I cupped his face, made him look up at me. “You good?”
He nodded, breath coming hard and fast.
I kissed him, slow at first, then rougher, wanting to taste everything. He melted against me, hands fisting in the small of my back. I walked him backward until the backs of his knees hit the bed, then pushed him down onto the covers.
He looked up, hair fanned out, blue eyes shining in the half-light. I crawled over him, pinning his wrists to the mattress, and bent to bite the mark I’d left on his neck the night before. He shuddered, a moan spilling out that made my cock jump.
I traced his chest with my tongue, stopping to suck each nipple until it peaked under my mouth. He writhed, back arching, hips lifting off the bed. I kept going, mapping his body with teeth and hands, until I reached the trail of hair below his navel.
I hovered there, breathing him in. “You want this?” I asked, voice low.
He didn’t hesitate. “Please,” he whispered, “I want all of you.”
I grinned, then went to work.
I buried my mouth in the hollow of his thigh, then worked my way up, leaving a trail of bites that would be bruises by morning. Jojo bucked and squirmed, every muscle on high alert, hips grinding up for more. I grabbed his knees, spread them apart, and took his cock all the way to the root.
He cried out, high and desperate, the sound so raw it made my heart stutter.
I sucked him slow, letting the tension build, my tongue tracing the slit, teasing him until he was shaking. I could feel his hands clutching the sheets, twisting them into ropes. I let him get close—so close I could taste it—then pulled off and watched him fall apart.
He gasped, eyes wild, sweat painting a sheen across his chest. “Please,” he begged, “don’t stop.”
I liked the way he asked for it, so I went back, but this time added a finger to the mix, wetting it before pressing it against his hole. He tensed, then melted, breathe catching. I worked him slow, circling and teasing, then pushed in just enough to feel the heat of him clamp down.
He sobbed, hips lifting to meet me.
“You like that?” I asked, voice guttural.
“Yes,” he whispered, and the way he said it made me want to break him in half.
I added another finger, working him open. He took it, greedy and eager, grinding back for more. I curled my fingers, searching for that spot, and when I found it he nearly screamed.
His cock jerked, leaking all over his stomach. I licked it up, savoring the taste, then went back to his hole, working him openwith slow, relentless pressure. He writhed, hands scrambling for purchase on my shoulders.
“Turn over,” I ordered, my voice rough.
He rolled, presenting himself, ass up and quivering. I knelt behind him, spreading his cheeks with both hands. The sight made my cock twitch so hard it hurt.
I reached into the nightstand, fumbled for the lube and a condom I’d stashed there earlier. I rolled the condom on with one hand, the other still stroking his back. I squeezed a generous line of lube onto my fingers, then slicked him up, pressing in deep until he was loose enough to take me.
“Please, Rawley,” he begged, voice breaking. “I need you inside me.”
I lined up, cock in hand, and pushed the head against his entrance. I gripped his hips tight, holding him still.
“This is going to hurt a little,” I warned. “But I’ll make it good for you. Promise.”
He nodded, face buried in the sheets.
I pressed in, slow at first, just the tip. He gasped, body going rigid. I held there, letting him adjust, then pushed deeper, inch by inch, until I was halfway in. He shuddered, fingers clawing the mattress.
“Breathe, baby,” I said, leaning over to kiss the back of his neck. “Just relax for me.”
He took a shaky breath, then let it out, and I felt him unclench. I pushed in the rest of the way, balls slapping his ass, and almost lost it right there. He was tight, hot, and perfect—better than anything I’d ever had.
I started to move, slow at first, then picking up the pace. He met every thrust, moaning like he was dying for it. I reached around and stroked his cock, matching my rhythm to the way his body jerked with every push.
He was so close, I could feel it.
