It took a few thrusts before my ass started to feel as if it was no longer on fire. Jack was definitely no slouch in the cock department. The man filled every inch of my ass every time he thrust into me.
He drove into me as if he was desperate to have my ass wrapped around his cock. His movements were uncoordinated. He teeth were gritted. His fingers dug into my skin, no doubt leaving bruises behind.
It was glorious.
"Harder, Jack," I begged. "Fuck me harder."
Jack growled as he swung me around and dropped me down onto the bed. His arms curled under my legs, pulling my ass up until I was almost bent in half.
Jack's gaze dropped to where we were connected. His eyes darkened as he drove his cock into me over and over again. If the thickening of his cock was anything to go by, Jack liked what he was seeing.
I know I certainly was. My cock was so hard, I was afraid it might shatter if I touched it, but I didn't really need to touch it. I could feel myself barreling toward my orgasm like a runaway freight train without brakes.
I cried out as I crested, my head pressing back into the mattress. The cum that shot out of my cock and splattered across my abdomen was squished between us as Jack leaned over me, pressing me back into the mattress.
His teeth bit into my neck as his roar echoed around the room. I felt the warmth as Jack filled the condom with his release. His cock continued to throb and jerk inside of me for several moments.
Jack didn't move. Just stayed right where he was for the longest time. Eventually, he lifted his head to look down at me. There was an almost imperceptible note of pleading in his face, but his dark eyes were hungry and lustful.
"I'm not gay."
The corner of my mouth pulled up into a slight grin as I patted Jack's sweaty back. "Okay, Jack."
Chapter Five
Jack was gone when I woke, but I expected nothing less. I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt a little, because it did. Still, I had been surprised he'd stuck around as long as he had. His side of the bed was still warm.
I had no choice but to take another shower. I had cum glued to my abdomen, and I didn't even want to think about how sore my ass was. If Jack planned on fucking me again—and I was certainly hoping he did—then he needed to learn about foreplay and stretching.
I'd be happy to teach him.
After taking a quick shower, I wrapped another towel around my hips and walked out of my room. I needed to get those clothes from Ian because I wasn't about to put my old clothes back on.
I walked down the hallway and knocked on Ian's door. When he didn't answer, I walked downstairs. As soon as I reached the bottom, I heard voices coming from the kitchen. I followed that sound until I stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room.
"Hey, you got something I can change into?" I asked the question of Ian, but my eyes were on Jack.
The man didn't even acknowledge I was there. He wouldn't even look up at me. He just continued to sit there at the table, drinking his coffee.
Whatever.
"Go raid my dresser, but be quick," Ian said. "Breakfast is about ready."
Hank chuckled. "Nice outfit."
I glanced down at the towel I had wrapped around my waist. "Yeah, you think so? It's all the rage at MIT."
Hank's chuckle grew louder. "I'll bet."
Okay, now Jack was looking at me, and there was so much intensity in his gaze, he could have burned a hole right through me.
"What do you think, Jack?" I asked because I was a perverse bastard. "Do you like my outfit?"
Jack stood up, walked to the sink, and rinsed out his coffee cup before setting it on the dish drainer. His expression was a mask of stone as he walked by me, not saying a word.
Oh well, I guess I couldn't win them all.
"I should be about ten or fifteen minutes," I told Ian. "Is that quick enough?"
