“Feck,” he cried, a real desperation in his voice now. “Right there, Jaysus!”
It was mind-blowing how four words could catapult my desire to new heights. I groaned, though it was more akin to a growl, and pounded into him harder and faster still.
“Y’like that?” I leant in closer, bringing my mouth to his ear and delighting in the roughness of his stubble as it grated against my own. “Y’gonna come f’me, pretty boy? Come wi’ me cock in y’arse an’ give me a show, aye?”
Ronan shuddered violently beneath me. Before I’d had a chance to think, he shoved me roughly, pushing me away from him and quick as a flash, I felt his hand around my throat.
“I’ll give ya a feckin’ wee show alright,” he snarled at me, darting forward to sink his teeth into my lip. The pain and surprise distracted me, a lewd moan slipping free as Ronan overpowered me. My back hit the mattress, knocking the wind from me a little. I was dazed, confused… but when Ronan sat up, steadying himself with a hand against the wall behind the headboard I realised what he meant to do. He was perched on top of me, my cock still inside him. When he took his weight in his thighs and steadily began to bounce up and down… I nearly lost it.
“F-feck,”I moaned, teeth clenched and bared. “That’s it, feckin’hell, that’s so good!”
Ronan was completely in charge of the pace, the depth, the rhythm… It was the definition of topping from the bottom, something I’d never experienced before, but I knew from that moment I’d forever be chasing it. I was pinned beneath him, helpless but to let him fuck me the way he wanted to and when Ronan set about deep, long strokes I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.
“Feck, that’s gonna finish me off, like,” I spluttered, unable to tear my eyes from Ronan’s. “It’s too good. Too God damn good!”
“Come in me,” he groaned, breathless from the exertion. “Y’gonna give it ta me? Fill me up, like?”
“Ronan, feck, I—” I trailed off, climax building at the base of my shaft. There was no holding this back, not with the way Ronan was driving my cock back and forth, unrelenting.
“Ronan, I…?” he asked, teasing me, mocking me with a playful smirk. My body began to tremble. “Go on, say what y’need ta, like. What was it? Ronan, I can’t take any more? Ronan, I’m gonna feckin’ come? Ronan, I—”
I tensed up, thighs quaking. I screwed my eyes shut and with a desperate moan, I let go.
“Feck! Ronan, I feckin’ love ya!”
The orgasm seemed to last a lifetime. I’d never come so hard in my whole life. I could barely breathe, barely think, as my body emptied itself into Ronan’s. My cock jerked and pulsed endlessly. Even the cramp in my foot wasn’t enough to distract me from this. The pleasure was all-consuming, fucking maddening… It was everything.
Ronan mercifully slowed his movements, though he continued to languidly roll his hips up and down as he pulled the last dregs of my climax from me. When I eventually fell slack, coated in sweat and breathing hard, he sank down on my length until it was buried inside him. I wasn’t sure how long we remained that way and I jolted when I felt Ronan lean in over me and rest his damp forehead against mine.
“Y’love me enough ta finish me off wi’ that craic’er wee mouth o’ yas?”
He didn’t need to ask me twice, and when I nodded Ronan allowed my semi-hard cock to slip from inside him and crawled up on his knees until his cock was in my face. He pressed the head, salty with precum, against my lips and I eagerly opened up, sucking on him like I’d die without it.
I gave it my all, taking him as deep as I dared and encouraging him to fuck my mouth whilst I stroked my hands all over his gorgeous body. It wasn’t going to take much and when I began to gently tug and roll Ronan’s balls in my hand, I felt him tensing and shuddering.
Ronan just about had the presence of mind to mutter a quick: “I’m coming!” before he jammed his cock into my throat. I felt him throbbing as he released and I swallowed everything he gave me without hesitation. I was still sucking the last of his orgasm from him when I heard him speak.
“J-John-Francis?”
I glanced up at Ronan through my lashes, heart leaping out of my chest at the pink, sweaty mess he’d become. He was gazing down at me, dark eyes intense with emotion.
“I love ya, too.”
God, it was like a bomb had gone off inside of me. Ronan blasted through everything I’d ever thought I’d known about myself. It felt so fuckingright,so utterlyperfect.It was Ronan. Perhaps it always had been, but now I was certain it always would be. Forever.
Feeling a tug of emotion in my chest that I was completely unprepared for, I sat up and grabbed Ronan’s face, kissing him. With both of us sated, it allowed for tenderness to creep in and for once I wasn’t trying to fight it. Our mouths moved softly against one another and when I coaxed Ronan’s mouth open with my tongue, he chuckled quietly.
“What is it, now?” I murmured between kisses.
“Ah, nothin’,” he replied. “Y’taste like cum.”
I couldn’t stop myself from grinning, a soft laugh of my own escaping me. “Aye, that’s ‘cause I just took a mouthful of ya, like.”
“I’d not be complainin’.”
“I’d hope not, now.”
Ronan was sitting in my lap now, straddling my hips with his legs tucked underneath himself. Being shorter than me, it brought us face to face and when he eased back, just far enough to gaze at me, our eyes locked. We simply looked at one another for a long moment, Ronan’s fingers stroking my nape. I groaned, fighting against my eyes fluttering shut as a deep relaxation began to take hold of me.
