Page 35 of Smoky Mountain Dreams
Christopher nodded, his teeth still biting the sheets withhis head turned and pressed to the mattress. Jesse pushed back in. This time itwas a perfect, long, deep slide as Christopher moaned, released his fists, andsquirmed back onto Jesse’s cock, his hole holding him along his whole length,slick and smooth, and thudding with Christopher’s pulse. Jesse tossed his headback, took a steadying breath, and heroically didnotcomeright then and there.
But Christopher didn’t wait for him, and Jesse gripped thecurve of Christopher’s hip bone hard, wiping sweat from his own eyes with theother hand as Christopher came up onto his hands and started to ride him with awriggling, enthusiastic, squelching, fast pace. Jesse groaned, his nipplesaching and hard, his stomach muscles quivering with the attempt to hold offfrom coming so soon. His balls burned with the need to shoot.
“Chris,” he said, moving to grip his shoulders hard to tryto slow him down. But Jesse’s hips had a mind of their own, and he was slamminginto Christopher pretty damn hard. Christopher took it eagerly, dropping backdown to the mattress, his face buried in the wadded up sheets he’d been biting,and his back breaking out in chills that raced up from his ass cheeks withevery press.
“Gonna come,” Christopher whimpered, and Jesse realized thatChristopher was urgently working his own cock with his hands shoved downbetween his legs. Jesse collapsed onto Christopher, hunching frantically andjerking all over as he came with spurt after powerful spurt while Christophercried out under him, his asshole milking Jesse as he shot his own load on themattress. He collapsed completely with Jesse’s cock still shoved deep inside,twitching and spurting a surprising pulse or two.
“Well…fuck,” Christopher breathed, his sweaty back plasteredto Jesse’s chest.
Jesse could feel Christopher’s heart thundering to the pointthat his whole body seemed to shake with each beat. “Yeah.” Jesse started topull out, but Christopher reached back to grip one of Jesse’s butt cheeks.
“Just one second more. Please.”
He couldn’t stay in too long; he needed to get the condomoff before his dick shrank and the contents leaked. “Sure,” he said. “Okay.”And he sank back into Christopher’s body, feeling him relax completely underhim.
Gripping Jesse’s buttock in one hand and his ownstill-thudding cock in the other beneath him, Christopher sighed. It was kindof intimate, probably more intimate than most guys liked, but Christopher didn’tget fucked often enough to be willing to let that gorgeous cock go yet.
Even so, he was wrung out. That had been…impressive. In hisadmittedly small repertoire of one-night stands, there had only ever been onethat had started out with sex quite as mind-blowing as that, and it had beenwith Gareth. If the night didn’t end right now, and if it continued to be evenhalf as good as what he’d enjoyed with Gareth, much less blown-out-of-the-wateramazing like this last fuck, Christopher hoped he wouldn’t end up in anotherawkward mess. He didn’t like the idea of going to pick up the locket Jesse wasmaking for Gran and having a conversation about how it had only been sex—eventhough itwasonly sex—and that Christopher wasn’tgoing to be getting any more of it, at least not from him.
“You don’t have a boyfriend in Afghanistan or something, doyou?” Christopher asked, when he finally let go of Jesse’s ass and allowed himto pull out. He sighed at the emptiness, and his anus flexed a littleuncomfortably, the muscle already feeling well-used. He flipped onto his back,where the slick wet of his own cum-spot on the sheets rubbed against hisoverheated, sweaty skin.
“What?” Jesse muttered, laying down next to him,surprisingly close for someone who wasn’t his boyfriend, and then blowingChristopher away by moving even closer to slide his hand down betweenChristopher’s thighs and press two fingers into Christopher’s lubed hole. “Aboyfriend? In Afghanistan? I don’t get it.”
“Never mind. Just an old joke,” Christopher murmured, hismind entirely focused on the fingers Jesse had hooked into him, the gentleupward pressure on the rim of his hole keeping him loose and full, comfortableand not at all empty. How had Jesse known?
“This okay?” Jesse asked, lifting his fingers a little sothey put some pressure on Christopher’s prostate.
Christopher nodded, shivering. “Yeah. Feels good. Just not…”He meant for Jesse to avoid his prostate. It was pretty overstimulated at themoment, but Jesse nodded, clearly knowing what he meant, and moved even closerstill, staring at Christopher’s mouth.
“Was that good for you?” Christopher asked. His cock jerkedat the memory of what had taken place only minutes ago.
“Yeah.” Jesse sounded rough, like he was having a hard timetalking. “It was great. Really great.”
Christopher felt one finger slip out, leaving just one in,and then Jesse pulled it out too, gently rubbing the pads of his fingersagainst Christopher’s asshole, soothing it. Christopher waited for him to pullaway, to go to the bathroom and clean up—to maybe even say it’d been so greatthat he really should get on home now. Jesse’s hand slid up to rest onChristopher’s hip instead.
“What about you?” Jesse asked. “Okay?”
“Are you serious?” Christopher squirmed and his nipplesthrummed. “I was kind of fast about it all. Sorry. I just wasn’t going to lastand wanted to get as much as I could in case you bolted after.”
Jesse frowned, his gaze coming up from where he’d beenwatching Christopher’s lips form every word. “I usually do bolt. Well, Iusually don’t do this at all, actually.”
“Do…this? I don’t follow. I mean, you’re bisexual, right? Ithought—”
“Yeah. But I haven’t fucked a guy in years. Blowjobs andhandjobs, some rubbing off. It’s been a long time. It felt amazing, by the way.Your ass is…Christ.” Jesse shifted, and softly laughed. “I’m getting hardagain. That’s how good it was.”
Christopher bit his lip, feeling strangely uncertain byJesse’s revelation that he hadn’t donethisinyears. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to ask just how many years it had beenexactly, or how he’d ended up married to a woman, although he supposed thebisexual part answered that even if it was hard to wrap his head around. Still,he felt as if he’d he just found out Jesse was a virgin or something, though hedidn’t know why.
Right now, with his own cock coming to half-mast, he wasn’tsure he wanted to know. What mattered was that they were here now, and Jessewas surely going to make him come again. And that? That was pretty damn great.Better than he’d entirely been sure he could hope for.
Morning came in foggy and too soon. Christopher sippedhis coffee on the back porch, staring into the haze of the woods behind thehouse, wondering if the movement he saw just up-slope was a deer or possibly abear. There’d been a mama and her cub investigating his neighbor’s trash cansthe other morning. He strained harder for a better look as the shadow passedfrom one tree to another. Definitely a bear.
The sound of the door brought his attention around to Jesse,who looked adorable in his wrinkled clothes from the night before, hair stillwet from the shower, and the smudge of sleepiness still on his face.
“You didn’t join me,” Jesse said, and there was anearly-morning rasp in his voice that made Christopher’s toes curl.
“I figured if I joined you in the shower we’d have sex, andif we had sex, then I wouldn’t make coffee, and if I didn’t make coffee, then I’dgo into a coma from sex-related exhaustion, and if I went into a coma then I’dmiss my morning rehearsal call, and if I miss my morning rehearsal call, they’dgive my part to some young upstart, and—”
“So, basically one more orgasm with me would’ve resulted inyou losing your job?”
