I'm lying on my bed with my headphones on listening to some of my mixes. I have my notebook out to keep track of what I want to change where. My pencil taps against the paper to the rhythm of the bassline beat. I don't notice that my door opens until Egbert is right there over me. I push my headphones off and grin lazily up at him. He smiles back.
"Why do you have a black eye?"
"Why don't you?"
"Because I like my face the way it is."
"You are just jealous."
"Uh huh." He leans over and kisses me sweetly. I reach up and cup the side of his face. His hand does similar as he shifts to rest a hip on the edge of the bed. I stay relaxed and enjoy the attention as he continues to kiss me on the lips, across my cheekbones, on my nose, along my jawline, down my neck, up to my ear, everywhere above the collar of my shirt. I sigh into his touch. His hand moves up into my hair, stroking it softly. Subtly I set my notebook and pencil off to the side and let my other hand rest on his shoulder. His free hand slips down my front to the bottom hem of my shirt. He slips underneath and caresses my stomach. Slowly and teasingly he creeps up to my chest, sliding his fingers across my skin. When he gets to my collarbone he pushes insistently until I lift my arms and help pull my shirt off.
I settle back down after discarding the shirt with my arms crossed behind my head. Since he has been so troublesome recently, I feel he should make it up to me. Which he is very eager to set about doing apparently. His mouth starts again at my neck but then shifts down to my collarbones and sweeps across both sides with a wave of kisses. His hands lead, tracing out paths over my shoulders, down my chest, around my nipples, along my sides, and down to my waist. They pause there as his lips slowly catch up. He has to scoot down the bed to reach comfortably but I'm not complaining at all.
His fingers hook into the waistband of my jeans and slide along my hips around to the front. He undoes the button and pulls down the zipper in a slow, unhurried manner. He sucks lightly at the peak of my hip bone. His hands ghost down my thighs over the jeans, pulling them down slightly to reveal the top edge of bright red boxers. His mouth continues to explore my waist, kissing, sucking, and licking every square inch it seems. His hands travel to my shins, wrapping briefly around my calves before tugging on my jeans in earnest. I lift my hips a little but so far he seems to be content to let me be passive. He gets the jeans off and I am left only in my boxers that are starting to tent up. He takes advantage of the pause away from me to take his own shirt off. I simply admire the view as his hands return to me, starting at my feet. I sigh as he starts massaging, the heat of his fingers and palm and the pressure of his thumbs against my arches, ah, that's the stuff. Slowly he returns his hands to my calves, continuing to massage gently. Then up to my thighs, pushing underneath the legs of my boxers to get teasingly close.
He then pulls his hands out and goes for the waistband. I lift my hips again and he takes my boxers off in one movement and I am naked. Standing, he pulls something out of his pocket and tosses onto the bed. I track the movement but it lands behind a ridge on the comforter and something else distracts my attention. He casually flicks the button of his jeans open and slowly pulls down the zipper. With a silly but ridiculously sexy swish of his hips, he steps out of the pants a second later. His hands return to me, sliding up my legs, over the sides of my hips, up my abs to my chest. He leans over me and kisses me sweetly. No pressure at all, just a light brushing of lips, a soft passing of breath, a beautiful declaration of love. Okay, that may just be the romantic in me, but gog this kiss is delicious.
His hands set off roaming again across my body, exploring every inch of skin. I feel myself twitch and respond to him as they wander lower and lower until they bypass where they should be, where I need them to be, and they brush along the outside of my thighs. He pulls his face away from me slightly, still not saying anything but just staring at me with those blue blue blue eyes. My god he's gorgeous. My attention returns to where his hands are as they shift from the outside of my thigh to the inside. The skin there is a little more sensitive so I shiver when he lightly scraps his nails upwards from my knees.
My breath catches as he gently pushes my legs apart and quickly moves into the new space. The heat of his palms burn pleasurably as they slowly, achingly work their way up to the junction of my legs. His fingertips glide along the creases where leg meets torso up to my bony hips and then back down to my ass. I hiss as the back of his hands brush against my swollen weeping dick and around my balls. I gasp and my back instinctively arches back against the bed as his thumb presses lightly against my taint. I glance down at him and find him grinning at me with that cheesy sexy smile.
One hand stays on me while the other reaches for whatever he tossed on the bed earlier. When I hear and recognize the snap of the lid, my dick twitches accordingly. Part of my brain wonders how he got over his embarrassment to buy it, but shuts up instantly as the cool liquid is poured over my balls, dripping down to be caught by his hand still hanging out in my nether regions. I shoot him a peeved grimace but instantly relax it as I see his brows in furrowed concentration. He is entirely focused on what is doing to me and what he is planning to do to me, which is really sexy and flattering.
He smears the lube around a little to coat his fingers and to warm it up with our body heat. I let out a little moan as he brushes against the entrance. His eyes snap up to meet mine. He pauses with a finger resting against me, waiting for some sort of response. My heart swells at that. As much as I like his commanding persona, it's the sweetness that makes him John. I love him for that.
