by Alex Roberts
I called out to God in a broken voice. My breath came in tortured gasps. Never, not once had I imagined this level of bliss, the animal pleasure, the soul wrenching ecstasy. I rocked my hips to the natural rhythm ingrained in all mankind. Slow, barely controlled thrusts into Jamie’s mouth. The big man encouraged me, pumping at the back of my thigh with his free hand. I took the hint all too willingly. I thrust into Jamie’s mouth. I thrust again and again, crying out and shattered.
“Wait,” I pleaded. I wanted him to keep going. Holy Christ, I wanted him to keep going, but he’d be down there for an hour. I couldn’t come that quickly again.
“No waits,” he whispered and took me into his mouth again.
“Jamie.” I let go of his hair and grasped onto his shoulders instead. “My turn.”
A little light upward pressure on his shoulders, and Jamie rose. He let me push him back against the sink, and my naked body was feeling awful lonely. Time for him to strip. His full cock strained the fabric of his jeans – the man needed to be set free. I pulled his jeans down, and Jamie tore his shirt off. Lord, I loved the sight of a buff man in boxer briefs with an erection cutting a hard line across the cotton. But, those had to go, too.
I slid the briefs down his thighs and hit my knees. My turn, indeed. I took Jamie into my mouth with one swift motion, and the man tensed immediately. He groaned and cursed, and his hands furled into my hair, his hips circling and rocking into my mouth. I kept my eyes closed, drinking in the moment, and it only amplified his hard breathing and his muttered curses.
He fed his cock in and out of my lips, and I sucked hard, keeping pace. The feel of that big prick in my mouth fueled my desire to have him between my legs. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to bend me over and take me like he did before. Yeah, that’s right. Fess up to it, Brandon. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to fucked.
Suddenly, he pushed me back, pulling out from between my lips. Fuck, the guy was fast. He was on me, muscling me to twist until I was bent over the side of my tub. Jamie came down on top of me, his chest to my back, pinning me in place, and I felt his hard cock thrust between my ass cheeks.
He grasped onto my hair, yanking my head up. “You’re not fast enough.”
I caught my breath, and my brain freaked the fuck out. Get him the hell off you! He’s going to fuck you hard, whether you like it or not. Get out of here. But, my stiff cock countered with the fact that I wanted to be fucked hard. I wanted his force and his aggression. I wanted him to hold me down and ride me. I wanted him to fuck me till I screamed.
The urge to push him away collided with the desire for him to keep roughly sliding his shaft against my hole. I wanted him. He held me in place, but I could feel the restraint in his muscles. He wasn’t angry or violent – he was turned on and needed to fuck. I grasped hold of the side of the shower and closed my eyes, letting him force me into position.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Brandon?” His heady voice had me on edge. I arched my back and thrust my ass out, rubbing against his hard cock. “Would you like it if I fuck your tight ass right here?”
“God yes, babe…” Babe? I let go of the last bit of tension resisting him. “Fuck me now.”
“I don’t want to be gentle, Brandon, can you handle that?”
“I don’t want you to be gentle. Fuck me.”
With my submission, Jamie cast about for my lotion and found it quickly. His hand explored my thighs and between my legs. He quickly slid a lubed finger deep inside me, and I pushed back, needing to feel stretched. The intrusion was sudden and sent an explosion all the way into my chest. Another entered finger entered and scissored wide, pumping inside of me.
Jamie bit down on my shoulder again, and I cried out. His breath blew past my face as he tightened his grasp around my hair, forcing my head up. The air seized in my lungs. I struggled to breathe as his fingers hit my prostrate.
I let out a wordless litany of sounds – complete orgasmic gibberish.
“You like that?” he purred. “Want me to pound you like this? Harder?”
I tried to nod. “Yes.”
He tilted his head away and worked the moisture in speeding his pace as he fucked my ass with his fingers.
I turned my head to look over my shoulder, catching his lusty, narrowed eyes. He licked his lips, claiming mine, his tongue forcing my lips open and kissed me with need. I’d longed to feel him instead of this hard bathtub tile, and I reached back to touch his leg. He twitched as I grasped hold, thrusting back with his every move, my moans growing pitches higher than before.
