"Fuck yesss … " he hisses as I fuck him with them, watch his body stretch for me and mold to me as I finger him.
Leaning forward, I lap at his balls, sucking them into my mouth.
"Jackson … need you." Derek thrashes around, his hands fisted in the blanket.
"You have me, boy. Daddy's right here. I just want to play."
"Play all you want, but do it with your cock in me," he says, his voice a mixture of Derek's sass and sexual hunger.
I pull my fingers out. "See, now you're being naughty."
"Should I get my dildo?" Derek asks and I chuckle.
"Christ, I have fun with you." I'm not sure I've ever had more fun with anyone than I have with Derek. When I'm with him, it's only about the two of us. What we want and how we feel and not all that other shit that's always there waiting.
Standing, I grab the lube and slick up my dick some more. "Hold your legs back," I tell him, and Derek does. I rub the head of my cock against his rim. "Is this what you want? Do you want my dick?"
"Yes," he replies.
"Tell me. Tell me you want my dick."
"I want your dick." He trembles and then adds, "I need it."
"I need you too." I push back in, stretching him wide, lean over and take his mouth as I thrust slowly into him. He grabs my ass. His blunt nails dig in-my tongue pushing into his mouth and my cock inside his hole in unison.
"More," he says when I pull my mouth from his so I give it to him. Fuck harder. Pound him into the bed, making the mattress scoot off the box spring.
There's a tingle and burn at the base of my spine. My dick throbs, my orgasm right there, waiting to detonate.
"Come, boy. I need you to come," I tell him.
He shoves his hand between us. Wraps it around his erection and strokes. "Right there. Fuck, right there, Jackson."
I piston my hips into him. Our sweaty bodies slap together and then Derek's eyes squint closed, and his body vibrates as he shoots his load. It lands on his chest. When I slam into him again, another ribbon shoots out and then I'm careening into my own orgasm, my body vibration matching his as I tremble and empty my balls in the condom.
My legs are weak, shaking as I pull out and toss the condom. Then I lean forward and lick up his jizz, earning me a smile from him.
"Such a dirty daddy," he says.
"You love it."
"Kiss me." So I do. Our tongues tangle and I know he's tasting himself on my lips. I'm still lying on top of him, hanging over the bed as I nudge his nose with mine. Push his hair off his forehead with my hand.
"That was different," Derek tells me. I know how much it took for him to say it.
"Yeah, I know."
"Are we ready for different?"
Yes. No. "I don't know, boy. That one, I don't know."
"I don't know either."
I keep kissing him because I need my mouth on him. He climbs up onto the bed correctly, and I right the mattress before pulling his smaller body on top of mine, kissing him again.
"We'll figure it out," I say with my hand in his hair.
"Okay," he replies, but damned if it doesn't sound like he believes me.
It's been a week since Derek's run. We haven't talked any more about what's going on between us. I think we're both scared as hell. This is big, and we know it.
"What's going on tonight?" Frankie asks me as he pulls the bus into the firehouse.
"I have to go see my mom. I haven't been in over a week."
"That's not like you," he replies.
Yeah, no shit. "I know. Things have been crazy. Good crazy, but I have to find a way to make time for all of it. I told Derek I'd go to Flirt with him tonight, which we really fucking need. Things have been … heavy. Then of course, Zane called and asked what I was doing. I had to lie to him-then I felt guilty so I told him I could cancel my plans. Derek was there, telling me I should but Zane said never mind. He'll go out with a few friends of his. He's going to come over tomorrow and I'm going to tell him about Derek, which I haven't actually told Derek because I think it'll make him freak." It kind of makes me freak too.
"Okay, that was a fucking mouthful, and I have a shit-ton of questions for you. Why are things heavy, why are you lying to Zane about Derek and why do you think Derek will freak if you no longer lie to Zane about him?"
He kills the engine on the bus, and we both climb out. I make a point to roll my eyes at him where he can see me. "I don't want to talk about why things have been heavy." Because I'm falling for him. I have no business falling for him. Not at this point in my life and not when I'm pretty sure both of us question whether he'd want a serious relationship or not and also if either of us is ready. "The Zane thing … do I really have to explain that? He doesn't know I'm bi, and I'm fucking someone who looks younger than him, but is actually only eight years older than him, so yep, you guessed it. They're closer in age than we are."