“Yes,” he said, voice pleading. “In me,” he said, equal parts demanding and begging as he pushed back to take things faster.
I entered him slowly for both of our sakes. My overly ready cock was overwhelmed by his heat and tight squeezing, causing me to halt my breath a moment, and focus on not coming myself before I wrecked Jack.
He was still nodding into the pillow, and said something I couldn’t understand, but his hips made to move back, and I stilled them with my hands, reminding him who was in charge here.
Who hewantedto be in charge.
My hands in control against his hips got an instant reaction of pleasured groans mixed with needy ones. Those damn sexy sounds were killing me. Vocal, responsive lovers just fucking did it for me in a way nothing else did, or even came close. Jack certainly wasn’t a quiet or a passive lover. It is clear he wanted me to dominate him, not just top, and that was an itch I had been carrying for so long I was eager to scratch it.
Maybe too eager, if my hard as nails dick didn’t rein itself in just a bit.
“What do you want?” I breathed, not letting either of us move. I still wanted him to ask for it, beg a little, maybe.
“Fuck me,” he gasped, “move goddamn it.”
I started moving in and out of him, slowly then catching a more forceful rhythmand my vision dimmed at the edges immediately from the roll of pleasure. I was playing with fire, but I was going to make him come first, no matter how close I was. I had a hand at his hip and one in his hair as he eagerly followed the pace I set.
“Fuck Jack, so good,” I said, more than a bit breathless as I rolled my hips into him. My breathing was ragged, as I fought for control of myself. Jack was so damned warm and tight – like next-level velvet-lined luxury ass.
Five stars. Will fuck again.
I slammed into him, with his head in the pillow and his hands began gripping the sheets frantically. I bent over him to still myself, and kissed his back. I slammed back into him, avoiding his prostate the best I could, but delivering what we both wanted until the clutching became pronounced, and the mindless words from his mouth are unintelligible, except an occasional “fuck” or “please.”
I was experienced enough to know that great sex is way more than hard pounding and stiff cocks — this isn’t some Sean Cody porn. But, Iwasalso experienced enough and tuned into Jack enough to be able to tell this is exactly what he wantedout of our first encounter.
Hewasgoing to feel me in the morning, and that knowledge only made me want it more. He was still just as tight and hot around me as when I had first entered him, and I wanted to draw out our pleasure as long as possible.
But, Iwastoo damned close for much play, and I could feel the warmth at the base of my back, signaling Iwasclose to the edge myself. I loved this game, trying to push pleasure to another person without losing yourself. So, I adjusted the angle of my hips, my dick on a quest forhis prostate, I slowly slid in, my eyes rolling all the fucking way back as Jack hissedand his hips trembled in my hands.
“There,” he panted. Then, “Oh,Jesus fuck,” when I slid in slower again and again. I didit again, one more time, and then he started to shake. His hands made a movement to still my hips, to try to gain purchase, to put me where his body was begging me to go, but he didn’t.
I made a noise of satisfaction when he dropped his hand from trying to control anything, and then I started a deep and relentless pace.
“I’m . . . Perrin . . . I’m gonna . . .so close. . .”
I pulled out immediately from him, and he made a desperate sound of frustration and loss. “No, Perrin, please, God, no, don’t . . .what do you . . . ” He whimpered, with a slightly panicked and strangled sound.
I had an arm around him, waist and chest again, hauling him up against me as I sank back on my ankles and my straining erection was pressed, throbbing with the need to be back in him, into the seam of his ass.
“Sussshhhh, sweetheart. Feel how hard you make me?” I asked into his ear.
He nodded, still whimpering, hips shaking. His breathing was erratic and panting.
“Good,” I praised. “You want me to make you come, Jack?” I asked, lining up, waiting for him to agree,and teasing his hole with the tip of my cock rubbing against it and around it. “You need that, baby?”
He wanted to push back again, but I wouldn’t let him, and he knew it.
“Needto, please, oh, fuck, mmmmm, yes,” he managed, teeth raking over his lips, and then he licked his lips as he struggled again to form the words.
Thatwas a tell I knew I wouldlove to see over and over.
“Good, baby, so good,” I said with a nibble to his ear. “But, don’t tell me when you are going to come again, Jack. You will come when I tell you,” I warned.
He nodded quickly and moaned at my words - his cock was leaking and jumping at them too. I lined up and entered him hard, bringing a hand from around his waist to his cock. He wanted to buck against me, like he was expecting a hard fuck to the end, but I wrapped strong fingers at the base of his shaft.
“Jesusfuck, Perrin,” he gasped, realizing what I was doing.
I pressed the other hand between his shoulder blades, putting his face back into the pillows, and relishing how his dick throbbed in my hand, begging to be stroked and not clamped down by my fingers like a cock ring.
