Behind his Lens

by Beth Michele

  “Slow.”

  His green eyes drilled into mine. “You have my word.”

  I let go of his belt loop and followed him down a short hallway and into a large bedroom. A dim lamp beside his bed coated the room in a soft glow, enabling me to make out his walls, covered in ornately framed band posters. “I guess you like music.”

  “Always have,” he admitted, pausing beside the bed before reaching behind him to drag the seam of his shirt up and over his shoulders.

  I coughed past the nervous lump in my throat, trying not to stare too hard at the ridges and dips of his chest. “I thought we were going slow.”

  “We are.” He tossed his shirt aside. “Your turn.”

  The expectant look on his face prompted me to take a hard swallow. I grabbed onto the base of my shirt and lifted it off in one sharp motion—like a Band-Aid.

  His stare roamed everywhere on my chest, not even attempting to hide it. “Jesus.” His eyes slowly climbed to my face as he took the few steps necessary to reach me. Rough fingertips pressed into my hip while his gaze stayed on mine. “I want to drag my tongue over every inch of your body. Starting with your neck…and ending with your cock.”

  Too much saliva pooled in my throat, and I tried to swallow again. He bent his head, lips brushing the curve of my shoulder. “You have the most incredible smell…” His words faded as his tongue trailed past my pec and skimmed my nipple. I was lost in the wet path of his mouth when he took my hand, pressing it flat against his erection. Jesus, he was so hard. “This is what you do to me.” He guided me back and forth over the outline of his dick behind his zipper. “Yeah.” He hissed out a breath. “Like that.”

  I’d never touched another guy’s dick before, yet here I was, struggling to keep my own dick inside my pants. As if I was some fucking teenager on his first exploration.

  Lost in thought, I didn’t realize my hand had fallen away and he had dropped to his knees, eye level with my cock. His lips found the waistband of my jeans, finger popping the button. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but all that came out was dead air. The sound of him sliding my zipper down echoed in the quiet room and my heart sped up, banging against my ribs. Then a sharp tug as he pulled my jeans lower, the rough material scraping against my legs.

  He tapped my foot, voice gravelly. “Lift up.” I did exactly as he asked, and he slid them off the rest of the way until I was left in nothing but my black boxers. “I want to suck you until you’re so hard that pre-come drips from your tip, and then I want to lick it off.”

  “Jesus.” I groaned and my dick twitched.

  “Colt?” He looked up at me, eyes piercing mine with raw intensity. “I want to, but I’m not going to. Unless I hear you say it.”

  He already knew I wanted him to. My dick was growing harder by the minute and his face was an inch away from it.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?” He grinned.

  “I want you to…suck my cock.” Like lightning, he got to his feet and spun me around, pushing me down on the bed. My back hit the mattress. “Whoa, I thought we were gonna go slow.”

  “You just gave me the go ahead and I’ve been dreaming about you for a week. Fuck slow.”

  Jake yanked my boxers down and my erection sprang free. He growled before spreading my thighs apart and settling between them. “Christ, I think I’m already addicted to your smell.” The flat of his tongue found the underside of my cock and my body bucked off the bed. “Easy. I’m going to take you in slow. I want this to last.” He licked me, searing my skin with the hot caress of his tongue. God, it felt good. “Fuck, you’re so smooth.”

  I squeezed my eyes closed as he slid his tongue from the root to the head of my cock. He knew what he was doing. The way he cupped my balls before his strong hand glided forward to jack me up and down. His mouth, warm and wet, engulfed my entire length, taking me deep to the back of his throat. At the worst possible moment, my mind drifted to Willow and a strange guilt churned in my stomach. But this is for her. Although it didn’t feel like that right now. It felt like this was for me. And I didn’t fucking understand it. Or maybe I did, and just refused to acknowledge it.

  Jake’s low groan brought me back. I glanced down the bed to see his pants unzipped, other hand working his cock, getting himself off. His lips wrapped around my crown and I nearly combusted from watching him—from the sensation of his fingers stroking my dick—from how fucking good it felt.

