Hypersensitive in this area, it practically shattered Jordan the moment he touched him. He groaned deep from his throat, slipping an arm around Rex’s lower back. “Yes,” he managed to whisper.
Rex’s speed increased, pumping Jordan with more haste and constriction. His licks turned to kisses, and when he trailed up to Jordan’s mouth, he let his tongue make a reappearance. Dominating the kiss, Rex worked his tongue against the other’s, hot and slick as his fist continued to send shivers running through Jordan’s entire body.
The younger man whimpered, overwhelmed from the stimulation, and his arm tightened around Rex. He could feel it, the hot sparkle of his oncoming orgasm. It warmed him from the pads of his toes to the hair on his head, and Jordan struggled to remain still, his impulse to chase that feeling until the pleasure finally erupted. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for it to hit him.
Rex pumped him hard, wordlessly demanding him to come for him. Jordan obeyed with little resistance. His head fell back, and his body shuddered, and a moan climbed its way from the deepest part of him, echoing off the walls of the enclosed shower. When he came down from the high, he took Rex’s face in both hands, kissing him hard.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d kissed someone like this, both grateful for the satisfaction yet hungry for more, unwilling to let him get away for more than a minute. Rex seemed to have no qualms with his fervor, either. He tugged Jordan closer, chest to chest, and said,
“I want this.” His hand slipped from Jordan’s upper back to the curve of his ass. “You gonna let me have it, JJ?”
Jordan nodded more eagerly than he might have had he not just been overcome with pleasure only moments before. As it were, he couldn’t practice any bit of restraint, peppering Rex’s shoulders and neck with kisses.
“Get ready for me,” Rex said, finally untangling himself from Jordan. He grabbed a towel from the rack and threw one last look over his shoulder before he returned to the bedroom. Once he was dry, he rolled onto the bed, staring at the ceiling as he waited for Jordan to get prepared. He’d long since learned that it could take some time, but he wasn’t in any hurry. Well, most of him wasn’t. The incessant throbbing between his legs seemed to have a mind of its own, telling him that if it didn’t get some attention soon, there would be consequences. Maybe even dire ones.
Rex didn’t have to wait long. Fifteen minutes later, he heard the water cut off, and a few moments after that, the door opened. Jordan somehow looked even better naked, his curly hair damp from the shower and the smell of cedarwood spilling off of him. He stopped at the end table beside the bed and pulled a condom from the tiny box inside. With that and a bottle of lubricant in his hands, he crawled across the bed.
Unable to wait any longer, Rex practically jumped into action, rolling Jordan onto his back, an act that drew out a laugh from him. He parted his legs and crawled between them, folding himself over Jordan to kiss him deeply.
Rex paused their kiss only to bring his fingers to his lips, wetting them carefully before they disappeared between their bodies. A moment later, Jordan felt the pressure against him, gently prodding him open. He took in a slow breath before he allowed himself to relax enough for Rex’s fingertips to slide inside.
The feeling stung just a little at first, but Rex seemed aware of it because he offset the pain with more kisses, nipping and tugging at his bottom lip as their mouths worked against one another. Jordan’s eyes fluttered closed, and his pulse spiked when Rex inched deeper inside of him.
“Let me in,” Rex whispered, his voice sending shivers down Jordan’s spine.
He wordlessly obeyed, back arched and hips rolling to take more.
The two men continued this for perhaps longer than necessary, Rex’s fingers plunging into Jordan with varying speeds, curled upwards to stroke the sensitive nerves deep inside of him. Jordan held Rex close, moaning into his mouth as his relentless strokes sent waves of euphoria through him. It was strong enough that when Rex finally pulled free, Jordan’s face fell.
“Don’t worry,” Rex murmured against his lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Rex sat back on his haunches and reached for the small foil square, tearing it with his teeth. He slipped his condom on easily and applied a generous amount of lubrication around his length, spreading the rest over Jordan. There was something to be said about the way Jordan seemed to settle completely in bed, watching Rex as he lined himself up. Rex had seen the look of terror cross his face at the mere suggestion of bathing together, yet here he was, watching intensely without a hint of unease.
Rex pressed inside of him slow, watching the head of himself disappear beyond the impossibly tight ring of muscle. A wonderful little shudder ran through him, making his knees weak and his stomach flutter, but he persisted, sliding deeper into Jordan.
When Jordan’s body finally, graciously gave way and allowed him inside, Rex’s toes curled, and a long, deep groan vibrated from his throat. He gave Jordan a moment to become adjusted to him before he drew his hips back. With a quick jerk, he was once again buried to the hilt, caressed by the tight heat of Jordan’s body.
His pace was steady, but it quickened with every stroke inside of Jordan. The man beneath him moaned, gripping the backs of his thighs as his back arched in desire. It was beautifully lewd watching Jordan spread himself open, inviting him to fill him over and over again.
Rex held nothing back, planting his hands on the bed on either side of Jordan’s head to give himself more leverage. His thrusts were harder, his strokes deeper, and Jordan’s entire body burned and vibrated and crackled like lightning.
He turned his head and squeezed his eyes, groaning as his body stretched to accompany every inch of Rex. The sting had only just subsided, substituted for the more powerful ecstasy of Rex’s dick. His breathing grew shallower, his lungs barely able to fill before the wind was nearly knocked out of him.
Again and again, Rex sent shockwaves through him and electricity racing down his spine. Jordan could just barely process the string of curses Rex let out. What he could perceive, however, was the man’s rough hand on his cheek, cupping his face. He stared up at Rex, saw the man’s eyebrows practically threaded together in concentration, and let out a moan that resonated from the deepest part of his chest.
That looked to be the magic word, the crack in Rex’s dam, because his hips jerked irregularly and his mouth fell agape, body shuddering as he reached his release. His hips moved violently, with all the finality of punctuation at the end of a sentence.
For a long while, the only sound that filled the room was that of ragged breathing. Rex’s heartbeat thudded in his ears, and it felt like a Herculean task just to roll off of Jordan and lie on his back. The peaceful absence of conversation felt like the perfect blanket lying over both of them, weighted with just enough pressure to satisfy them both.
The last time he’d felt this good was nothing more than a distant memory in Rex’s mind, slippery each time he tried to recall it. Needless to say, it hadn’t compared to sex with Jordan. Despite how chaste and wholesome he acted, Rex had always been certain there was another side to him that would be able to keep up with his own libido. This had just confirmed every last one of his suspicions.
“I was thinking,” he said, turning to face Jordan. “You should come help me with this garage sale I have going on next week.”