eyes shut and rocked my hips in time with his hand. “Don’t want to move too fast, but I…” I huffed out a breath and shivered again, as much from the images in my mind as his strokes.

  “Tell me,” he pleaded. “Do you… do you want to fuck me?” The hunger in his voice was the hottest thing I’d ever heard.

  If I didn’t before, I sure as hell do now.

  I licked my lips and struggled to keep my thoughts in order. “Definitely don’t want to rush into that.” I exhaled, then kissed him softly before I added, “Don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.” He slowed his strokes and let his thumb tease the head. “I’ve, um… never been with a person, but I’ve got toys.”

  I drew back to look in his eyes. “Do you?”

  Adam nodded. “Mm-hmm. Wanted to know what it felt like. To be fucked.”

  “And you liked it?”

  “I love it.” His voice was strained with need. “I want it.”

  “Jesus.” I touched my forehead to his again, and I was thrusting into his hand now. Between his touch and his words and the mental image of riding his beautiful ass, I wanted—needed—to come before I went out of my mind. “If you want to be fucked, baby,” I panted, “just say the word and I will—”

  “Yes, please,” he moaned.

  And I lost it.

  I threw my head back, cried out, and shot my load all over his hand and arm. He kept stroking until I stopped him with a hand on his wrist, and when he let me go, I collapsed onto my back beside him. “Holy shit.”

  “That was hot.”

  “Yeah, it was.” I turned to him and blinked my eyes into focus. “I probably would’ve lasted longer, but thinking about topping you…”

  He grinned. “Sorry?”

  “Uh-huh. Sure you are.” I gestured past him. “There’s tissues over there, by the way.”

  “Oh.” He glanced down at his arm. “Yeah. Good idea. You need some?”

  “Just bring the whole box over.”

  He twisted around, picked up the box, and plunked it down between us. Once we’d mopped up all my cum, he put the box back and tossed the used tissues in the trash. When he joined me in the middle again, we faced each other on our sides. I draped my arm over him, and we shared a few lazy kisses as the dust settled.

  “I’m serious, by the way,” he said after a while. “I really do want you to top me.”

  “I’ve got condoms and lube.” I combed my fingers through his disheveled hair. “Definitely won’t say no if you’re sure you want it.”

  He nodded, beard scuffing against the pillowcase. “I do.”

  “And you’ve tried it on your own?”

  Another nod. “Yeah. It always turned me on, seeing it in porn, so I thought I’d see what it was like for real.” He laughed softly as a blush crept into his cheeks. “Took a little trial and error, and it was a bit of a contortionist act until I got the hang of it, but I figured it out.”

  I chuckled. “Sounds about right. It’s a lot easier with someone else.” And it was a relief to know he’d already tried it. He knew at least some of his own limits, then. He probably knew how to relax. Hell, he had to if he’d been able to enjoy it. There’d probably still be some nerves, but bottoming for the first time had to be less daunting for someone who already knew what it felt like to be penetrated.

  Absently running my hand up and down his side, I said, “You know, if you want to, you could stay here tonight and tomorrow instead of at your hotel.”

  His eyebrows rose. “Really?”

  “Of course.” I slid closer to him. “Then we don’t have to get up and dressed afterward.” I smiled as I slid my palm up his back. “We can just go to sleep.”

  “That sounds amazing, actually.” He dropped his gaze, watching his fingers trail along my arm. “I’ve, um, never shared a bed with someone. Kind of always wanted to.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” He looked at me through his lashes and smiled. “I think that’s the part I wanted more than sex, to be honest.”

  “Well, fortunately, the two kind of go together. You don’t have to choose between them.”

  Adam laughed quietly. “Damn. Color me sold.”

  We both chuckled, and I lifted my head for a gentle kiss.

  Meeting my eyes again, he asked, “So, do you switch? Or just top?”

  “I prefer to top, but I enjoy bottoming too. As long as a guy isn’t too big.”

  “You mean like some of those guys in pornos?” He grimaced. “Where the hell does the bottom put all that?”

