I start with small thrusts, getting used to the sensations. Drew’s hot inside, tight, and sparks shoot up my spine. But it’s the sounds he makes that really get to me—these deep, guttural groans that tell me how much he’s loving it.
“Harder,” he demands, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “Come on, Jacky. I know you’ve got more in you than that.”
Something snaps inside me. All the careful control I’ve been maintaining vanishes, replaced by pure want. I grip his hips, fucking into him with all the strength I have in my quarterback body.
“Yes!” Drew shouts, his hands fisting in the sheets. “Just like that. Fuck me like you mean it.”
I do. I fuck him the way I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw him. Our bodies collide with wet, rhythmic smacks that echo off the walls, my grunts deepening each time Drew’s ass meets my hips, his breathless “uh-uh-uh, ah-ah-ah” that seems to be his signature noise, rising in pitch with every thrust.
Drew’s whole body shudders. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”
I don’t. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m lost in it now. My hips piston forward repeatedly, driving deeper and harder, chasing his pleasure as much as my own.
“Touch yourself,” I manage to gasp out.
Drew doesn’t need to be told twice. One hand disappears beneath him, and the change in his breathing tells me exactly what he’s doing. The sight of him stroking himself while I fuck him is almost too much.
“Fuck, Jackson,” Drew gasps, his voice wrecked. “You’re—Jesus Christ—you’re so strong.”
Iamstrong. All those years of football training, of building muscle for protection and power, and now, I’m using it to take Drew apart. My thighs burn with the effort, but I don’t slow down.
“Your cock,” Drew gasps, his words slurring together. “So big, so fucking hard. You’re making my eyes cross, Jacky. Can’t—can’t think straight.”
Pride swells in my chest alongside the building pleasure. I’ve reduced Drew Larney to incoherent rambling.Me.The guy who didn’t know what he was doing a month ago. Now I’m fucking him so good he can’t form complete sentences.
I lean forward, changing the angle and pinning him into the bed, and Drew shrieks. Actually shrieks. I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then.
“There,” he pants. “Right fucking there.”
Every nerve in my body is focused on this moment, on the slide of my cock in and out of his perfect ass, on the way his body shakes with each thrust. Sweat drips down my chest, pooling at the base of his spine. The room smells like sex and us, and it’s intoxicating.
Drew’s hand speeds up on his cock, and I can tell he’s close. His breathing has gone ragged, punctuated by these high, desperate whines that have my balls drawing up tight. I watch, mesmerized, as his back bows, muscles rippling under sweat-slicked skin.
“Jackson,” he moans, and it’s a warning and a plea all at once as he switches to jerking off with both hands.
That’s when I see it—his feet lifting off the bed, toes curling tight, until the only parts of him that are on the bed are his face and knees. The sight is weirdly erotic, this involuntary response to pleasure, and I file it away in my growing catalog ofThings That Turn Me On About Drew Larney.
His back arches impossibly further, and then he comes with a yell.
I hear the splat of his cum hitting the sheets, a thick and heavy rapid-fire ofpat-pat-pat. The sound alone nearly finishes me, but it’s the way his hole clenches around my cock that pushes me over.
“Drew,” I gasp, my hips stuttering. “I’m coming!”
“Yes,” he hisses, still shaking through his orgasm. “Come in me, Jacky. Fill me up.”
The condom is the only thing between us, but the thought of coming inside him sends me spiraling. I thrust deep one last time and hold there, my cock pulsing as I empty myself. Wave after wave crashes over me, and I’m dimly aware that I have Drew’s name on repeat.
When I finally finish, Drew has collapsed onto his stomach, and I’m draped over his back.
“Holy fuck,” Drew mumbles into the pillow. “I think you broke me.”
I carefully pull out, and he hisses at the sensation. I press an apologetic kiss to his shoulder. “You okay?”
“More than okay.” He turns his head, and his expression is soft and vulnerable. “Jackson Monroe, where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?”
Heat floods my face, but I can’t help the proud grin that spreads across it. “Had a good teacher.”
“Bullshit.” He rolls onto his back, wincing slightly. “That was all you. The power, the control…” He shakes his head, dazed. “You made me see rainbows. Literally. I think I even blacked out for a second when I came.”
