Authors: Chris Scully
Touch Me (9 page)
Jeremy swirled his tongue over the fat helmet, popped it into his mouth and sucked. He didn’t get down very far, but it was enough for Erik. Right now he wanted Jeremy inside him more. He tugged on the younger man’s hair. He didn’t look happy to be interrupted.
“What? Did I do it wrong?” he asked.
“Any better and you’ll be getting a mouthful.”
Jeremy smiled mischievously and flicked his tongue over Erik’s slit.
Jesus. Erik pushed his head away. “Do you have condoms in that loot bag of yours?” he asked raggedly.
“What? No, I… I didn’t think…” Jeremy frowned uncertainly. “Can’t we start slow?”
Erik managed a smile even though his entire body was strung tight. “Not for me. For you.”
Jeremy blinked in comprehension. “You’d do that?”
“Baby, I
want
that. You have no idea how much.” Jeremy’s cock knocked against his stomach, as if saying how much it too wanted that.
“Well, shit. I didn’t think you’d be so easy. You don’t have any?”
“Haven’t needed rubbers in a long time.”
Jeremy thought a minute and then leapt off the bed and rummaged in the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a worn leather wallet, fished inside and triumphantly held up a plastic-wrapped square. “It pays to be prepared.”
Erik wanted to howl with relief. He grabbed his own lube from the nearby nightstand. “You’re a regular boy scout. Now suit up.”
Erik lubed himself up as Jeremy watched him. “Aren’t I suppose to…get you ready or something?”
He didn’t need much preparation; he was well acquainted with the dildos in his collection, and he was ready
now
. But he saw the disappointed look on Jeremy’s face and figured he could wait a bit longer. This wasn’t just for him. “Only if you want to.”
Jeremy nodded shyly. He climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between Erik’s legs and circled his eager hole with his thumb. Erik clenched his teeth to keep from demanding that he hurry the fuck up. Slowly, Jeremy inserted one finger.
Erik was mesmerized by the myriad of expressions flitting across the younger man’s face. It was worth the wait to see that. Jeremy’s lips kept twitching into a smile as he flicked glances between Erik’s face and his ass, where he watched his finger moved in and out.
When Jeremy found his P-spot, Erik jerked in surprise. “Oh, is that it?” he asked.
Erik laughed at the intense burst of pleasure. “Yeah, that’s it,” he replied shakily. He let Jeremy play a bit longer before calling a halt. “Jeremy, I really need you.”
Jeremy nodded, suddenly serious.
Erik drew his knees back as Jeremy rolled on the condom and added more lube. His face was etched with concentration as he moved between Erik’s legs. He gave a little self-conscious laugh. “You wouldn’t think I’d be so nervous. I mean it’s just like fucking a girl, right?”
“You’ve done anal?”
“No.”
“Well then, it’s not exactly like fucking a girl.” Erik grasped Jeremy’s cock at the base and positioned him at his entrance. “You’ll see. Just a slow push to start.”
His entire body clenched at the feel of Jeremy slowly entering him. And then relaxed in welcome. His channel sucked at Jeremy’s cock, drawing him deeper. Erik savored the heat and feel no dildo could ever replicate. “Yes, oh god, yes,” he chanted.
“Erik,” Jeremy gasped once he was balls-deep. His eyes were huge. “That’s…that’s…” He appeared stuck for words.
“I know, baby. I know. It’s good for me too.”
Good didn’t begin to describe it
, Erik thought. He almost never came with a cock in his ass, but this time he didn’t think he was going to have a problem. In fact, his problem would be lasting long enough to enjoy this. “Move now, okay?”
Jeremy began a series of slow, shallow thrusts. His eyelids fluttered closed. “I don’t think… I’m not gonna last long,” he confessed.
Erik grabbed Jeremy’s ass and urged him in to a deeper, steadier pace. “Then better make it count,” he challenged.
Jeremy withdrew almost all the way and then slammed back in. When Erik moaned, he did it again, and then again. Erik rolled his head uncontrollably on the mattress. Shivers wracked his body. He grabbed his balls. Began jerking his cock hard and fast.
