Borrowing Trouble(48)

“You like?” Landon’s voice was husky and eager.

“It’s different.” Jay answered, but pushed against the finger that played on his rim. Different but good, he wanted to say, but his voice failed him again as Landon spit and lubed his hole once more. Then, as open as Jay’d felt earlier, the way he felt metaphorically undone by Landon, now became a physical openness as Landon slid the tip of a finger in.

“Breathe out,” Landon encouraged. Jay complied and Landon’s thick finger slid in deep. Landon had been right earlier when he said it’d hurt and feel awkward. Jay’s erection flagged, but he couldn’t stop the strange need to push down rather than retreat when Landon slowly started fingering him. Jay cried out when Landon inserted a second finger and crooked them, pressing something deep inside that made Jay shudder from head to heaven-pointed toes.

“Goddamn,” Jay growled through gritted teeth. His cock gave a happy jerk as Landon did it again, chuckling at Jay’s reaction.

“I love how dirty your mouth gets in bed.”

Jay only grunted in response. Landon pushed in a third finger after adding more spit. Jay watched Landon, who stared heatedly at where his fingers entered Jay. He’d never been looked at like that by another person, like he was what they needed rather than just wanted.

Landon stroked Jay’s cock, which had hardened again, even if it was not quite as hard as it had been before. Which was strange, because Jay felt like he had the most raging hard-on he’d ever had. He really got what it meant to be completely turned on.

Landon pulled his fingers out. “Okay.” Landon fitted himself between Jay’s legs, kissing Jay fully on the lips, then diving his tongue into Jay’s mouth. Landon’s tongue was cool from his having been breathing heavily through his mouth. Jay didn’t understand why something so simple sent a thrill through him, but he’d learned at this point, everything about Landon, everything the man did, was erotic to him.

“Okay,” Landon repeated. “As much as I’d love to look in your eyes and be all cheesy and romantic this time, being as it’s your first time bottoming, it’ll be easier this way.” Landon removed the pillow from under Jay and positioned him on his side, one leg up slightly, then Landon spooned him from behind. The snick of a bottle behind Jay made his pulse quicken. He shivered as Landon’s fingers trailed cold, slippery lube between his legs and fingered some in. After removing them, the squishy sound of Landon stroking lube over his cock could be heard.

“Remember, breathe out,” Landon whispered in Jay’s ear.

Jay closed his eyes and did as he was told, the blunt head of Landon’s lubed cock prodding his hole. He wasn’t freaking out, just overwhelmed by his feelings. This was it. He’d realized when he and Landon were together what being one could really feel like, even if that was “cheesy”—as Landon put it. But this…

“Breathe,” Landon whispered. Jay did. And holy shit. He gritted his teeth as Landon’s long, thick cock slid inside him. Definitely bigger than two or three fingers, Jay felt split open.

“Keep breathing.”

Jay realized at that point, he’d been holding his breath, so he let it out and started breathing deeply. That definitely helped. Landon pushed all the way inside, then reached for Jay’s cock, stroking him firmly, keeping him hard with rough, dry, circular strokes over the head. Jay’s body quaked, loosening up. He tested the newfound muscles and willed them to open more. He didn’t let his brain take over. This was about feeling. This was about him and Landon.

This was about being new.

Landon’s mouth teased over Jay’s shoulders and neck; he nibbled behind Jay’s ear. Jay pushed back against Landon’s invading cock.

“Oh yeah,” Landon purred, his tone silly. “That means you’re ready for the big show, baby.”

Jay laughed on a moan as Landon slid out and then slowly back in. “Mother f*cker,” Jay groaned.

“Yeah? You like that?”

Boy, howdy, he sure as hell did. Landon used his own knee to push Jay’s up some more, then he wrapped his arm around Jay’s chest and set up a steady f*cking. Jay eventually found himself f*cking himself on Landon’s cock. Landon stilled him though, placing a hand on Jay’s lower belly, pushing slowly in to the root.

“Let me love you,” Landon panted.

Jay couldn’t even bring himself to laugh at the word. Now he kinda got why people said things like that. He felt like a teenager who’d just realized you could love with your body as much as you could get off with it. And as Landon filled him, retreated, and filled him again, Jay felt so perfect, so cherished, and so damned happy he’d run over here this morning, so glad he’d offered his body like this, because he did feel every bit of their bond at this moment. In Landon’s arms, Jay’s eyes started to leak, some from sadness for the man who’d been locked away all these years in his head, some from the happiness he’d found this when he’d not even known he’d needed it.

“Jay?” Landon stilled. “Babe, are you crying?”

“I’m fine,” Jay stuttered, a bit choked up. “Please. Keep going.”

Landon stayed still another moment before kissing Jay’s temple softly, then reaching a hand down to fondle Jay’s balls as he started thrusting in and out again.