I slipped my finger inside him, easing it forward slowly and enjoying the way it made his brow furrow. I teased him with my tongue much the same way he’d done to me, earning myself a frustrated growl between clenched teeth. Every time John-Francis rolled his hips, trying to get his cock fully into my mouth, I backedaway. The headboard creaked as he pulled against it, desperate to free himself from my torment.
“C’mon!”he eventually groaned, cheeks flushed. “I’m goin’ feckin’ crazy, aye.”
It was true. He was hard as nails, cock pulsing hungrily every time I drove my finger inside him. With little warning, I enveloped just the tip and sucked on him. He tasted salty, the bitterness of precum coating my tongue as I licked it away.
John-Francis’s thighs were tense, quivering slightly against my shoulders. His breaths were ragged and shallow as I held back from giving himquiteenough to be satisfying. I’d gotten so caught up in my little game that I didn’t hear the loud crack until it was too late.
“Ah, shite—” I just about managed to gasp before John-Francis was up, grabbing hold of me by the harness and slamming me down onto the bed beneath him. It was rough, almost knocking the air from my lungs and yet I was alive with excitement.
The spindle from the headboard lay splintered on top of the pillows. Clearly it hadn’t been built with structural integrity in mind. Rookie mistake. John-Francis’s hands were still bound in the cuffs and yet he expertly manhandled me, pinning me down with his knees.
The low chuckle that rumbled through his chest got my heart racing. “Y’in trouble now.”
I felt the bed jostle as John-Francis snatched up the lube, clumsily flipping the cap. It went everywhere, but I wasn’t in a position to be complaining. Without a word, I felt John-Francis’s cock pressing against my hole and I buried my face into the sheets, biting down on the duvet a little as he slowly penetrated me. Other than a bit of teasing, I hadn’t been prepped ahead of this, and it burnt, but in the best way. I stilled, realising a moment too late that John-Francis’s cock was bare. I was hit by a startling mixture of shock and elation. It was risky and I knew we shouldn’t – whilst I was painfully attracted to John-Francis, I barely knew him. Was he clean? How many other fellas had he barebacked? Thoughts whizzed around my head, but as John-Francis steadily sunk his cock into me, I couldn’t find my voice.
“Jaysus feck,” John-Francis groaned at my back, pressing his hands against my back, holding me down. “That’s incredible, like. Ya’d ever done it bare before?”
I shuddered, shaking my head.
“Nah, me either, now,” he huffed.
In an instant my concerns were quashed. Sure, he could have been lying to me, but I knew he wasn’t. He’d been keeping himself safe, flying under the radar his whole life from what I’d worked out about him. He may have lived a risky lifestyle outside of the bedroom, but I truly believed this was the first time he’d ever trusted anyone enough to remove both the emotional barrier and the physical one.
After allowing me only a moment to acclimatise, John-Francis began steadily thrusting into me and I groaned into the bed sheets. It hurt, but in a way that I could swiftly become addicted to. Hell, I was sure I was already on my way.
There was no holding back, no waiting around, no teasing. Both of us had well and truly had all we could take. Soon enough, John-Francis was pounding into me, his skin slapping against mine and breathy moans coming with every pass. With his weight still pressing down on me, my cock ground into the mattress. It felt incredible, but it wasn’t going to be enough.
“Let me up,” I gasped, pushing back against John-Francis.
“Nah.”
“Feckin’— C’mon! Y’know this ain’t enough f’me,” I growled, my voice shaking.
“Ah, is it not, now?” John-Francis teased, not slowing his movements for even a second. “Wee shame, eh?”
He was getting his own back, just as promised and despite my frustrations, I laughed breathlessly.
“Y’feckin’ arsehole. Ya made y’point!”
“Mm, don’t think I have just yet, like,” he purred. “Y’gonna hold yourself still, let me come in ya, then I’ll let ya sort yourself out, aye?”
I couldn’t bring myself to reply outside of a hoarse moan as my hands gripped the sheets until my knuckles turned white. I was helpless but to lay there, being torturously edged, whilst John-Francis drove his pleasure forward.
“Feckin’ hell,”he hissed between his teeth, thrusts growing steadily faster and rougher. “Y’so feckin’ tight, it’s just—” He finished his sentence off with a moan.
I could tell by the way his breathing grew heavy, arms shaking as he continued to hold me down, that he was close now. Just thinking about him releasing inside me, flooding me with cum had my cock throbbing. I needed this to be over. I needed to come.
“Y’gonna give me y’cum?” I asked. “Fill me up, like?”
The ragged moan that came in response would be seared into my mind forever. He was almost there.
“C’mon,” I groaned. “Give it ta me.”
“Ronan, Jaysus…”
John-Francis stilled, his whole body tensing up and quivering as he came. I could feel his cock, pulsing and jerking inside me and my own ached in response. Taking advantage of John-Francis being out of his mind, I somehow summoned the strength to push myself up on shaking arms. With his cock still inside me, I managed to get up onto my knees, bending forward until my chest was against the bed. My hand flew to my cock like a magnet and I gripped it, fisting it furiously. It wasn’t going to take much, that I was sure of.
I was teetering on a knife edge, orgasm building… and yet I faltered as I felt John-Francis start to lazily rock his hips back and forth, his hand smoothing over my arse. It was just the push I needed.
