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Chapter Four: Devotion
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Still kissing me, I lead him to my bedroom and push him against my bed, making us both collapse under our weight. I lay on top of his lean hard body as it jerks beneath me in residual movement. I caress his stomach gently while he raises his hips and grinds his erection against mine. With a deep breath, I lower my face to his neck and begin to nibble. Junior moans and pulls me closer. Tracing the sturdy tendon along his throat, and down to the small hollow at the base of his throat, my lips and tongue taste him. Urgently, I pull off his shirt, baring his fit chest. Pinning his arms above his head, I lap gently at one nipple, ignoring the gasp of breath and sudden stillness of his body. My tongue glides across his smooth chest to the other tight nipple, rising and falling with his deep, heaving breaths then I slide my tongue across, then around the eager bead. I trace his ribcage down to the taut indrawn abdomen. He moans and pulls his hands free of mine, burying his fingers in my hair.
"Oh yes, Jeff. Please," he pants as I sit up and quickly pull off his jeans, and then underwear. His stomach clenches as I run my tongue in light circles around his navel, before tracing the faint line of hair further south. My hands grasp his slender thighs, spreading them with no resistance. He moans in pleasure as I begin to work on his quickly thickening cock. Junior writhes beneath my eager mouth as I roll his sack with my fingers, and sucking him off gently enough to make him moan. Beg for me, baby.
"Quit teasing me and get me off!" The last words were a growl as his hands tighten in my hair and he arches his back, thrusting his aching cock against my mouth. I groan and suck him harder as he screams. His scent fills my senses as I run my tongue along the veined shaft, sliding up and back down with a tight swirling sweep. He grips my hair as tight as he can and screams my name as his entire body shakes with the force of his orgasm. One last tiny kiss on the very tip of his subsiding cock, and I pull myself up to meet his lips. Hungrily, he kisses me, hugging me close to his body as if to pull me inside him.
I want to be inside him again. Around him. I will always be there for him. He needs only me. My life is complete, fulfilled in a way that no one else could match.
And tonight isn't over yet by a long shot.
"You want more, baby?" I ask as I run my fingers through his hair.
Junior licks his lips and looks up at me. "Fuck yeah, I do."
God, he's so fucking sexy.
I strip slowly in front of him, never leaving his gaze as I peel off clothing. His lust-filled eyes make me harder, beckoning me to fuck him blind.
Finally, I manage to get free of my clothing and quickly pounce on him. I sprawl over him, our hands and mouths rubbing, licking, biting, and squeezing. His eyes are closed, his breathing is shallow and rapid and his cock is pulsing.
"C'mon, Jeff," he groaned. "Get inside me."
Fuck, I love when he talks like that.
I reach into my bag beside the bed. Junior leans up on his elbows and watches me as I pull out some lube.
A grin crosses his handsome features as he takes the tube out my hands. "Let me," he purrs. He squeezes the slick stuff on to his fingers. "I want to put it on you," he says with a sexy grin.
Holy shit...
Junior leans over and I moan as I feel his warm hand smooth the cold lube over my burning cock. The slide of his hand up and down my shaft is almost unbearable, especially as he smears more around the head of my cock. He finishes and lies back down, opening his legs in invitation.
I know you want it, baby.
I gulp as I move near him, push his legs up slightly, guide the head of my cock against his tightly puckered hole, and push it in slowly. He grips the sheets tightly with a moan and I can feel his muscles clench around me, and then slowly loosen. As he relaxes, I push gently and slid in farther. Oh, fuck he feels so good. So fucking tight. I rock against his ass and hold his hips tightly.
"Oh god, Jeff. Don't stop," he moans as he wraps his legs around my hips, tightening them and pulling me deeper inside him. "Harder."
I begin to pant and moan as rock harder against him. I reach down with one hand and jerk his cock in rhythm. He yells my name in pleasure and arches his back, and I feel his body quake as he comes again, his seed splashing between our sweaty bodies. The pulsing of his hot ass is too much. Oh god, Junior. I pump him harder. Oh, I can feel it. I feel my own orgasm pulsate through my cock and I scream his name. Our mouths slam together in a rough frantic kiss as our bodies shudder. I collapse on top of him and stay there for a moment before sliding out of him and holding him closely.
"Jeff, that was amazing," he says quietly, his nose buried into my neck.
This is pure bliss.
"It was, wasn't it," I say as I stroke his hair.
"You mind if I stay over?"
I smile at him. "You'd better." I kiss him deeply then rub his back. His eyes are drooping as an adorable yawn escapes his lips. His eyes drift close as he snuggles into me closer.
