I bite my bottom lip to hold back my laugh. So he’s a bossy bottom, huh? That’s kind of hot.
Honoring his request, I move my finger in and out of his tight heat, kneading his left butt-cheek with my free hand. I’ve done this before. I know how to find his prostate, that awesome spot that makes you feel tingles all the way into your toes, and when I press down on it, he mutters something incomprehensible, muscles clenching.
So I add a second finger, rubbing it across the rubbery gland, twisting and probing, loosening him up, making him ready for me.
And when he’s an incoherent mess beneath me, shoulders on the mattress now, hands digging in the sheets, he curses at me some more.
“I swear, Tyler. If you don’t get the fuck inside of me right the fuck now–”
After removing my fingers, I slap his ass on a chuckle, and he’s so far gone; he moans. “Then what?” I ask, rubbing the spot I just slapped, my free hand grabbing the lube once more.
“I don’t know. Justdoit. Fuck.” He presses his face into his pillow on a trembling grunt, and I take pity on him.
Dribbling lube on my erect cock, I spread his ass with my other hand. I add some more there, just to be sure, and line myself up after discarding the bottle. I rub my dick over his hole and hold my breath as I slowly, gently, ease the tip inside of him.
“You okay?” I ask, my own legs trembling. I push forward slowly–veryslowly–and fuck, the heat, the tightness as he gives way, it’s just too freaking unreal.
“Yes.Yes.Just, please…Please move.”He’s nearly begging now.
But before I can put another inch inside of him, the fucker gets way too impatient again and lifts his shoulders up, surging back on a loud groan, impaling himself on the rest of me in one go.
A curse rips free of my lips as I bottom out, my fingers tightening on his ass. I give a couple of experimental pumps, halting on my breath every time I get back inside. Jesus, this shit is amazing.
“Fucking hell, Jace,” I pant. “You feel fucking fantastic.”
“Yeah, shit yeah,” he says on a grunt when I draw back again. “Harder, please go harder. Come on, mister athlete, you can do worse than this.” His head is now slanted on his pillow, eyes at half-mast.
Oh holyfucking fuck.I bow forward and delve my tongue in his mouth, licking into it, needing to kiss him before ravaging him. He gives back as good as I give, and I lean back again, leaving him dazed, grabbing his ass firmly.
If this is what he wants…
“Will you–”
I plunge inside with force, and he lets out a grunt as I continue my assault on his body.
I don't have to be soft.
I don't have to hold myself back.
I’ve never had sex like this. This can’t compare to the delicacy and vulnerability of women. There’s absolutely nothing delicate about him, about this, and it’s fucking extraordinary.
So I let go.
Jace’s shoulders trembleas I withdraw, and tunnel right back in with force. His yell echoes off the walls of his room as I do it again, harder this time. And I do it again and again, going deeper, faster, more forceful everytime I thrust home.
I don’t care that our friends probably hear us. I don’t care that he has a stupid iron-framed bed and it squeaks like a hamster on steroids. And I don’t even care when one of his bed posts goesthroughhis thin wall, plaster crumbling down.
Jace doesn’t notice anything. He’s twitching and moaning, eyes rolled-back, gasping every time I dick him down. “Fuck Ty, I need…”
I know what he needs, because I need it as well.
I want to touch him,needto touch him, so I throw an arm over his chest and hoist him up, his back pressed against my front, and I surge up, pounding into him from a whole new angle, showing him exactly what an actualathletecan do.
He lets out whimper after whimper, one arm now wrapped around my neck and the other holds on to my ass.
I have a firm hold around his broad chest as he practically sits on my upper legs, as I fuck upwards, my free hand finding his enlarged dick, which according to the strain, is ready to explode.
We’re completely entwined. We can’t get any closer if I tried. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