Cool air swept across my bare skin as he pulled away. “Look at the wall.”
Jamie splayed his fingers across my shoulder, forcing me back around. I did as he commanded and stared at the tiled wall ahead. My heart thrashed in my chest. I needed him now. The longer this took, the more nervous I got. My mind rebelled against my cock, telling it I didn’t want this. My brain told me there was only one way for this relationship to end, and my prick didn’t care.
He pressed into my back again with his hard cock at my hole. I breathed deep, and he pushed ever so slowly, opening me up to him. My thoughts were already clouded from my first orgasm, and dizziness took hold. As I released my gasp, he thrust deeper.
“Jamie…” I whispered. Every inch of my body seemed to twitch and ache.
“It’s alright. I’ll take it easy.”
“No. Fuck me… hard,” I begged.
He chuckled then kissed my neck and snaked his arm around my waist to my cock. My balls drew up tight as his hard grip closed around my shaft. He squeezed down and growled, moving his rough palm over my erection. Jamie settled in to the base of his cock, and I felt the soft pressure of his ball sack against my ass. He knelt there for a moment, letting me stretch and mold to his dick. Then he began to move. Gently at first, rocking in and out—steady inch by steady inch. My grip tightened on the edges of the tub, and I willed myself to relax and take everything the big man had to give.
He let go of my cock and sped his pace. Jamie took hold of both my shoulders and forced me down, bending my torso over the tub and raising my ass. One hand went to the nape of my neck and held me down while the other trailed down my spine. His hard breathing picked up as he reached around my hip and dug his fingers in, pulling my ass hard into his groin.
He hit in hard, each thrust slapping his balls into mine. He let go of my neck and took hold of the front of both my hips, forcing my ass higher into the air and pressing firmly into his groin. He used his arms to pump my body into his, and fuck, did he go deep. He hit my prostrate again and again, and spots floated into my vision.
Jamie used his knees to split my legs further, and I held onto the tub for dear life. I gasped and cried out, the pressure on my prostate making me go light headed. My balls tightened up, and I realized I was going to come. Holy fuck.
He stopped and yanked my thighs even wider apart, splaying me completely open for him. He grasped my waist then began thrusting into me again. My spent cock ached as he kept going, brushing against my prostate, sending twitches and tingles through my thighs and ass.
“Fuck. You. Feel. So. Good.” He panted as he rocked deep, from the hilt to tip if his cockhead.
Jamie picked up the pace, and the friction of his cock inside of me intensified. He pressed in on my prostate, and my cock responded. My breath left me. My body went limp, and I let Jamie fuck me. I let him drive into me. I let the pleasure take my body over. Jamie huffed and groaned, leaning back and ramming home. He moved his hips like a man who knew how to fuck. With every thrust, Jamie rammed me harder. His ball sack slapped against the back of my legs, and I couldn’t even summon the breath to curse.
I looked over my shoulder and caught an erotic vision. Jamie – chest, shoulders, and biceps flexed and pumping – his lips snarled, his eyes on my ass. My body jolted with every pump. My cock throbbed, and ecstasy fired through my veins. I came like a fire engine, the second orgasm draining everything from me. Jamie rode me h
ard, growling and grunting like a man possessed.
I rested my weary body against the side of the bathtub and closed my eyes. The euphoria washed over me in waves. He kept his riding pace, fingers pressing into my sides, until his cock swelled inside of me and twitched. He gasped his pleasure with a huge intake of air, and then stilled.
His grip eased, and Jamie leaned over top of me, his bare chest warming my naked back. He leaned a forearm onto the edge of the tub, and the other ran up my back and around my neck. He gently squeezed my throat as his lips coursed over my shoulder, and this time, the fingers pressing into me felt like a caress.
In the seconds that followed, I heard him whisper, “Can I…” but he broke off, and the thought of what would come after those words made my heart stutter. Can I… what? Sleep with you? Stay with you? Fuck you again?