  “Jake, I’m—”

  His grip tightened. One hand became two as he jerked me off until my body arched off the bed and I came, harder than I think I ever had before. He released me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and sliding up my body, grinding his erection against me. “I know it’s too soon. But you have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.” He dipped his tongue inside my mouth, my taste strong on his lips. For some reason, I found that erotic as hell. Drawing back, he added, “I love the taste of you. I can’t wait to do that again.” A slight pause and then he eyed me. “So how was it? I’m the first guy that sucked your cock, right?”

  “Jesus.”

  “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? So, how was it?” He grinned. “Come on, I need an ego boost.”

  I was having difficulty concentrating with him rocking against my dick, which was getting hard again. “It was…different.”

  “Different good?”

  “I don’t usually like talking after—”

  “You get your cock sucked? Well, I do. And it was pretty fucking amazing by the way. So now I want an answer.”

  “Yes, it was good.”

  He began to move, lowering himself down my body. “I’m going to have to do it again if all you’ve got for me is good.”

  Grasping onto his bicep, I pulled him back up. “No. I mean…not right now.”

  “But you want me to do it again, right?” He cleared his throat then clarified, “You know, to make sure we’ve got it right before we start taping.”

  “Yeah.” I smirked. “Practice makes perfect, doesn’t it?”

  The door to our apartment opened before I had a chance to use my key. Nate’s face was blank as he tapped a finger against the frame. “Where have you been? I left you like three voicemail messages.”

  “I was…” I tried to mimic his expression. “Out for a while.”

  He stood back to let me in. “Well, I had a chance to get two VIP seats to the Red Sox game tonight, but by now they’re gone.”

  “Sorry, man.”

  “Really? You don’t look sorry.” I plopped down on the sofa, kicking my feet up on the coffee table. Nate stomped over and stood in front of me. “Are you going to make me beg for info, or what? Where were you?” He bounced down next to me and my eyes found something interesting on the carpet. “Oh, shit. You did it.”

  I looked over at him, trying to keep my expression neutral. Not that it would matter. He knew me too well. “Did what?”

  “Don’t play that game with me, Colt. You did the video, didn’t you?”

  “No.”

  “Well, the word YES is written all over your face.”

  I coughed into my fist and stared down at the coffee table. “We did…do something, but we didn’t do that.”

  Nate blew out his irritation and I felt the couch shift as he turned to face me. I glanced over to meet his stare. “Okay, listen. You know I’m cool with whatever you do, and I support you, so…if you need to talk about it, or whatever, I’m willing to listen.”

  “Thanks.” And even though it was a strange situation, Nate was my oldest friend and the person I felt most comfortable talking about it with. I rolled my shoulders to loosen the tension and let my feet drop to the carpet. Then I scraped my fingers down the front of my jeans, working to force the image of Jake’s mouth on my cock from my mind. “I…kind of like being with him. He’s…strangely addicting.”

  Nate sat back, eyebrows drawn as he studied me. “I have to say, seventeen years of knowing you and I’m speechless. I did
n’t think you could surprise me. And maybe I shouldn’t be surprised given the whole Tyler thing. But this, this shocks the shit out of me.” I grinned and he smacked my shoulder. “Unbelievable.”

  I pushed up from the couch and headed toward the kitchen. “I need a stiff drink.”

  “Are you sure it’s a stiff drink you need?” he asked as I dug through the cabinet for a bottle of Jim Beam and two shot glasses.

  “Ha, ha.” I set the tumblers on the table and poured the amber liquid. My cell phone pinged, and I placed the bottle down then slid it from my pocket. When I saw Jake’s name, my finger did an anxious swipe across the screen.

  Jake: I can’t stop thinking about you. The way your cock felt when I deep-throated you

  My eyes bulged from my head and I tilted the screen to ensure Nate couldn’t see it. I quickly sent a text back.

  Me: I can’t talk right now

  Jake: Come over tomorrow night

  Me: I can’t

  Jake: Yes you can

  Me: Gotta go

  Jake: I can still taste you on my tongue

  I shoved the phone back in my pocket and downed the shot before slamming the glass on the table.

