Awkward Love (Stumbling into Love 2)

One finger became two, Jameson alternating between them and his tongue. I felt like I was losing my mind, wanting to hold on to this, let him pleasure me all night, but also needing his cock inside me. “Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

“Oh shit. Don’t say stuff like that to me. I seriously almost blew my load.”

My little hair trigger. He was so damn cute.

Jameson went up onto his knees. He suited up, lubed up, then squirted more on my hole, rubbing it around and inside me. I looked over my shoulder and watched him, the intensity on his face, like he would be graded on this in the end and he wouldn’t accept anything less than a hundred percent.

There was the initial sting, then the pressure as he pushed his glans inside me. “Keep going,” I begged. Even though we hadn’t done this a lot, my body was getting used to him, and I didn’t need him to go quite as slow.

More pressure, more stretching, that connection I’d never felt with anyone before. When Jameson’s groin met my ass, he lay over me and breathed against my neck. “Oh God.”

“I know,” I replied. “Now use that big dick the way I know you can.”

He laughed, and we both hissed a noise together. Jameson threaded our fingers together, his dark hand holding my lighter one, like that was exactly where we were meant to be. He pulled back, then snapped his hips forward.

My cock rubbed against the mattress as he fucked into me, as he kissed the back of my neck and my hair and mumbled, so I only caught bits and pieces of what he was saying. How…want…please…don’t go…I’m sorry.

He had nothing to be sorry for, and I didn’t know why he thought he did, but I knew now wasn’t the time.

Jameson thrust inside, then didn’t move.

“What are you…”

“This way. I think this will work. I saw it in porn,” he joked, and again, I loved that he did that with me. He pushed up until he was kneeling in the middle of the bed, pulling me with him so my back was against his chest.

Jameson was still buried deep inside me as he grabbed the lube, squirted some into his hand, wrapped an arm around me, and began to stroke my cock. As he did, he slowly pulled out and fucked up and into me again.

“Does this feel good?” he asked, wonder in his voice. It must have been the academic in him because he was never afraid to ask questions.

“Fuck yes, Professor, so good.”

Jameson sped up, both in jerking me off and railing my hole. Christ, he was so damn good at this. Each time was better than the last.

It didn’t take long before my thighs began to shake like I couldn’t hold myself up. My body started to tingle, and my vision went blurry.

“I want to feel you come, baby. Let me feel it while I’m inside you,” Jameson said. It was that word, baby, that made me shoot. It was so rare that he used it. My balls tightened, and I cried out, spilling my release all over his hand and on the bed, my body feeling weak and pliant.

Jameson held me up, thrust deep and hard, and his dick pulsed inside me, his body going rigid. He buried his face into my neck as he rode out his orgasm.

We fell down to the bed, and he kissed my shoulder, my cheek, my temple, over and over again. I was lying in my come and his condom was no doubt leaking on the mattress too, but neither of us seemed to care. We were quiet for what felt like an eternity before he said, “You’re saving money to help your mom. You never told me that. This job is more than just something you love; you need it for other reasons.”

I nodded but didn’t say anything.

“Tonight my dad told me he’s proud of me. That he respects me for being my own man and wouldn’t want me to be any different. He said he did it because of you, and all I could think was, thank you, and how special you are. You act like you know it, but I don’t think you truly do. What you do for me…and for your family. You’re the best person I know.”

I turned my face closer to the bed, unable to look at him. He was right—I didn’t feel special. I’d feel less than if anyone knew it but him.

“You’ve changed me, and my dad sees how incredible you are. He’s not like this with anyone. I’ve never seen it. I think that’s why it was hard on me and why I was jealous.”

“Jameson, you don’t have to be jealous. Your dad loves you.”

“I know. Emotions are weird. I think that all the time, but tonight I just…I wanted you to have what I have. I see it, the way you look at my dad. He’s more than your boss. He’s like a…father figure to you. You want to make him proud the way I do. You shine under his praise the way a son would, and I’m scared of making you lose that, of losing a way to help your mom. I couldn’t live with myself if being with me took that away from you, but I don’t want to lose you either. It’s all such a mess in my head. I want to do the right thing for you, but I don’t know what that is.”