I grin to myself and close my eyes.
So this is what love feels like.
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I like waking up next to him in the mornings. He always looks the same: angelic with his hair all ruffled and his body against mine.
But there he is now, leaning against his car and stealing glances with me as I'm standing near mine. I grin, lift my finger to my lips and send my tongue across it. He grins back and watches my lips.
I have him wrapped around my finger.
That doesn't matter because I'm wrapped around his too.
"Junior?" I hear Harvick say as he walks up to my boy. "Can we talk?"
"Talk about what?"
He sighs and rubs his eyes. Aww, does the poor baby know what's been going on these past few weeks? Oh well. It's not like we've been hiding it all that well.
Tough shit. He's mine now, Harvick.
He looks in my direction and glares then turns back to Junior. "Uh, it's kinda private."
Private?
Junior shrugs and nods. "Okay. We'll talk."
Turning on his heels, Harvick starts walking away. Junior turns in my direction, blows me a kiss and follows.
I watch him go with a grin and stare at his round little ass moving in his tight firesuit. God damn, he knows I'm watching him because he's milking his moves for all they're worth.
Fucking tease. Fucking mine.
Hmm...I wonder where they're heading off to. Only one way to find out. I shrug and follow them both discreetly.
They walk to the back of Harvick's garage stall and I see him look around to see if anyone is there. Oh, no one is here, Happy.
I crouch down behind a stack of tires to get a better look. And listen.
"What's this about, Kevin?" Junior asks, his voice full of annoyance and his arms crossed in that stance that I love.
Harvick sighs. "Is it true?"
Junior takes the innocent route. "Is what true?"
"You and Jeff."
"What about me and Jeff?"
"Goddamn it, Junior," Harvick says in frustration. His little talk is going nowhere. "Just tell me if you're screwing Jeff or not."
Junior licks his lips and smirks. "I'm not screwing him now if that's what you're asking."
"But, did you...ever?" Harvick asks. The tone of his voice drops as he already knows the answer.
Junior shrugs with a hint of a glare. "I could ask the same thing about you and Johnson."
Ooh, he played the card I dealt him. Geez, you tell one guy that you see his boyfriend making out with Jimmie Johnson, and he gets upset. I can't help but grin.
Harvick's eyes widen in shock. "W-What are you talking about?" He's genuinely stunned because, of course, he never was with Jimmie.
That's what makes it all more fun.
"Don't play with me, Kevin," Junior growls coldly. "Jeff told me about you and Johnson's make out sessions. Is that where you were when you were with your sister? You were playing tonsil hockey with that unibrowed freak?!"
"No! I was really with her!"
"Bullshit!"
"Get off your high horse, Dale! You're fucking Jeff Gordon behind my back!"
"You're damn right I am! And you know what? He's a hell of a lot better in the sack than you'll ever be!"
Wow...I'm impressed. I didn't think he had that in him.
Harvick's jaw drops and he looks like someone stabbed him through the heart with a rusty spear.
That would be me.
"How can you say that to me?" Harvick asks quietly, tears forming at his eyes.
Junior sighs and rubs his eyes. "Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
"No, you're not," his former boyfriend says, the tears flowing. "You're not sorry. You meant every word. You tell me nonchalantly that you're cheating on me and that he's better than me sexually and you expect me to think that you're sorry?"
"Kevin, don't play me, alright? Two wrongs don't make a fucking right. You think about that when you're with Johnson tonight." He goes to leave.
"No, you think about something, Dale," Harvick begins and Junior stops in his tracks. "We've been together for a year and three months. For a fucking year and three months, I gave you every part of me and I thought I received the same. Now I come to find out I gave my heart and my soul and my friendship to you for nothing. How could you think I'd ever cheat on you? I fucking loved you so much it hurt! I'd never cheat on the person I risked my fucking family and my fucking career to be with!" His tears are non-stop now and his voice is cracking heavily. "If you think that I'd cheat on you with anyone, then you obviously don't fucking know me like I thought you did. You may not give a shit about destroying someone's spirit, but mark my fucking words, Dale, you're gonna feel this pain I'm feeling right now. Now that I know that I've been the fool in this relationship, I no longer want to know you. We're through." He steps up into Junior's face with a hurt and angry expression. "Now, you fucking think about that!" He slaps him fiercely and stalks out.
Holy shit.
He's standing there, holding his cheek and staring at the ground. His forlorn expression makes me want to go out there and hold him and tell him it'll be okay, but I forget that I'm not supposed to be here.
It's okay, baby. You don't need him anyway.
You just need me.
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