Any of those questions I would gladly answer “Yes” to, but he cleared his throat and pulled away without finishing his sentence.
Maybe I was hearing things, but I swore there was a vulnerability in that half asked question which had never been there before. His fingers left from around my throat, and he withdrew from my body. A knock sounded through the apartment and struggled to break past my haze.
“Shit. The pizza.” Jamie grabbed his jeans and hoped out the door as pulled them on, one leg at a time.
I balanced against the bathtub, using it to pull myself up. My chest contracted, and a moment of utter confusion rocketed through me until I realized I was feeling… feelings. He was gone. He’d left the bathroom to pay for pizza, and I missed him. What the fuck? Was I expecting a bathroom cuddle? A heart to heart? I seriously needed to man the fuck up.
I heard the door shut, and I wrapped the towel around my waist again, feeling rather awkward all the sudden. I made it into the hall when Jamie rounded the corner from the living room.
He stopped in his tracks. “Hey. You’re up.”
“Yeah. The tile’s kinda hard.”
Was that a flush moving up his neck? Jamie’s eyes darted past me to the bathroom, and he shifted uncomfortably. “Okay. Uh. Pizza?” He raised the boxes a couple inches, as if for my inspection.
There was something there – in the air between us – goddammed if I could put my finger on it, but it seemed to keep us apart and draw us together all at the same time. Like, if I got to close, it would flee and never come back.
I realized I was just standing there, looking into his eyes. His lips parted. I hefted at the knot on my towel and swallowed. “Yeah. Of course. I’m getting pretty hungry.”
He licked those lips, and his gaze drifted back to the bathroom and to me again. “Cool. You want plates? Or just eat of the box?”
“The box is fine.”
Neither of us moved, and it was still there. Whatever it was. Until he turned. Jamie – slowly – pivoted and made his way back to the front of the apartment. The space between us widened, and like a damned fool, that feeling of missing him was coming back.
“Wait.”
He turned to face me, and that something still lingered in his eyes.
“Not the couch.” Jesus, it was hard even to breathe. “You can bring the food to bed. Ya know. It’s getting late. The bed’s big.”
“I remember.” James cocked a brow. “You sure?”
“Look, I don’t normally… well, I usually don’t go fucking any guy that comes along.”
“I never thought you did—”
“And that couch is uncomfortable, isn’t it?”
“A little.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Goddamn, what was I trying to say? “I’m tired.” That wasn’t it, but in the moment, that’s all I could conjure up.
Jamie smiled and turned the opposite direction, heading for my bedroom this time. I followed him, my brain telling me to grab the sweatpants and t-shirt off the floor, my prick telling me just to discard the towel and climb into bed.
Jamie laid the boxes on the pillows then peeled the sheets back – and peeled his jeans off. His boxer briefs were still on the bathroom floor, and a hard wad lodged in my throat as his thick cock came into view. Without looking up, he grabbed the pizza, folded himself into my bed, and leaned his back against the headrest. That smile of his turned into his familiar cocky grin, and he flung the covers on my side of the mattress back for me to climb in.
I didn’t realize how cold it was until I sat on the bed, naked ass on the chilly sheets, needing to scoot up to Jamie and feel his warmth again. The pizza helped. Jamie laid my very own large pepperoni on my lap, and the heat immediately settled into my balls, reminding me of just how drained of energy I was.
Twice. Shit. I hadn’t come twice that quickly in years.
My hair was still wet from the shower. My shoulders sagged , and my legs trembled, but it wasn’t from the cold. Christ, my muscles were spent. The scent of greasy cheese wafted up to my nostrils, and my stomach growled.
Jamie flipped his lid open, and I laughed. Of course. Meatlovers Deluxe. Pepporoni, sausage, ham, and bacon. He lifted a piece and chomped down a big bite.
I noticed the absence of stretchy goodness. “No cheese?”
He shook his head and muffled between bites: “Too many calories.”
“So, the bacon and sausage are fine?”
He nodded and swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Right. Let me guess. Caveman diet?”
“Not exactly. Just, all that melted cheese – not good for you, man.”