I nod. He bites his lip to try to hide a smile. Then he starts pushing. I gasp as he breaches. It's been a while since I've had anything up my ass. The last thing was Vantas over the winter holidays. I breathe deeply to relax while he works his finger up to the knuckle. Slowly still he slides it back and forth. When he feels that I am comfortable, he pulls mostly out then adds a second finger. The additional stretch burns a little, but I soon get used to it and he starts moving them back and forth. I am panting with pleasure, relishing how it feels, moaning as he scissors his fingers to stretch me a little more. My arms come around from behind my head and my hands grip the sheets as he fingers my ass. Oh gog that statement is both ridiculous and hot. Only John can keep making me feel that way.
He leans up over my body and kisses me hard, still keeping his hand moving inside of me. The other arm is supporting his weight above my shoulder. He swallows my moans in a kiss as he adds another finger into the bunch. He keeps up a slow and steady pace that is beginning to drive me mad. I don't think I've ever been harder in my life and that's just from him playing with my ass. I can feel the coil of heat at my core starting to build up but there isn't quite enough friction. I start rocking my hips, pushing myself onto his fingers at a slightly faster pace. John smiles against my lips. He gets the idea and speeds his hand up until I am a panting writhing mess. And he still hasn't directly touched my cock.
My moans break into a keen as I push myself up closer to him. My arms clutch his sides as pleasure builds under his touches and kisses. I have to throw my head back with a gasp to get some air so that I have something in my lungs with which to chant his name over and over and over.
Suddenly he pauses his ministrations. I rock my hips to try to get him to continue but he doesn't. I collapse back down on the bed with a frustrated sigh that might have come out as a whine. I open my eyes (when did I close them) to see him staring at my face. Those dark blue eyes are filled with love and lust. Still slightly too big front teeth press down on his lower lip almost nervously. I am breathing hard trying to catch my breath and waiting for his next move. I wasn't quite at the edge yet, but I would have been soon so I am conflicted with wanting him to continue something, anything at all and being patient to see what he wants. Finally he takes pity on me and asks, "May I?"
It takes my pleasure-fogged brain a moment to comprehend what he is asking. When I do, I can feel my face heat up with a blush and I have to swallow hard before nodding. "Yes, John. Yes please."
His face lights up and my heart nearly bursts with love at the sight. He slowly removes his fingers and slides off the bed to drop his boxers. I feel giddy at the emptiness that his absence gives me because I know in moments he'll be filling me up even more. I smirk when I hear him gasp at the temperature of the lube as he slicks up his own cock. When he looks back up at me he pauses. I can only imagine the mess I look like right now. Panting and flushed with my legs spread wide, my ass prepared and waiting for him, and my cock twitching in time with my beating heart.
Then he is on top of me, kissing me thoroughly, wildly, and madly. Finally he comes back up for breath. He hovers above me and we are just grinning stupidly at each other. He reaches down and guides himself to my entrance. With steady pressure he pushes his hips forward. I feel the tip of his cock force its way against and into the ring of muscle. I keep myself relaxed to make it easier but I'm still tight as hell. Or maybe he's just that big. It definitely is different from sex with Vantas; bone bulges are tapered at the end. I honestly can't believe there is a part of my brain that is coherent enough to think about that. Another part of my brain also notes that this is probably John's first time. He is giving his virginity to me. The thought causes a shiver to run through me which is turn causes John to moan as my muscles twitch around him. He still pushes on, slowly sliding deeper and deeper into me, filling me up so well. I am vaguely aware that litanies of words are falling out of my mouth, but for the life of me, I can't pay attention to anything but his cock and how it feels inside of me.
Eventually his hips touch the back of my legs and he pauses. I appreciate that because gog damn he's big. While I am adjusting, he shuts me up with a kiss. It's an open mouth one with lots of tongue and moaning. When my body has relaxed enough that I don't feel like he is splitting my insides apart, I signal him to start moving with a slight roll of my hips. That seems to do the trick as he groans and then begins to slide out almost to the tip and then pushes back only a tiny bit faster than he did the first time. I hold onto him tightly as he gives me the chance to memorize every inch that is inside me. As soon as he is fully seated he does it again. Again only a little bit faster, but it feels so damn good that I cannot complain.
As I roll my hips back against him, he speeds up until he is snapping his hips into me. I am panting, moaning, keening, mewling, holding him tightly against me. He is breathing hard and whispering words of praise in my ear with hot breath, telling me how good I feel and how he never wants to stop and how much he loves me. I simply fall apart under him. I am nothing but a mangled bunch of overstimulated nerves and quivering muscles held together by slick sweaty skin. His tempo is marked by the slap of his body against mine. Blood pounds in my ears in a matching staccato rhythm. My breaths are out of sync as I gasp to get air to my burning lungs. All of my muscles burn; I might be on fire but there is no way I am getting away from this blue blue blue flame pressing me down into the mattress.
"John, John, John, I- John, I'm close," I manage between sobs. Then like an angel he reaches down in between us and finally touches me. His hand wraps around my painfully swollen member and pumps it to the snap of his hips.
I lose it. I feel like I am exploding imploding becoming nothing but light and pleasure. I feel him go rigid over me and his cock twitches inside of me, causing more waves to crash through me. I don't think I am breathing. I'm not sure I exist.