Page 71 of AJ’s Fire

Made love, my mind repeated. Because, yeah, AJ may have offered me a fuck buddy at first, but I couldn’t imagine one thing that we had done that was anything other than making love. Not even standing in a corner of the fire hall could be called fucking, or hooking up, or fooling around. It was all making love with my partner, my boyfriend, my love.

I wanted him home so I could convey all of that to him, and so we could figure out how to tell the whole world, and I wasn’t above playing dirty.

I had chosen the smallest one at the time. A black teardrop with a flanged end and a few vibrating speeds. I worked myself open, something we had become proficient at, though we didn’t always treat it like a job.

I pictured AJ between my legs, those big hands possessively wrapped around my thighs, his eyes alight and heavy at the same time, smiling up at me before diving in. I swirled my finger, wishing it was his tongue.

Stopping for a moment, I awkwardly snapped a photo of my finger at my rim, sharing that with AJ.

Probie: Wish this was your tongue.

A few minutes later, I was lubing up my little toy and working it in. I played with the buttons, relaxing into it. I snapped and sent another photo.

Coffee Trainer: You better fucking wait for me. I’m gonna win this thing and get the hell out of here.

I propped my phone up and responded with another photo that showed a hint of the toy and my dick resting on the crevice of my thigh.

Coffee Trainer: Wait. For. Me.

“Okay,” I said out loud to myself. I can do that, I thought. I shut off the vibrator and cautiously got out of bed, wrapping myself in the towel and returning to the living room. I found a mindless action movie to watch, and AJ texted me a picture of himself standing outside Jamie’s brownstone.

Coffee Trainer: We won.

I'd given AJ a key weeks ago. I had one to his place as well, but we’d mainly stayed at mine. When I heard the key in the door, I muted both my phone and the TV, opened the towel, and spread my legs. I was stroking myself when he stalked toward me.

“Holy fuck, cariño. I’ve been half hard all night. Look at you.” He gripped his crotch like he’d come that second if he didn’t hold it in.

“AJ? Baby?”

His eyes traveled from my hole up to my face, reluctantly.

He cleared his throat. “Yeah? Yes?”

I slid down a little more, spreading my legs. “I need you to turn it on for me.” It took him a beat, then he dragged the coffee table out of the way, falling between my legs on his knees. I thought about giving him instructions. Instead, I stayed there, splayed before him while he stared.

I flexed my hole, and the toy moved. AJ’s cool hands pressed my inner thighs, spreading me open. He kept one there as the other worked its way inward, fingertips brushing, the sensation driving me wild. I bucked up, a bead of pre-cum forming already, AJ’s fingers at the flange, circling it, brushing my hole.

“Found it.”

“Press and hold, baby. Three, two, one.” I nodded and he let go, the vibrations starting. From his kneeling position, AJ locked eyes with me, mapping my expressions as the toy began its work. He let me ride like that for a few minutes, my hips getting into the action, rocking, seeking. He gently pushed the toy, the flange keeping it safe, but it went a little deeper, and AJ found a rhythm that worked with the vibrations and my hips. We rocked, and AJ watched my face like how I was feeling was the most important thing in the world.

AJ stood and brushed a kiss to my lips. “Don’t stop, cariño.” He was shedding clothes as he walked away from me, and he returned, fully hard, his dick leading the way, red and angry as he covered it with lube from the pump he carried in his other hand.

“Yes,” I hissed, ready, I thought, for AJ to pull out the toy.

Instead, he asked. “This thing have other speeds?” All I could do was nod. He pressed and pressed again, and the vibrator took on a pulsing pattern. He was hovering over me and stole another quick kiss before he ran his hand up the underside of my dick, up and down so slowly, like he was worshiping it or memorizing the feel of it to map out later. My balls were next, being kneaded and massaged, then lifted and squeezed.

His hands had warmed up since he’d stalked through the door a few minutes earlier, and he took the large warm one that was playing with my balls and spread it underneath, putting pressure on my taint. “I can feel it,” he marveled.

I was so close. “More,” I begged, and he gave the toy another gentle shove with his other hand. It was tickling that spot on the inside, and AJ was putting pressure on it from the outside. I rocked into the sensations, a grunting, incoherent mess.

Eventually my words formed. “Now! Now! You!” I swatted his hand away and reached for the toy myself, tossing it away while it still buzzed. I slid myself down on the couch, my ass hanging off, my legs spread wide.

AJ quickly greased up his cock again, then shoved some lube in me before swinging me around so that one leg hung off the couch. He propped up before me and slid me into position.

“You good?” he asked, and I simply nodded before he shoved into me in one motion. I cried out over his grunt.

“So good. Don’t wait.”