The Jag standing before me, with his broad-shouldered, well-endowed, very masculine, very naked body flexing under my questing hands, is not a bottom.
He drives me back a step, then another, his grip firm on my ass as he turns us on the stairs.The world tips.He lowers me to the steps and brackets me there with his muscle-packed weight, knocking the air from my lungs.
His breath fans hot against my face, his eyes swirling with fierce need.He’s starving, and all his restraint is finally giving way.
His mouth leaves mine to trace a steamy path along my throat and collarbone, reverent and relentless.I feel his urgency in the heavy hardness pulsing against my hip.I grip him, running my fingers along his length as his attention travels lower, lower, until his dick pulls from my grasp.
Shifting down a few steps, he settles between my legs and scatters hungry kisses along my inner thighs.When he reaches my balls, he stops.
“Who has put their mouth here?”He pets and nuzzles my cock, making me groan.
“Dove.”
A smile twitches his cheek.“No one else?”
“No.”
“I haven’t done this in a long time.”
“Then don’t.”
“I was never forced, pup.But I never wanted to do it.Not until now.”
Tingles ripple through me, scattering shockwaves across my skin, as Jag lowers his head.
His mouth stretches, and his tongue swirls, sliding over my crown like a jaguar lapping blood from a fresh kill.
“Fuck!”I gasp, legs opening and hips thrusting, moving of their own volition.
Then he puts his lips in motion, and holy mother, he sucks me.The force and pull of his mouth sends my ass off the stairs, but his hands clamp me back down.
His tongue lashes without mercy, and the delicious heat of his throat drives me insane.I can’t hold still, can’t catch my breath, can’t stop the orgasm from slamming into me.
“Jag, I’m coming.”I yank on his hair in urgent warning.“I’m fucking coming.”
He doesn’t relent.I thrash and groan and fuck his mouth until I’m spent.
I don’t know what I expected from the notorious hacker, but I didn’t think he’d devour me so completely.
“Damn.”He leans back, licking his lips.“That’s the first time I ever enjoyed that.”
“Did I even last thirty seconds?”
“Not even close.”He smirks.
“I’m so turned on right now.”
“Ready to go again?”He slaps my cock and watches it thicken.“Already?Now I feel old.”
“Are you usually one and done?”
“Yeah.Sex was always a job.A means to an end.”
“Not anymore.”
“No.”His hand cups the back of my head.“Not anymore.”He pulls me in for a languorous kiss.
Without breaking apart, we rise and stumble up the stairs, groping each other’s cocks.Slowly, clumsily, we make it to the bedroom, bumping into the wall with stops and starts and ceaseless kissing and touching.