Jeremy’s arms buckled. He fell forward, resting all his weight on Erik, driving him into the mattress. His hips pumped frantically. Mindless grunts tore from his throat. Erik gripped his sweat-slick back, still wanting him closer, deeper. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. He never thought he’d have this again. This hot, sweaty perfection.
His orgasm hit him hard, almost violently, turning him inside out and leaving him shaking. He barely registered the hot flood of his own come on his stomach, or Jeremy’s cry of “Oh my god” a second before his body convulsed. The next thing Erik knew, Jeremy was collapsed on his chest.
His emotions were in tatters. Joy, relief, sorrow, guilt. He drew a ragged breath into his tight lungs. He felt stripped bare, raw. He tasted salt on his lips and realized he must be crying. He threw one arm over his eyes so that Jeremy wouldn’t see his moment of weakness.
Jeremy’s softened cock slid out of him, and he got up to dispose of the condom. Then he came back to bed and lay back down next to him. Erik was grateful Jeremy didn’t press for answers. Just held him until he was done.
“You okay?” he asked a short time later.
Erik nodded. He wiped his face on his arm. “Yeah. Sorry about that. I bet that’s not the reaction you were expecting.”
“I’m trying to decide whether to be flattered or horribly embarrassed,” he teased. “I never made anyone cry before.” Jeremy’s eyes were soft and luminous as he pillowed his chin on Erik’s chest and grew serious. “But I get it.”
Erik’s dry throat clicked as he swallowed. He hugged Jeremy closer.
“I’m glad I met you, Erik.”
“Me too.” He slid his fingers through Jeremy’s hair. He was kind of afraid of what was happening, but just a little bit excited too. He should get up and wash off, but he was afraid if he did Jeremy wouldn’t be here when he got back. That he’d wake up and find he’d fallen asleep in front of the television again, and the last hour had all been some sort of dream. A little dried semen on his skin was a small price to pay to make sure that didn’t happen.
“Are you going to keep doing your after-hours sessions?” Jeremy asked abruptly.
“I don’t know,” Erik replied. Now that George was gone, he wasn’t sure what to do. “What do you think?”
“You changed my life. How can I deny someone else that same experience? But I think I’d also be a bit jealous.”
“Okay, then.”
Jeremy raised his head, squinting in confusion. “What does that mean?” The unadulterated hope in his eyes made Erik certain of his decision. This kid, this young
man
, needed him. Almost as much as
he
needed Jeremy right now.
Maybe he would leave when things ran their course. Maybe he wouldn’t. But if the last few years had taught Erik anything, it was to enjoy what he had while it lasted. “Do you have plans for the rest of the weekend?”
“Nope. You?”
Erik shook his head. “So maybe we could… not have plans together?”
Jeremy smiled. He snuggled closer, draping a leg possessively over Erik’s hip. His mouth fell open when he felt the unmistakable prod of warm, stiff cock.
He reached down to double check. “Are you…?” At Jeremy’s hopeful grin, Erik couldn’t hold back his bark of laughter. “Your recovery time is awe inspiring. I guess there is something to be said for youth after all.”
“Does that mean you’ll stop giving me a hard time about my age?”
“I’ll try.”
Jeremy’s snicker stirred the hair on Erik’s chest. “Funny, I was thinking something similar about experience.”
“I guess we make a great pair then.” He flushed as soon as he said it. He hadn’t meant it quite the way it sounded. Or had he?
Raising himself up on one elbow, Jeremy gazed intently into his eyes. A tiny bubble of hope ballooned in his chest as Jeremy lowered his head, his mouth hovering inches away. “Duh. It’s about time you realized that,” he whispered with a smile.
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CHRIS SCULLY lives in Toronto, Canada and grew up spinning romantic stories in her head. When the tedium of a corporate day job grew too much, she took a chance and found her escape in writing. Now she longs for the day she can make writing a full-time career. Tired of the same old boy-meets-girl stories, she found a home in M/M romance and strives to give her characters the happy endings they deserve. She has written several M/M romances for Dreamspinner Press and her debut novel,
Nights Like These
will be released in early 2015.
Touch Me
is her first foray into self-publishing and more erotic content.
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