I adjusted my angle again and pushed hard this time into his prostate;asuccessful completion of my dick’s quest. My reward wasa moan so intense that it almost pushedme over the edge.Jack’s noises were raw and full of desire.
He was begging now, but I didn’t relent. He was leaking now, steadily, and I want more, enough to jack him running down his cock before I didit.
I pushed in and out twice more, quickly, before using all of his sticky precometo finally stroke his length, as I moved my hips in short, direct hits right to his gland in time with my hand. I took him from behind, and drove him into my fist in front, trying to fire all his pleasure cylinders at once.
His moans were garbled and incoherent, with his body shuttering beneathmine trying to hold off his orgasm.
“Come for me now, sweetheart,” I called out,caught in the beginnings of my own orgasm. It’s the damn sounds from his mouth - I could probably come from that alone. They were beautiful, mindless begging sounds, sounds of how good I make him feel, and my name.
Jesus, the way he saidmy name.
My eyes wanted to stab the ceiling as my climax crashed over me, jolting me with electric sparks against my sweaty skin. I didn’t know the last time I came that hard. Itastounded me with its intensity, forcing shutter after shutter from my entire body as I tried to ride it out the best I could.
At the same time, Jack was coming undone beneath me. He screamed into the pillow, and I could feel the sustained release of him against my hand, powerful waves of his orgasm ripping through him. I kept moving in him, coaxing his dick to give me more, until the cum, the throbbing, and the whimpers all subsided. I kept up the pace, fucking us both all the way to the aftershocks and after. Jackwastrembling, and so was I, so drained I collapsed beside him although I didn’t want to pull out of him even then.
His only move was to untuck his feet from under him. We laid there for a stretch of time Icannot begin to even guess at, before Ifeltenough controlto talk to him or attempt to form words. Sex with Jack blew my damn mind, and I seriously needed a minute. Five years abroad, and this guy from Colorado handedme the best sex of my life on a damned silver platter.
The silence stretched out to the point I was scared I hurt him. He looked as boneless as I felt.
“Jack?” I asked. He didn’t answer.
“Jack,” I said, again, raising up on my elbows. I could see him hold up a finger as if to signal I needed to give him a minute.
He managed to turn to lay on his back, although I could see it took effort. His limbs moved like someone who had just regained use after anesthesia, all floppy and not wanting to go where he placed them.
“Need . . . minute,” he mumbled, and I couldn’t tell from his voice what was going onwithhim. Usually Jack’s voice contained everything I needed to know.
“Did I - did I hurt you?” I asked, my voice breaking at the thought I might have done and my mind reeling at the idea that I had come so close to losing myself in him that I even had to ask the question.
“No, Perrin,” he whispered, his hand searching contact with mine, so I took it and intertwined our fingers, something that felt even more intimate given what had just happened. I kissed the back of his hand and held it, gazing at the beautiful look of fucked-out Jack lying beside me.
“I just need a minute to let the world knit itself back together,” he said.
Jack
I was telling the truth when I told Perrin that what I always wanted after a hard day of skiing was rough sex. With me on the receiving end. Specifically, I wanted to be pushed down, and fucked to oblivion with my face shoved into a pillow.
But, this was the first time it ever actually happened. And, well, my fantasies on their goddamned best day couldn’t keep up with the reality that was Perrin Thayer.
Sometimes, my siblings would all go out to a bar or club instead of Quinn’s or the Inn after a day with part of the mountain to ourselves, and I would leave with someone for satisfying enough sex from a physical pleasure standpoint, but missing something in the sense it wasn’t what and how I wanted to be doing it. Or who, really. There was getting off, and then there was getting off the way you wanted to get off with a person you wanted to get off with.
Sometimes, I would just go home alone. Usually, I was the biggest guyat any club we might go to, so getting thrown around by anyone was not likely, and that’s all I could get in the mood for, so I just left. Sometimes I settled for getting off, although I wasn’t getting off the way I wanted and it never felt right.
But tonight, my body practically sang with completeness. Maybe not for him, a hot guy with a jet-setting lifestyle, but that sex was hot as shit for me. Normally, thinking about sex like this would have me back ready to go, contemplating round two, but I was drained. Completely empty, but onlyphysically. Everything else about me seemed full.
Honestly, I never understood when people talked about seeing starsduringtheir orgasm. Nothing like that ever occurred when I came. But tonight? Fuck, tonight wasn’t stars, it was a damn kaleidoscope of color exploding and ripping my bones out of my body. The worldwaskitting back together - knitting itself back into order after being blown apart - myself included in that. My whole body was knitted back into its skin, a stitch at a time. Slowly, I felt myself slip back into awareness of the world around me, grounded mostly by the feel of Perrin next to me. He was still breathing hard as well, but he had my hand against his chest.
“Perrin?” I asked, finally.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you ok?” His voice sounded concerned and heavy.
“That was,” I ran my tongue over my lip to find the words. “That was - I mean, maybe it’s always like that for you, but - I -.”
Suddenly a soft beard was on my face, and sweet light kisses were on my lips.
“You are fucking gorgeous in bed, Jack. And that was hot as shit,” he said with a laugh, before collapsing down again. “Definitely not always like that for me. I may not be able to come again for a week.”
I laughed, and began to actually feel like my arms and legs were connected again. I started to feel the exhaustion from the afternoon skiing, the apes ski hot tub and food and liquor at Quinn’s and the mind-blowing sex that had just happened.
