Page 3 of All of Us

“Why are you acting so squirrelly?” He asked me while giving me a hard look.

“I’m not.” I tried to sound innocent and batted my eyes at him.

He tilted his head. “Your leg is bouncing like you are about to race out of here, and you won’t look me in the eyes. Are we okay?”

“Oh. Yes. We are great. Fine. Really, fine.”

“Alright.” He drew the word out, obviously not believing me, but he let it go.

Dusty was an amazing guy, and the story of how he ended up as Montgomery Wilson’s personal assistant is a wild one. It was impossible to ignore him with his dark hair, slim body, and a bubble butt that I wanted to sink my teeth into. He always had that rock-star vibe: black jeans, a black shirt, chains, or leather. It was hot and did all kinds of things to my libido.

I moved closer to Dusty, my hand on his thigh. He looked down at it.

“Feeling frisky tonight?” He asked deadpan.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I kissed him, enjoying his warm and soft lips. It didn’t take much for him to let my tongue explore. I loved kissing Dusty because it always felt like he was into it as much as I was. I shuddered as he moaned into my mouth, then wrapped his fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss. I took that as an invitation and climbed onto his lap, where I could really enjoy making out with him.

“I really like kissing you,” I said while my lips moved up and down his neck.

“Well, that’s good to hear since I really like kissing you, too.”

He pulled my mouth back to his, worked his hands under my shirt, and pulled it over my head. I enjoyed his palms on my chest, he pinched my nipples, and ran over my ribs and back. I knew how amazing it was to feel the hardness of a man in my hand and wondered what he thought when he touched me.

I helped him take off his shirt. Immediately, I went for his nipples. They were sensitive, and I sucked the barbell into my mouth and tugged with my teeth.

“Mngh. Fuck that feels good, Joe. Want to fool around?”

I appreciated that he asked before assuming. We had established that meant we would stroke each other to orgasm, but today I had a big surprise. I hoped he would let me have what I wanted. I never thought I would be a friends-with-benefits kind of person, but this was awesome.

“Yes. Yes, I most certainly want to fool around.” I smiled at him, then bit my lower lip.

He groaned, then, using my hair, he roughly pulled my mouth back to his.

Chapter two

DUSTY

Joe was on my lap, kissing me, which was the perfect end to a long day. Being with Joe was fun. We could kiss endlessly if he wanted, but the addition of orgasms made it even better. We’d jerked each other off several times, and it felt good, and the best part was that it never got weird.

His tongue moved against mine, and the heat went directly to my groin. Joe was inexperienced, but he had a natural talent, which was apparent because I was exceedingly hard. When I moved under him, he made little moans in my mouth, which I greedily accepted.

I needed air, so I broke our kiss.

“You are so much fun to kiss,” I said, my lips still against his. When his mouth curved into a smile, I mirrored him, unable to help myself.

“I want to do something that is a lot more fun.” He announced.

Climbing off my lap, he unzipped my jeans, pulled out my stiff cock, then rubbed his thumb along the sensitive V at the head. My entire body shivered at his touch. Feeling his hands on me made me want to do the same, my fingers rubbed against his straining erection through his jeans—for a slim guy, he was packing way more than average. The first time I had touched him, it felt gigantic, and my body ached to feel him in my mouth and ass. After a few months, we hadn’t done much more than touch each other, but I liked that plenty, and I didn’t want to push him. Joe wasn’t shy, and I knew he would ultimately take what he wanted.

“This is a lot of fun? You have a better idea?” I asked between kisses, his teeth found the barbells in my nipples again. He had learned quickly what to do to make me crazy. His teeth tugged, and I groaned. My head spun with the sensation.

“Jesus, that feels good.”

“Yeah? Let me show you something that feels better.”

As soon as he slid off my knees, he tugged off my pants and underwear, which left me sitting in front of him completely naked. He was on his knees in front of me, and he gave me a smirk and looked up at me from under his long lashes. I anticipated that he would remove his jeans and climb back on my lap. Instead, he moved between my legs, which was a surprise, but when he pushed my knees apart, I had to scoot forward, and my heart beat harder.

“That’s better, I can get to what I want now.”