I looked down at the glaze of orange grease atop my own pizza. I shrugged and selected the most unhealthy looking piece of the pie. “Well, I just got fucked, so I need to keep my strength up. Calories are my friend.”
“Maybe when I’m done with that pro fight, but I need to be at 205, and I don’t want to cut too much weight all at once. It drains you – kinda like blowing your load twice.” He grinned as he shoveled in another big bite. “Hey. Did you call me babe?”
My mind raced back to me pleading with him to fuck me in the bathroom. “Uh, yeah, I thinks so. Slipped out. Sorry.”
“You’re a little bit weird.”
I ignored that one. “So, this is going to be a big break for you? The fight.”
He talked around his bacon and sausage again. “Don thinks if I win this one, he’ll be able to line up a couple more pretty quickly. I could start making a few a grand a month just from the fights, and the more I win, the better sponsors come in.”
“Then you’ll get a place of your own? No more crashing with friends?”
Jamie stared at the wall as he chewed, apparently deep in thought. He never answered, so I devoted my attention to my own pizza, wolfing it down like a starved animal.
Jamie came back to life. “So, you’re not in school this semester?”
“No. I needed a break.”
“Ah, yes. You told me how rigorous your academic schedule was.”
I threw my crust back in the box. “It’s not the workload. It’ just that nothing’s sticking. I kept going back, picking up classes, but nothing holds my interest.”
“I get that. Why go to school for a job you don’t like when you can save the money, skip the school, and go straight for the job you don’t like.”
I furled my eyebrows. Not exactly the sentiment I was going for, but yeah, I guess it kinda was. “Yeah. My mom keeps telling me to just pick something and stay with it. But… I want to enjoy what I do.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, Bran. Forward momentum, though. That’s what matters. Keep going to school until something sticks. You’ll figure it out.”
Forward momentum. I could do that.
I had a few more pieces, but damn, Jamie emptied his pizza box. The man could pack it away. We both hit serious carb overload at about the same time, and the conversation slowed with our heartrates. The clock ticked away, and my lids got heavy as I finally threw in the towel and stacked my pizza on my nightstand.
I laid on my back in the bed, head hitting the comfy pillow, and pulled the bl
anket up to my chin. Jamie laid next to me, keeping his distance at first until I turned my head and reached out for him. He rolled on his side, and his bare thighs came into contact with mine as he scooted closer. Then, his chest came into contact with mine, and he draped that big bicep of his over my chest, his other arm curling under his head.
His eyes closed, and a warm smile spread over his lips. “This is nice. Comfortable. Much better than the couch.”
“Yeah?”
“Much.”
Heat flushed into my cheeks as I watched his form relax. I felt sleep setting in. “Good night?”
“It’s actually morning.”
I glanced at my ancient alarm clock underneath the pizza box. 12:03.
“It’s still night for me.” I corrected him. “Promise not to tie me up and choke me out in the morning?”
He smiled back a delicious, crooked grin. “No promises.”
Chapter Four
Maybe I was crazy to think he’d stay through to the morning. Maybe I was just stuck in a dream, but something within told me he’d sleep there beside me, and we could have a replay of last time – minus me kicking him out of the apartment. Something inside of me wanted to wake up next to hot man, leave him sleeping to get the coffee going, and then have him wrap himself around me and plant me against the wall.
But, when I opened my eyes, he was gone. Morning daylight gleamed through the window and warmed up the room. Jamie’s side of the bed was cold and vacated, pizza box and all. I threw the blankets off me and sat straight up, listening for any signs of life in the living room. He could be out there, making breakfast, but I didn’t smell anything good coming from the kitchen. Or, he could be in the bathroom taking a piss, but I didn’t hear the toilet flush after a few seconds. Please don’t tell me he left.
I scrambled out of bed and slipped on my sweatpants from the floor. My jaw clenched and hurt all the way down into my throat as I made my way into the living room. I checked sideways down the hall, and his boxer briefs were gone from my bathroom floor. I peered into the kitchen. Light greeted me from the window.
