Page 33 of Bonus Game
Jake knew he was about to give him a bratty reply, so it was a win for both of them when he kissed Allen again, his tongue exploring with unhurried strokes, coaxing Allen’s own tongue to meet him in a slow, wet dance.
Without breaking the kiss, Jake began to move, guiding Allen backward step by step. The arm around his waist tightened,steering him toward the bed carefully until Jake got impatient and lifted him into the air.
Allen gasped and clung to him, out of breath from the kiss but loving every second as he was carried to the bed and gently eased onto the soft surface. He thought he would hate the fact that Jake could move him so easily, but the confident way that Jake controlled him when he did it was starting to become a huge turn-on.
Jake lowered over him, still kissing—still moaning, not once separating, letting space come between them. He shifted his weight, one knee pressing between Allen’s legs as he hovered above, continuing the kiss with languid intensity. He licked into Allen’s mouth, nipping at his lip, then soothing it with another deep press of tongues.
Damn, he was really good at this. Allen had never been into kissing, but again, Jake was swiftly changing his perspective.
Allen let his hands roam up Jake’s back, pulling him closer, while Jake's fingers trailed down Allen's sides, tickling him until he had to pull away so he could laugh and remember what oxygen tasted like.
“Lube should be under the pillow,” Allen said, panting. “Condoms, too. Are you clean?”
Fuck, he should have had this conversation before they jumped into sex. Way to kill the mood.
“I get tested every year,” said Jake. “I’ve been clean for two years…since my last girlfriend.”
Christ. Okay, so Jake hadn’t done this in a while. Allen hadn’t either, but it was a good thing they were having this talk now because they both had to be sure.
“I’m clean, too,” said Allen. “And I trust you, so I’ll leave it up to you whether you want to use a condom or not, but I’m good with whatever you choose.”
Jake’s thigh hitched higher, and Allen had to shut his eyes when the feeling of warm muscles pressing into his cock took his breath away.
“Don’t want to use one,” said Jake, his voice rough with arousal. “I want to come inside you, Allen. I promise I’ll clean up the mess?—”
Allen tilted his head back and laughed because Jake was just too damn cute. “Alright,” he said, still chuckling as he blinked his eyes open. “I’ll hold you to that, Valero.”
Jake nodded eagerly and grabbed Allen’s hips. Before he could react, Jake flipped him onto his stomach and pulled him up onto his knees.
Stomach fluttering, Allen bit down on his lip and held his breath, surprised when he had to fight to keep himself from coming. He squeezed his legs together, glowering at the sheet Jake had thoughtfully laid down for them as he struggled to regain his control.
The rough handling had awakened something he hadn’t known he liked, and the mix of excitement and embarrassment left his skin warm and prickling.
Jake’s massive form loomed behind him, and Allen flinched when a calloused hand suddenly gripped his ass, squeezing appreciatively before moving lower.
“You were prepping in the bathroom, right?” Jake asked, his voice sounding more wrung out than Allen currently felt. “You’re going to need more, sorry.”
Allen rolled his eyes, shoving his hand under the pillow to retrieve his lube so he could pass it to Jake. All men said the same thing when it got to this point because their dicks looked bigger when they were matched to his tiny frame. But Allen was a size queen to his fucking core, and he hadn’t yet met a dick that he couldn’t take like a champ.
“You do whatever you think you need to do,” Allen said, keeping his tone flirty. “But don’t take too long, or I’ll throw you down and mount you. I’m not a patient person.”
His threat had Jake moaning again, and Allen felt a thrill rush through his body.
Fuck, he was going to have so much fun with Jake once he got through the awkward first times of showing him what to do. The confidence had thrown Allen off, but he knew Jake had never had sex with a guy before.
Baby steps.
“Use lots of lube, and only one finger at—Ah!”
Allen lurched forward, bunching the sheets in his fists as something too hot to be a finger pressed inside him. His body tensed, a startled gasp escaping him before he could stop it.
He’d been expecting the cool slide of lube-slicked digit, maybe a gentle probe to ease him open, but this... this was Jake's tongue, warm, wet, and pushing past the tight ring of his hole with a determined amount of pressure.
Shock hit Allen like a wave, his eyes flying wide as heat burned where Jake’s mouth met his skin. Jake lapped slowly at the sensitive walls inside, swirling in deliberate circles that made his thighs quiver. A low groan rumbled from Jake’s throat, vibrating through Allen’s soul and sending sparks up his spine.
God, the way he sounded—like Jake loved fucking his tongue into his hole as deep as he could reach—it was almost too much.
Eating ass was not a rookie act, and Allen couldn’t understand why a man who had barely kissed another man before would dive into it with such obvious and loud enjoyment. It was like Jake was possessed as his tongue traced lazy patterns around his rim, dipping in again to thrust shallowly, mixing his saliva with the lube he'd slathered on earlier, his moans overshadowing Allen’s gasping, wrecked ones.
