Page 49 of John Wilder Gets Schooled
My stomach twisted. “It’s Wilder.”
“You’re naked in my bed. Calling you by your last name is weird.” He showed me his palms. “No, I’m sorry. That’s on me, not you.” He leaned over me and pressed a kiss to my jawline, then left a trail of them up toward my ear. “Johnny.”
A jolt went through me.
Nobody had ever called me that.
I didn’t hate it.
And the way Avery said it, his voice low and warm, maybe I evenlikedit.
“Is Johnny okay?” he asked, and his teeth closed briefly around my earlobe.
“Yeah,” I said, my eyes fluttering closed. “You can call me Johnny.”
Avery’s touch, his voice, him calling me that… it did something weird. A minute ago I’d been a tight knot of nerves and jagged anticipation, but it all just melted away once I let it go. His touches were teasing and solicitous at the same time, and it was suddenly so easy to move into them, to stop holding myself so tightly and just let Avery be in charge. And Avery knew exactly what he was doing. I’d thought I’d be lying there, staring at the ceiling, exposed, but instead Avery curled around me, and when he shifted my leg up so that my knee was bent and then pushed it gently to the side, I went with it. The first touch of his fingertips on my taint didn’t make me jump like a scalded cat, only shiver a little.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “That’s it, Johnny.”
He was so slow and so careful, and I was so turned on, that by the time his fingertip breached me, heat was coiling low and tight in my belly. At first it felt weird, too weird to know if I liked it or not, but then there was more lube, and he was pushing in farther, and my whole body lit up when his finger grazed my prostate.
Fuck.
I arched off the bed like he’d put a couple thousand volts through me.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.Fuck.” And then it occurred to me that Avery was an asshole, because the next time he pushed his finger all the way in, he avoided touching me there again. And the first time he missed it might have been an accident, but the second and third? He knew what he was doing.
I whined, and he laughed softly.
“Impatient,” he said and nudged his chin hard against my shoulder. “There’s no rush.”
“Fuckin’ easy for you to say.”
His body shuddered against mine as he laughed, and he turned his head and bit my shoulder gently. “It’s meant to be fun for me too, you know? Teasing is fun.”
“Asshole,” I muttered, but there was no heat in it, and I clenched against his finger.
“Gonna give you more now, Johnny,” Avery said and shifted against me to reposition his hand. When he touched me again, it was with two fingers, and I felt a stretch as he slid those fingers inside me. “You’re doing so good.”
He rewarded me with another press against my prostate, and I shuddered.
I didn’t know how long it lasted. It wasn’t like I’d thought it would be at all. In the porn I’d watched, this was like a means to an end. Like, get the guy ready to get plowed or whatever. But here, with Avery, it was the main show. Even my burning arousal and my aching dick and balls somehow became nothing more than background noise to the gentle but insistent thrusts of his fingers and the way he whispered my name like a prayer.
Johnny.
Yeah, I liked it. I liked that he had a name nobody else used for me, because I felt like a new person here tonight. Not John, not Wilder, but Johnny. Just for him. Just forus.
I’d spent a lot of time in church while I was growing up, but it felt like this was the first time I really understood what worship was. It was the reverence in Avery’s touch as he dragged his thumb over the skin of my hip and the soft kisses he dropped on my shoulder. And all the while, every press and pull of his fingers felt like a claim—and I was happy to let him own me.
My skin prickled and my blood hummed as Avery slowly turned the coil of arousal in me tighter and tighter.
He nuzzled my shoulder, his breath hot. “Can you come from this?”
I was pretty sure I couldn’t fucking prevent myself from coming if he kept doing what he was doing in my ass. “Yeah!”
“You gonna?” he asked, twisting his fingers. “You gonna come for me, Johnny?”
