Page 98 of Paper Roses

My breath catches when his big hands land on my cheeks, spreading them. My head falls back, and I moan loudly as his beard tickles the sensitive skin and then his tongue flirts over my hole. I’d never had anyone do this to me before Jed, but I have to say it’s now one of my favourite things.

He licks and sucks, occasionally pulling back to blow over the entrance or press a stinging kiss to the lower curve of my buttocks. I drop one of my hands to my cock, and he lifts his head. “Hands on the wall, Artie.”

I do as he says and then groan as he goes back to licking. He pushes his hand between my thighs, cupping my balls before gripping my cock and stroking me. I grit my teeth and shove into that tight, warm hold, a sudden tingle in my balls making me catch my breath. Before I come, his hands and mouth leave me.

I wait, holding my breath and shifting position where my leg has gone numb. There’s the pop of a cap in the quiet room, and then I groan as I feel his fingers massage my hole. I’ve learnt that it’s the key to fantastic sex, and so I lean forward and spread my legs a bit more, giving my bottom a wiggle just to hear his husky laugh.

He obliges, and I gasp as he suddenly spanks my bum. It’s only a playful slap, but the thrill that runs through me is surprising, and I can’t help my groan of pleasure. Jed stills and then I feel him drop a kiss on the small of my back. “A thought for another time,” he murmurs. He kisses that spot again. It’sone of his favourite places on my body, and I think if I ever had a tattoo, I’d put it there on the Jed spot.

I press my fingers more firmly into the wood panels, getting my balance as he fingers me slowly, adding another digit, scissoring, and occasionally tapping my prostate. Each tap shoots electricity through me, making my toes curl on the tiled floor.

By the time he’s satisfied that I’m ready, my body is covered in sweat, my hair is wet, and we’re both breathing loudly.

He pulls his fingers out, and I moan at the sensation. When I look back, I have to quickly count from five to stop myself from coming. He’s sitting with his legs spread and his hand working his cock. It’s huge, the head angry-looking and wet with precome. Even as I watch, he licks his lips and then lifts his cock in my direction.

“Go and get a condom from my bag, and then I want you to sit on this.”

I blink. We’ve never done that before. Whenever we’ve made lo… er, fucked, he’s been on top, taking the control and the lead in the way I needed him to.

I bite my lip, worry stirring. “What if I do it wrong?”

There is no one else on this earth I would ever admit that fear to, but I don’t even hesitate when it’s Jed. Even so, I hate how I must appear so young and inexperienced next to the men he’s previously had in his bed.

His eyes soften. “There is no right or wrong in sex, baby. I want you to do whatever makes you feel good, and I absolutely guarantee that it’ll make me feel even better.”

“You promise?”

“I swear,” he says seriously.

Nodding, I swing around, but then a sudden thought occurs to me. “Erm, Jed?—”

“What is it?” he asks, concern rising.

“What about what we said yesterday?”

“The condom?” he says, as usual, understanding me immediately.

I nod and heat flares in his eyes, making them gleam. I watch open-mouthed as he clenches the base of his cock. My question turned him on enough to make him come. It’s a thrilling thought, but his tone is very serious when he says, “It’s a big decision, Artie. Maybe you shouldn’t make it during sex. It needs thinking about.”

I put my hands on my hips and watch him steadily. “I don’t make any decisions on the hop. You do know me, don’t you?”

His lip twitches. “I certainly do. Outside and deliciously inside.”

I drift closer. “Then I know my own mind. What about you?”

I gasp as he reaches out and grabs my hips, pulling me into his lap and kissing me. It’s a deep, wet kiss full of tongues and sighs, and when he pulls away, I sway. Ever concerned, he shoves the door open a little more with his foot. A welcome breeze drifts in, but he needn’t have bothered. It was the kiss and him that made me dizzy. Not a sauna.

I wiggle in his lap, rubbing my cock against his stomach and feeling him shove hard and wet against my bottom. I reach back and spread my cheeks invitingly, and he gives an approving groan when his cock pushes up into my channel. The head catches on the rim, and I push back, feeling it pop in. Before I can move further, he grabs my hips, staying me.

“Turn around.”

I blink. “Away from you?”

He nods, dropping a kiss on my nose. “I want to look at that beautiful little arse stuffed full of my cock, and when I come, I want to watch it slide out of your hole.”

Another shudder rolls through my body. “You’ll make me come now if you’re not careful.”

He slaps my bum again, two swift, hard slaps, and then rubs the skin as I grind against him, frantically mouthing his neck and panting into the skin.

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