“Please, don’t.”
I pause, bringing my attention to his face.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want to feel it,” he says through gritted teeth, hands grasping the blanket beneath him. “Make me feel it, Jordan.”
My dick pulses at the desperation in his voice. If I don’t get inside him soon, I may come just like this. Which would be a first, and the absolute most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me. With one hand flat on his back, the other guides my dick to his greedy hole, and I slowly push inside.
He groans and whines, pushing against me to take me in faster. I’m trying to take it easy and he’s so desperate for my dick that he isn’t letting me.
“Relax,” I tell him, brushing my fingers along his back. “Take me in, baby. You cando this.”
“Fuck, Jordan…”
“You got this. Just a little more,” I say softly as I push further in. “Yes, just like that. So fucking good.”
A strangled sound leaves his throat.
“Keep telling me how good I’m doing,” he whispers.
“So fucking good,” I say quickly. My other hand comes up to rest on his hip, and I dig my fingers in. “You feel amazing. You’re so tight and you’re letting me inside you, just like I want.”
I’ve never been much of a dirty talker, but I guess Alex brings out all kinds of shit in me I didn’t know about myself.
“I want to be good for you,” he says.
“You’re being so fucking good.” I slide in deeper, pushing past the tight ring of muscle, and the rest of me slides in with ease. “Fuck,” I growl, letting out a sharp breath as a bead of sweat drips down my temple.
I’ve never felt something so tight before. Never in my whole life has anything felt like this. My body is shaking, every cell in my body is on fire. I have the urge to pull out and slam back in, fuck him hard and fast, but I’m worried about hurting him and so I just stay here, feeling his ass clench my dick and listening to his sharp panting.
“Move, Jordan. Please, fucking move.”
“I don’t want—”
“Fuck me, Jordan Mackenzie!” he growls in a tone that lights a fireinside me.
I shift my feet, grip his hips, and fuck him hard. It’s frenzied and messy and so fucking intense, but once I start, I can’t stop.
Alex is moaning and whining and telling me to go harder because he wants to feel every inch of me. So I give him what he wants and fuck him as hard as I can.
My arm goes around his stomach and I pull him up against me, his back sticking to my chest with sweat. I go deeper with this angle, and without even thinking, I reach around for his dick, jerking him off with each thrust inside him.
His nails dig into my forearm, and he tugs it upwards, guiding my hand around his throat, so I squeeze.
“Is this what you want?” I growl in his ear.
“Y-yes!”
“You want me to hurt you, Alex? I’ll fucking hurt you.”
His dick throbs in my hand and his pulse races against my palm.
I squeeze harder. Fuck harder. Jerk him harder. I’m lost in a world that is just pleasure and Alex.
He claws at my skin, trying to tug it away. I hold onto his throat for just another second before letting go. He gasps for air when my hand falls away, but I scrape my nails along his chest, wanting to mark him everywhere I can, any way I can.
“Look at you being so fucking good,” I say, biting at his earlobe. “Just for me.”