  “Who was that?”

  “Nothing important.” I poured another shot and downed that one too.

  “Yeah, right. That’s why your face is beet red.” He lifted the glass to his mouth and tipped his head back. “That hits the spot. So you want to watch the game?”

  “Sure.”

  Nate switched on the television and we kicked back on the couch. The screen was a blur though, my mind stuck on Jake’s text, his lips, the feel of his dick rubbing against mine.

  It was going to be a long night.

  “I told you I’m taking a break. So you’ll have to find someone else.” Jake’s tone was clipped as he opened the door, irritation rolling off of him in waves. But his demeanor instantly softened when he saw me. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?” His lips teased into a grin and my mind wandered, thinking about them gliding over my cock. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. I can’t talk now, though. I’ll get back to you later.” He ended the call and tucked the phone in his pocket, eyes never leaving my face. “Come in.” The minute the door closed, he caged me in against the wall, grinding his hips against mine. “I’m glad to see you.”

  “Are you? I couldn’t tell.”

  Damn if his answering smirk didn’t turn me on. He trailed his nose along the curve of my neck, breathing me in. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he murmured, sucking on the sensitive flesh beneath my ear. Wisps of hair brushed against my skin, the faint hint of body soap making me lean into him. “I want your cock filling my mouth again.” His voice was breathy. “It was so good.” He nipped my lobe, and my pulse took off. “You’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?” he whispered. “You want more.” His hand came up to snake through my hair as his tongue slid across my jaw. “I want your lips on mine again.” I let out a wordless groan at the feel of his hard cock digging into my groin. I couldn’t believe how much he wanted me. Me. “Can I kiss you, Colt?” His hand slipped lower, dragging down my spine and pressing against my back, the friction of our cocks rubbing together had my balls tightening in my jeans. Fuck, he felt good.

  “Yes.”

  His lips, soft and wet, found mine, and he let out a rumbly moan. That persistent tongue pushed inside my mouth, exploring me, tasting me—while I tasted him. I kissed him back, hard, as the pressure of his hand against my spine increased and his fingers inched their way under my shirt. His touch made my skin flame which didn’t make sense. It was all kinds of fucked up. No one had been able to make me feel like this, not even Willow. I didn’t know where that came from but I couldn’t stop my brain from thinking it. Nor could I stop thoughts of wanting his naked body wrapped around mine. Of wanting whatever he was willing to give me.

  Now it was my turn to moan. His tongue was everywhere inside my mouth, like he was trying something for the first time. I knew this was nothing new for him, but it was entirely new for me. Though you wouldn’t have known it from the urgency of his lips and his wandering hands. I was doing some wandering of my own, my fingers toying with the waistband of his jeans, skipping across his smooth skin, itching to touch him.

  He broke away from the kiss, panting. “Fuck. Your teasing is driving me crazy. I can’t take it. I want your hand inside my pants. I want you to touch my cock. I’m hard as hell for you.” His heavy breath fell against my cheek. “I’m so turned on right now I’m about to explode, and I’d like your hand wrapped around me when I do…or your lips.” My mouth opened, but I was too stunned to speak. Jake took my hand and shoved it into the front of his jeans. “Feel that? That’s how crazy you make me.” A soft moan as my hand maneuvered around the inside of his denim. His eyes drifted shut and his cock swelled as my hand pushed against his length. “Jesus. Just your hand feels so fucking incredible.”

  Driven by his words, I dropped to my knees in front of him, lungs pounding against my ribs. I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing, only that I wanted to do it. He opened his eyes and looked down at me as I fumbled a bit, popping the button on his jeans with shaky fingers. But my nerves didn’t stop me. I kept going, pushing them over his hips and dragging his boxers along too.

  “Shit,” he muttered, my eyes level with his massive erection. I licked my lips before diving in and wrapping my mouth around his dick.

