When his body relaxed again and the need to come wasn’t so urgent, I returned to my tasks without warning, my fingers and mouth resuming their attack. Again, I played with his body until he was right on the edge, muscles quivering with tension, andagainI denied him, pulling away seconds before he found relief.
He was panting, sweating, his eyes glassy with tears of pleasure and frustration.
“Devil,” he panted like an insult.
“Rabbit.”
I did it again, and this time when I stopped before he could climax, he was trembling all over, making the sounds of something wounded. “Fucking fuck!” he cried out. “Please.” Sweet surrender. “Please, p-please,pleasemake me come. Please d-don’t tease me anymore.”
“Good boy.” I took him to the back of my throat and slipped four fingers into his hole, the extra stretch making him cry out again. This time when I felt him tense with the need to release Ididn’t stop him, letting him coat my mouth and throat with his cum, swallowing down my reward greedily.
Pulling off, I took a moment to appreciate the blissed-out expression on his face. Wet strands of his hair clung to his sweaty face, but he didn’t move them, because his hands were still where I’d put them.
I shuffled off the bed to locate the box of condoms, which had tumbled to the floor during our activities, then I was on my knees between Jonah’s still-parted thighs.
He was a vision. Skin flushed and damp from sex. Naked apart from my jacket. His chest still heaved as he caught his breath. His relaxed cock still wet with my spit. His hole stretched and glistening with lube. Beautiful.
I’d let him recover before we continued, his hands still on the headboard telling me he wanted to, except when I put the condoms on the bed beside him he frowned at them.
“Do we need to use those?” he asked me.
“I always do,” I told him, and his expression soured into a glare before I continued. “But we don’t have to.”
“Really? You’ve never fucked anyone without one?”
How did I answer that without revealing too much? “Whenever I’ve chosen to fuck someone before, I’ve worn one.”
“So I’ll be your first at something, then.” He smiled, and like a knife twisting in my chest, I wished he could have been.
“I’ll get tested, and when we’re all clear, we can go without them,” I told him instead of acknowledging his words. Guilt that I kept chained in the depths of me seeped to the surface.
Jonah pouted, brow furrowing. Rather than let him dwell on my words, I opted for distracting him. “Want to feel my cum filling you up, baby? Want me to mark your insides with it?”
It worked. Jonah inhaled sharply, his spent cock twitching against his thigh, and I decided to see just how many orgasms hewas capable of in one night. “Turn around, Rabbit. Present that pretty ass to me and show me what’s mine.”
Jonah bit his lip, but he did as I asked, turning on shaky thighs. It was a little awkward as he was determined to keep his hands in place. He didn’t need to; he’d get what he wanted either way, but I didn’t tell him that.
I reached for the condoms, already eager for the day soon when I could take him without one, to feel him and only him. It wasn’t like I even slept around that much. I didn’t have concerns that I had anything I could give him, but I wouldn’t risk him. I’d promised my rabbit I would never hurt him again, and I intended to keep that promise.
His hole was still stretched, still shiny with lube, but I added more over the condom. His cock hung heavy between pale thighs, half hard, and I used the excess lube on my hand to stroke him, feeling him plump up for me again until he was a mewling mess—hands still on the headboard, face buried in my pillow, and ass raised and presented to me.
I didn’t wait any longer, lining myself up and pressing completely into his heat in one thrust. His body welcomed me, tight and warm and perfect. I didn’t give him any time to adjust, my hips pulling out to slam back in like an attack, with a passion so much sweeter than violence.
My thumbs spread his cheeks, smoothing over that pretty mark I’d left behind in the shower, so I could watch where we were joined as my cock pistoned in and out of him. “Fuck you’re beautiful. Your ass is swallowing my cock so perfectly, baby.”
Jonah seemed incapable of stringing words together to respond, his voice muffled and hoarse as he practically screamed into the pillow with every thrust. Harder and faster, until his hands made the headboard slam against the wall every time I drove into him.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
An increasing tempo as I gave him everything I had left. Harder. Faster. Until the room was filled with the sounds of the bed against the wall, Jonah’s cries, my grunts, and the slick, sharp sound of our skin slapping together.
Jonah convulsed around me, his body giving out as he came a third time, and my hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise stopped him from collapsing into the puddle of his cum until I groaned, releasing deep inside him.
I fell onto him, but he didn’t seem to mind, turning his head to the side to find me, and I pressed a firm kiss to his sweaty temple.
“You’re heavy,” he panted.
“Want me to get off you?”
