As pretty as it looked, their positions would never enable him to thrust more deeply. Joe didn’t try. He only rocked his hips a fraction, more than happy to simply enjoy sliding the head of his cock back and forth across Scott’s tongue.
Scott’s eyes dropped closed in pleasure; but Joe wasn’t going to let anything steal away the sight that lay before him, not even for a second. Joe kept his eyes open and took in every detail.
“Good boy.”
Scott blinked his eyes open when he heard the praise, just as Joe thought he would. Their eyes locked. Joe smiled down at him and thrust his hips just a little more quickly, moving the tip of his cock more rapidly against Scott’s tongue.
It would have been so easy to get off on the way Scott’s mouth felt, but Joe wanted more. He remained where he was as long as he could without risking an unintended orgasm, teasing himself as much as he did Scott; but eventually, he had to fall still.
“I want your arse,” he announced, gritting his teeth to hold himself back from coming.
Scott murmured what sounded very much like an acknowledgement that it was a bloody wonderful idea.
Joe tortured himself with just a few more shallow thrusts before he pulled away. “You’re allowed to do absolutely anything that will speed us up,” he said as he dragged himself up onto his feet.
Scott launched himself upright, already scrambling at his own fly.
Joe grabbed a condom and lube out of the back pocket of his jeans, then tossed them onto the sofa. He turned his attention to helping Scott undo his jammed fly. Apparently deciding that Joe would be a lot quicker dealing with the zip on his own, Scott snatched up the condom, opened it, and reached out to Joe in return.
Every movement Scott made was strong and confident. He had permission, and he evidently wasn’t going to question it. He wrapped his fingers around Joe’s shaft, steadying his cock as he rolled the condom down with his other hand.
Joe finally managed to tug Scott’s fly down. Turning him around, Joe pushed him down onto the sofa. Scott reacted in plenty of time to break his fall, and he willingly crawled across the cushions to brace himself on the far arm to make room for Joe to kneel behind him.
Scott’s trousers were so tight, it would have taken far more patience than Joe possessed to wait for him to squirm out of them entirely. He only pushed the leather down as far as was absolutely necessary before he slicked his fingers and slid them against Scott’s hole.
Working quickly, he soon had Scott ready for him. Steadying Scott with his hands on his hips, Joe lined up behind him. Pushing forward, he lodged himself deep within Scott’s body. It had never been harder for him to stop himself coming on the first thrust.
* * * * *
Scott frantically tightened his grip on the sofa arm; trying to both maintain his balance, and to control himself so he didn’t come without permission.
It was almost impossible to process all the pleasure that rushed through him as Joe’s cock rubbed against his prostate again and again. As if determined to drive Scott mad with need,Joe ploughed even deeper inside him, setting a relentless pace from the first moment their bodies came together.
“You’re allowed to come whenever you want to.”
Scott was completely incapable of answering. Whimpering, he tried to spread his knees further apart, but it was no use. His trousers wrapped around his thighs just as tightly as they’d ever imprisoned his cock, making it impossible for him to spread his legs for Joe.
Looking for another option, Scott lowered his head toward the sofa arm. Arching his back, he offered his arse up as high as he could. He wasn’t sure what it did for Joe, but the slight change in angle caused pretty white lights to dance and spiral behind Scott’s eyelids.
He cried out, and it was all over. Any thoughts of lasting long enough to make it a marathon session died; so did quite a few of Scott’s more pleasure-prone brain cells.
Gasping for breath, he tried to pull himself together well enough to apologise for coming so soon, but there was no time. Joe’s grip on his hips tightened until Scott knew there would be pretty marks left there for quite some time.
Joe’s thrusts sped up. He yelled out less than a minute after Scott. He’d lasted just long enough for Scott to recover in time to enjoy feeling Joe come too.
He collapsed over Scott’s back as his hips eventually stilled. A few nudges later, Scott realised that Joe was telling him to straighten his legs and lay down properly. Once he understood the order, Scott was more than happy to obey. He quickly wriggled around until he laid full length on the sofa with his head on the low, cushioned arm.
Joe separated their bodies, but he didn’t try to change the way he lay over Scott. His body covered Scott from top to toe; almost all of his weight pressing down on him.
“Too heavy?” Joe asked.
Scott smiled. “No, s-sir. Feels g-g-good.”
Joe made a vague noise that let Scott know he’d heard. It vibrated through Joe’s chest and into Scott’s torso. The space between Joe’s skin and the sofa cushions was snug and warm. Scott turned his head slightly in an effort to make his position one hundred percent comfortable.
His collar shifted around his neck, as if on purpose, just to remind him of its presence.
“You okay with everything?” Joe checked after a while.