  I snorted. “Don’t know. I dated a guy in college who was massive. Like, if I saw a picture of his dick now, I’d swear it was Photoshopped.”

  Adam’s eyes widened. “Really?”

  “Yeah. Kind of felt for the guy, honestly. He liked to top, but not many guys could handle him.”

  “I thought guys liked big dicks.”

  “Yeah, but there’s big, and there’s big. I was able to take him a few times, but it always involved a few drinks, a couple gallons of lube, and poppers.”

  His eyebrows climbed higher. “You’ve done poppers?”

  “When a man with a dick that big wants into my ass? You better believe it.” I sighed, shaking my head. “Those things gave me wicked headaches, though, and I’d be sore for days after he’d fucked me, so we only did it a handful of times.”

  “Damn.” He grimaced again. “I don’t think I want to try those. Or taking a guy that big.”

  “Well, it’s your lucky day, because you won the lottery and got me and my very average-sized dick.”

  Adam laughed. “Average is just fine, thank you. In fact, I think you’re about the same size as my favorite toy, so yeah, I guess I did win the lottery.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah. Anything bigger just seemed kind of scary.” He wrinkled his nose a bit. “Is that weird? That I used dildos on myself instead of going out and finding the real thing?”

  “Not at all. Especially after everything you told me, but even if all that hadn’t been a factor, there’s nothing wrong with experimenting on your own. There’s a lot less performance anxiety that way.”

  He nodded. “That’s true. Getting the hang of everything is a lot easier without an audience.”

  “Exactly.” I grinned. “And it means that when you do go for the real thing, you already know you can handle it. So there’s nothing left to do except enjoy the ride.”

  Adam shivered, which pushed him a bit closer to me. “I’m really looking forward to that part.”

  “So am I.” I pulled him the rest of the way in so our bodies were pressed together. “Believe me, so am I.”

  ~*~

  We could have easily spent the rest of the afternoon and evening
in bed, but we were both getting hungry and we needed to get Adam’s luggage from the hotel. So, after we’d lounged for a while, we got up and dressed.

  I let Lola out in the backyard for a few minutes, then brought her inside and fed her. While she chomped happily on her food, Adam and I left.

  As I drove down my street, he said, “You’re sure about me staying with you?”

  “Of course. If we’re sleeping together, we might as well sleep together.”

  “True. I just… I don’t want to encroach on your space, you know?” He paused. “I mean, if you think about it, we just met.”

  “Fair point. But no, I don’t think you’re encroaching.” I reached across the console and put my hand over his. “I want you there. As long as you want to be there.”

  “I do.” He turned his hand over and laced our fingers together. “This is all totally new territory for me, though. I honestly have no idea what I’m doing. In the bedroom or… the rest of it.”

  I glanced at him, and his features were taut with palpable worry. I rubbed my thumb over his. “Relax. We’re kind of making up the rules as we go along. Still feeling each other out and figuring out where boundaries are. That kind of thing.” I gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “We haven’t even gotten to everything in the bedroom, so it’s totally normal for everything else to be up in the air.”

  His hand relaxed slightly in mine. “Okay. Okay, good. I’m probably overthinking it all, but like I said, this is new.” He paused, and his voice was even softer as he added, “I really don’t want to screw it up.”

  I flashed him a quick and hopefully reassuring smile before I had to focus on the road again. “I don’t either. I have no idea what we’re doing or how in the world we got to this point…” I laughed, and so did he. Sobering a bit, I said, “But I don’t want to fuck it up either.”

  “So, does this mean we’re agreeing to cut each other some slack until we find our footing?”

  I considered it, and then shrugged. “Yeah. I guess it does.” Beat. “In fact, that sounds like a really good idea.”

  He chuckled, sounding more relieved than anything. “Awesome.” He fell silent for a long moment. I wondered if he even knew he was rubbing his fingers against the back of my hand, or if that was an unconscious thing. Either way, I didn’t bring it to his attention because I liked it and didn’t want him to stop.