Like a slithery kitty, Jimothy slid up Rick’s body and whispered, “Ooh, have we been doing a little fantasizing about my cock inside you, Mr. Ronconi?”
“Shit, I’ve barely been able to think about anything else since I met you.”
“So, you don’t mind a bossy, toppy femme reaming you into next week?”
“Fuck no. Do it, please.”
“Where are your supplies?”
“Uh, top drawer of the dresser. I moved them from the bedside table when we were working yesterday.”
Rick’s skin got cold as Jimothy hopped off the bed and the sound of the drawer opening followed. “Oooh, Mr. R, you naughty boy. Look at the size of these dildoes. I’ll barely have to stretch you if you can take these.”
“Oh yeah, I can take them and more.”
The bed dipped again, and hot breath tickled Rick’s ear. “You’re about to get more.”
Rick bobbed his hips up in anticipation as Jimothy uncapped the lube and inserted three sticky fingers into Rick’s hole. Oh yeah, he wasn’t wasting any time. After several fabulous pumps, he pulled out his fingers and added more lube.
Rick moaned, “I like the burn. Don’t get too greasy.”
“You’ll burn. Don’t worry.” Working quickly—thrilling that he seemed so anxious—Jimothy pulled down his bikini pants so they framed his considerable cock and balls and then sheathed his dick in latex and added a little lube on top. He topped the lube bottle to the side and leaned over Rick and gazed into his eyes. Without a word, he grabbed Rick’s heavy thigh and pushed it up toward his ear, positioned his cock against Rick’s body, and pushed forward with heavy-lidded eyes and a soft smile.
“Oh. My. God.” Burn it did and filled Rick with such perfect pressure and heat his eyes leaked tears. “Don’t stop, Jimothy. Don’t ever stop.”
Jimothy pulled out to his tip and thrust back in. Rick’s hips rose to meet the ramming pressure, and his eyes rolled back. Perfection. Total perfection.
Jimothy’s breath came hot and rapid as he pressed Rick’s legs back and hips down and hammered him harder and harder. Oh yeah, he could never be too hard for Rick.
Throwing his head back, Jimothy crowed, “Oh God, how can you be so great?” Rick’s heart glowed, even as his balls contracted and bolts of electricity shot from his cock to his brain, setting off starbursts. “Close, really close.”
“Me too.” That slim body turned into a jackhammer as Jimothy pounded into Rick, every thrust sliding over sensitive nerves until Rick yelled and begged and—“Oh shit!” He hadn’t even touched his dick, but the thing was squirting like a fire hose into the slight gap between his body and Jimothy’s.
Rick’s shudders seemed to set off an equal reaction in Jimothy, and as Rick trembled through a second wave of orgasm, Jimothy’s body froze, his mouth opened on a silent scream, and his hips popped in small orgasmic fucks. “Oh God, oh God.”
Maybe best of all, Jimothy collapsed on top of Rick, and Rick gathered him close and tight in his arms.
For minutes, they just breathed.
Jimothy chuckled softly.
“What?” Rick kissed the lavender hair.
“How could such a dedicated and enthusiastic bottom ever think he was straight?”
Rick felt his cheeks get warm, and he shrugged.
Jimothy adjusted his head so his chin lay against Rick’s chest and he was looking up into Rick’s face. “Don’t for one second think I’m complaining. Hell, people never believe I’m a top.”
Rick grinned. “Uh, the pink underwear might have something to do with it. And I’m not complaining about that either. It’s delicious, just like you.”
“People try to make your physiology your destiny. I’ve left a lot of guys in a world of hurt who wanted to shove me onto my knees.”
Rick nodded. “Honestly, that’s the answer to your question about knowing I’m gay. It was years before I ever bottomed. I played at home, but I never tried it with a guy. Nobody’d let me. I only attracted men who wanted a big, strong top.”
“Who finally had nerve enough to top you?”
“A guy named Denny who’s a switch with good instincts.” Rick touched the tip of Jimothy’s slim nose. “And you.”
Jimothy snuggled his cheek against Rick’s furry chest.
Rick murmured, “Thank you for coming back.”
“I’ve got the willpower of a gnat.”
“I don’t know. Have you ever seen one of those gnats when it flies around you and won’t give up?”
Jimothy flipped his head again and raised an eyebrow. “Until you squash it, you mean?” He breathed out long and slow, and the stream of air tickled Rick’s chest hair. “I got halfway down the street and realized I was being phony. I was leaving to make some big point, but what I wanted to do was to fuck you. I decided no matter what else happened, I’d be happy if I did and always regret it if I didn’t.” He raised one shoulder to his ear. “So here I am.” He batted his lashes. “Even if you do think I’m that kind of girl.”
Rick grabbed Jimothy under the arms and slid him closer, then kissed him. “You’re my kind of girl.”
They lay quietly for a few comfortable minutes, and then Jimothy said, “Would you do me another favor of a more professional kind?”
“Sure. Anything.”
“If you have a chance, would you come and look at my guest house? When I originally built it, I thought Timothy would be living with me, but he moved in back there. I’d like to know if I can make the guest house a little more of a full-scale home within the rules of Laguna Beach, which I’m told would make the parameters of Versailles look easygoing.”
Rick chuckled. “Completely true, but I’ll be happy to.” Happy didn’t begin to describe it. Checking out the guest house meant another reason to see Jimothy. Of course, it also meant meeting Jimothy’s father—and having to see his own.
Chapter Sixteen
Rick slid out of the truck and, despite his dread of the meeting ahead, smiled at the twinge from his ass. Well used. Actually, way beyond that. The night had been a revelation. A peek into how good things could be. But before he could dwell on it, he had to endure how bad things could be.
He’d called Alice that morning. She’d gushed, “Thank you so much for the wonderful dinner. I’m amazed at your place and, of course, your fantastic hair. Imagine you knowing Jimothy.” She gave a squeak. “He texted me this morning and said he can cut my hair today. I’m so excited.” He could practically see her jumping up and down.
“I’m glad.”
“Me too. I haven’t been happy with the woman I selected as a hair stylist. She’s too floofy. Wants to put hairspray on everything.” She giggled. “I’m sorry I railroaded you last night, but I could tell that Jimothy didn’t want to be alone with that terrible guy. I figured since you’re his good friend, you wouldn’t mind.”
“No, your instincts were good. Otto got drunker by the minute. I ended up driving him home in his car with Jimothy behind me. I wouldn’t have wanted Jimothy to have to deal with the asshole by himself.”