Page 60 of AJ’s Fire

I tucked the pillow under my ass and laid back, my legs spread like a V over the top of his thighs. He sat up on his knees, reached forward with a second pillow, kissed me, then placed it under my head. I didn’t stay prone for long, because AJ soon placed a lubed finger at my hole. I rose up on my elbows to see that his other hand had reached behind him, mimicking the actions I was feeling.

Our eyes locked while he worked, but my fingers twitched with unspent energy, and I soon found myself shaking my head no. “Both,” I reminded him, sitting up and sliding forward until we were chest to chest, both on our knees. I held my hand out, and he found the lube without taking his eyes off me, pumping some into my hand, then more onto his. I wrapped my clean hand around his back and held him close as we reached for each other and went back to our simultaneous motions. First it was him swirling and I matched it. Then I slowly let the swirl sink until the tip of my finger was inside him. I circled around his rim while his finger caught up. Soon we both had one finger seeking out that illusive spot, and I found his first, eliciting yet another, “Oh my God,” from AJ. “Right fucking there. Oh my God, how have I never …”

“Pull out, baby,” I said as I sat up taller, and he let his finger slide out. I guided him down and shoved that same pillow under his ass. “Here, you’re gonna need the ass pillow.”

He laughed as he got into position. “We have an ass pillow now.”

I laughed in turn. “Gay sex is complicated.”

My finger was gently sliding in and out as we joked, avoiding that spot. “It most fucking definitely is not. Not when you're touching me like …” He arched back, and the flush went clear to his clavicle. God, he was fucking sexy.

I sat back and worked him open, talking him through it.

“One more finger,” I said as I squirted the lube over the area where my finger met his hole. He tensed for a second before relaxing. I took a few swipes at his prostate to help distract him, then waited before slipping the second finger in.

I slid in and out, watching his face. “I’m gonna try stretching you now. Talk to me, okay?”

He nodded, and I glided and scissored my fingers until he started to slowly rock along with me. I drizzled more lube. “One more, baby.” Fuck! Sex talk. I wasn’t his cariño, and he wasn’t my baby. I just couldn’t bring myself to call him bro or dude with my fingers in his ass. And when I said AJ, it came out sounding like a prayer.

“I’m so ready, Jax. I want you to …” I swiped that spot once more. It was absolutely my new favorite thing, watching him so tense and yet so free, writhing and thrusting and seeking more. The third finger slipped in so easily that it was me that hissed, not him, anticipation finally ramping up, my free hand seeking my dick and stroking.

I thrust a few times, and AJ strained his neck to look up at me, his expression making sure I knew how much he wanted me in case his words weren’t enough.

“Now.” He demanded.

Eyes locked, I slid my fingers out, looking down only briefly to lube up my cock. Had I ever seen it so red, so ready? I positioned myself between his legs and dragged my dick around his taint and hole, savoring the trail of pre-cum I left behind. While I played like that I leaned forward, kissing AJ soundly in his prone position, so worked over already that he didn’t even lift his head, letting me come to him. I pulled back only far enough to look into his eyes, our lips practically still brushing as I echoed, “Now,” while drowning in his eyes, deep, chocolate brown, with only a sliver of reddish amber around the rims.

“You look so beautiful like this,” I blurted. He smiled at me so softly and fondly that my heart stuttered. I tried to play it off. “Bro.” I laughed.

And he laughed in return as he said, “Dude,” though the look in those rich eyes hadn’t changed.

I wanted to go slowly, but our laughter faded as AJ pushed into my seeking tap, spreading his legs and relaxing as my tip sunk into another man for the first time. I kissed him again, and it was my turn to marvel. “My God, AJ.”

His eyes became even more expressive, and I responded to the look, a smile on my face. “I know, right?” he teased, but then his head arched back as if he was in silent prayer.

I held my position and watched AJ for any negative reaction. “Are you okay?” I asked after a few beats.

He returned my gaze, his eyes dancing. He wiggled a little, playfully, and I slipped in further still. “Feels weird, but …”—I pushed just a little bit more—“right.”

I couldn’t help but kiss him then, my heart pounding as much from his simple yet beautiful words as from the position I found myself in.

“Right” I repeated as I finished bottoming out, my body flush with his. He raised his legs on either side of me, and I leaned forward again. I fought not to move as I kissed him. In a few short moments, he nodded into the kiss and wrapped his muscled legs around me.

He pulled back to raise his eyebrows and shine that bright smile on me. “Now,” he said again, and I started to experiment with thrusting in and out. While I was still going slow and steady, my body tight to his, I said, “Wait.”

His legs tightened around mine in protest. “Wait?”

“No, I mean, yes. Relax your legs for me, baby. This is how I came last time, my dick trapped between our bodies. I want you to come inside me. So try not to touch that thing, and I’ll try too.”

“Jax …”

“Both, remember.” I slid most of the way out and pushed back in, beginning a pace that would increase as my need took over. “Make me come, then come inside me. That’s what I want.” I let my instincts take over, thrusting and pumping, no longer able to keep up a conversation. I knew when I’d found that spot. AJ had been meeting me thrust for thrust, but he arched up, a strained noise escaping him.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t,” he said in time to my thrusts.

But his last cry was drowned out by my, “Yes! I’m coming.” I arched back. “Oh God, AJ. I’m coming inside you! Yes, yes, yes.”

I came down from my high as I slowly slid out, looking up to see AJ holding the base of his cock, which stood upright, a bead of pre-cum calling to me. In my post-orgasmic haze, I leaned forward, mouth open.