Page 48 of Goodbye Paradise
“Twenty minutes. We have at least an hour, probably longer.”
He did not hesitate, thank the Lord.
Josh shut our door and bolted it. He yanked the curtains on the driveway side of the room closed. Then he began removing all his clothing in a big hurry. By the time he got down to his boxer shorts, he was tenting the front of them.
“Bring that over here, baby,” I rasped. “I need you right now.”
He let out a hot, happy breath and climbed onto my body. When our cocks met, he moaned.
I took his face in my hands and began to kiss him, just as I’d been hoping to. “I like you in the daylight,” I said between kisses. “I want to watch your face when I make you come.”
On another reedy moan, Josh dove deeper into my mouth. He was so responsive, so beautiful. I rolled him onto his side, so that we were facing each other. He slipped a hand between our bodies and palmed my cock, giving me one delicious squeeze. “Want you,” he said.
“You have me. Now bend this leg,” I coaxed, lifting his top knee toward the ceiling. I cupped his balls, which he loved. And I stroked his taint just behind them. Since he was spread so wide for me, I had good access to his ass. I eased a tentative finger back, just teasing him lightly.
Josh shivered against me.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
As an answer, he gave me a deep kiss.
“Hold on,” I said, letting go.
He whimpered at the loss of contact, then watched me fish a little plastic bottle out of the bedside table where I’d stowed it. “What’s that?” he breathed.
“Lube,” I said, dripping some of it onto my fingers. “I’ve been doing some research online.”
“What kind of research?”
“The kind that’s going to make you come hard all over me.”
He groaned. I loved that I could make him do that with just a little dirty talk.
I put my lubed fingers between Josh’s legs, and worked that slickness into his crease. “What do you think?” I asked, teasing a slippery finger against his hole.
“Oh, Caleb,” he moaned. “Don’t stop.”
Wellthen. I pressed the tip of my finger inside, and his breath hitched. “Okay?” I asked.
He let out a breath. “It’s strange.”
“Should I stop?”
He shook his head, then buried his face in the crook of my shoulder.
I took a moment to add more of the slippery liquid to my finger. “Relax, baby. Can you do that?”
He nodded into my neck.
Slowly, I pushed my finger into his body. With my other hand, I slowly stroked Josh’s dick. I felt his chest rise and fall with a deep breath, and then he seemed to bear down on my finger. I stretched, reaching for the spot I hoped to find. And when my finger brushed his prostate, Josh shuddered in my arms.
“You like that?” I whispered.
He moaned so loudly that the cows probably looked up from their hay.
I stroked him again, loving the reaction. He fucked himself on my finger, and his breathing became shallow and quick. I kissed his face, his ear. Anything I could reach.
Pleasuring Josh was my favorite thing to do in the world. There was nothing like it. Pausing for a little more of the magic liquid in the bottle, I tucked a second finger in with the first one, making Josh sigh and squirm against me. My own dick was throbbing, screaming for attention.Later, buddy, I promised. Hell. I might come from just listening to the impatient noises Josh made.
