Damon laughed, scraping his teeth along Jonah’s jaw. “You like a little pain, don’t you?”
Jonah’s face heated, his whole body erupting in goosebumps. His stomach twisted deliciously.
“I – Shit, yeah, I guess…”
Damon hummed thoughtfully. His hands dropped to Jonah’s hips, squeezing tight enough to bruise.
“Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
Jonah’s cock was half-hard. He clung to Damon’s thighs, tipping his head back to rest on Damon’s shoulder.
“Good boy,” Damon murmured. Jonah could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke again. “Now, hold on.”
Jonah cried out in surprise more than anything when Damon lifted him almost all the way off his cock. It was like he weighed nothing at all. For a second, he was suspended there, and then Damon pulled Jonah back against him, filling him in one smooth movement.
“Damon,fuck—”
Damon only chuckled again, still fucking Jonah onto his cock. He wasn’t moving his hips at all; he was using Jonah like he was a toy, like he just wanted to get his fill and get off and—
Jonah moaned again. Damon slammed him back against him faster, his cock seeming to swell further as he came closer to orgasm. The stretch wasn’t quite painful, but Jonah didn’t know how much more he could take.
“That’s it,” Damon growled. “Fuckin’ take it, just like you wanted.”
Oh,fuck.Jonah didn’t know how much more he could take. He squeezed his eyes shut and fuck, he was absolutely certain Damon’s cock thickened when he growled, tensing as he shot his load in Jonah’s arse.
He pulled Jonah back against him again, wrapping an arm around his middle. Jonah’s cock ached from how hard he was. Damon panted against his throat.
“Damon,” Jonah whined. “Touch me.”
Damon licked up his neck, nipping at his jaw. “Needy boy,” he murmured. He didn’t move a hand toward Jonah’s cock and Jonah realised his arms were trapped, one pinned against his body and Damon’s grip tight around his other wrist.
“Fucker,” he muttered. Damon laughed.
“I’ll give you what you need. But not until I want to. You told me what you wanted.”
“You toldme.”Jonah turned his head to shoot Damon a glare. He thrust his hips forward in response, and a groan tore itself from Jonah’s throat. He was still hard, a thick, hot weight in Jonah’s arse. How was that even possible?
Damon smirked at the confusion that had to be written across Jonah’s face. “Starting to get it, aren’t you? I can keep using you for as long as I want to.”
He grasped Jonah’s chin before he could answer, dragging him in for a desperate, messy kiss. Jonah reached for his cock, but Damon growled against his lips, catching his wrist before hemade contact. Damon bit his lower lip and Jonah moaned, hips bucking.
“Please, Damon,” he murmured. “I need to cum.”
“I like it when you beg,” Damon said. He let go of Jonah’s wrist and stroked the inside of his thigh. “Keep going.”
Jonah’s face heated. “I… I need you to touch my cock. Fuck, please.Please.”
Damon chuckled darkly and kissed him again. “It’d be nice to have you on your back,” he mused, and it was like he was talking to himself for a moment. “But if I pull out now—”
He thrust his hips up and Jonah cried out when Damon’s cock slid over his prostate. He feltso muchbigger. Was Jonah just imagining it?
“You’re getting it,” Damon murmured. “And you got all this way into my labyrinth… That deserves a little reward.”
“Reward?”
“Hmm. A choice. Do you want to cum screaming because I’ve fucked the sounds out of you, or sobbing in desperation because I’ve made you wait so long?”