  “Oh, fuck.” He steadied an arm against the wall. “Fuck, that feels good. Oh, yeah. Suck my cock.” My lips slid up and down his shaft and I swirled my tongue, taking him as deep as I could manage. “Not going to last. Your mouth…so damn hot.” My saliva coated his cock as I drew back then covered him again. He touched his fingers lightly to the back of my head but didn’t push. More of a guide as to how he liked it. “Fuck me with your mouth,” he moaned, and I did too, the rumble vibrating in my chest and making my dick want out of my pants. I grabbed his ass then took him all the way in, my mouth pressed against his groin. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come. If you don’t want…”

  And then he exploded.

  In my mouth.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  I just had another guy’s cock in my mouth. I just swallowed his come. But I couldn’t deny I liked it. The way his head rolled back and he completely lost control. For a second, that cocky attitude was gone and he was at my mercy. The taste of him lingered in my mouth and it wasn’t as bad as I thought. Actually, it wasn’t bad—at all.

  Before I had time to think more about it, he pulled me to my feet and crashed his mouth to mine, tongue forcing its way past my lips. He was still hard, his cock rutting against mine, and at this point all I could think about was him sucking me off like he did the other night. But then he backed away, cheeks flushed. “I want you naked in my bed.” He grinned, that cockiness returning. “And I kind of want that right now. I think you want that too.” His brow lifted, gaze piercing mine. “Do you?”

  I stumbled over the words, unable to avert my stare though I desperately wanted to. “I want…”

  “Tell me,” he whispered, thumb pressing into my bottom lip. “I’ll give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask.”

  “I don’t know…I want you…to get me off.”

  His eyes were half-lidded as they drilled into mine. “Tell me how.”

  “I want…your wet mouth wrapped around my cock.”

  “Fuck, yes.” He reached down and palmed my dick through my jeans. Instantly, I needed more. “I want your cock stuffed in my mouth. I want to taste that salty come as it drips down my throat.” His eyes fell to my erection, hard enough to see the outline through my jeans. “Take off your pants.”

  He didn’t have to ask twice. I was so horny that if I didn’t get my cock in his mouth soon I was going to implode. I couldn’t believe these thoughts were sweeping through my mind but I honestly didn’t give a shit.

  Jake’s tongue darted out to wet his mouth and my urgency grew. I flicked the button and d
ragged down my zipper. The moment my jeans and boxers were around my knees and my erection was set free, he sank to the carpet. He licked my tip in a slow, agonizing circle that made me desperate to be inside his mouth. I arched my hips toward him.

  “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed about you in the last few days? Sucking your cock, fucking you. I can’t get you out of my thoughts.” Another swipe of his tongue, this time from my balls to the full length of my cock, and I couldn’t take it.

  “Oh, God. Suck my dick.”

  The tension crackled between us as he took me in his mouth. Surrounded by his warmth, a sound left my throat that I wasn’t sure belonged to me. It was raw. Loud. Uninhibited. I fought to keep it inside my chest, but the pleasure was overwhelming. And when I caught a glimpse of his cheeks hollowing as he sucked me off, hand latching onto the base of my shaft, pumping me, I could barely hold on. I wanted to come so fucking bad.

  “Just like that. Oh, yeah. Your mouth…” The rasp of his moan vibrated through me and I nearly came. I was trying to make this last, but it was impossible. It felt too fucking good. “Jake, I’m…” My hips bucked and a warm rush of come shot into his mouth. He didn’t release my dick until he’d sucked me dry, his tongue sliding over me one more time before he pushed to his feet. All teasing was gone from his expression and I wasn’t sure what to make of it.

  “I want to fuck you. I’m dying to fuck you.”

  I swallowed roughly. The thought of having his dick in my ass terrified the shit out of me, and I wasn’t sure I was ready. In fact, I knew I wasn’t. “I…don’t think I’m ready for that.”

  “I know,” he said on a deep sigh. “But I want your skin against mine. So let’s go get naked in my bed.” He grinned. “That work for you?”

  His expression was magnetic, maybe even endearing, and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah, that works.” He nodded, and we removed our shirts, then kicked off our shoes, jeans, and boxers before he reached for my hand. As he led me toward his room, a thought occurred to me. “What about the video?” I don’t know why I asked because it kind of slipped my mind.