I bent over him, mouth at his ear. “You’re taking me so good,” I whispered. “So fucking good.”
He sobbed, head buried in his arms, hips rolling back to meet mine.
I drove in harder, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the bedroom walls. My hand slid up his back, grabbing his hair and pulling him upright. I bit his shoulder, marking him again, and he only begged for more.
“Rawley—” he gasped, “—harder.”
I gave it to him, fucking him deep and rough, the way he needed. His ass clenched around me, milking my cock with every thrust.
I felt the edge coming, but I wanted him to go first. I reached down, stroking him faster. “Come for me,” I growled, voice barely human.
He shattered, body spasming as he shot all over my hand, the sheets, his own stomach. The way he clenched around my cock nearly undid me.
I kept going, chasing my own release, slamming into him harder and harder. The room spun, colors going white-hot behind my eyes. I roared his name, then came so hard it felt like my whole body emptied out.
We collapsed, tangled together, sweat and cum and the reek of sex heavy in the air. I held him there, arms wrapped around his waist, not letting go for anything.
I pressed my face to his neck, kissed the bruises I’d left. “You did perfect,” I murmured, not caring how it sounded.
He turned his head, eyes half-closed but shining. “So did you.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I just held him, letting our breaths sync up, letting the world shrink to just the two of us in the dark.
I knew exactly where I belonged.
It should have been enough. We should have collapsed and slept like the dead, spent and slick and barely human, but some need in me refused to quit. I wanted to see him come undone again, wanted to hear the noises he made when I wrecked him so good he forgot his own name.
I rolled us, Jojo on top, his hair damp with sweat, eyes glazed and shining. He straddled me, blinking in surprise at the hardness pressing into his thigh.
“Already?” he said, voice a broken laugh.
“You do that to me,” I said, hands running up the length of his body, thumbs tracing the fading handprints I’d left on his hips.
He shivered, blue eyes locking on mine. There was no fear in him, just trust—and maybe a little awe, which I ate up like a starving man.
I reached up, grabbed his ass, and ground him down against me. He moaned, high and sharp, then bit his lower lip to muffle it.
“Don’t hold back,” I told him. “I want to hear you.”
He nodded, then lined me up again. No condom this time, just slick and friction, and I barely remembered to slow down long enough to lube up before pulling him down onto my cock.
The stretch was easier this time, his body hungry for it, opening up to take me deep. He rode me hard, fingers braced against my chest, his whole body writhing and desperate. The way he moved, the way he looked at me, it stripped every last thought from my brain except the need to keep him.
I grabbed his hands, pinned them behind his back, and fucked up into him, the slap of our bodies loud in the stormy dark.
He gasped, head thrown back, neck arching so I could see the purple bite marks blooming there. I leaned up, caught his nipplein my mouth, and bit down. He jerked, then cried out, the sound so sweet and raw I felt it all the way to my bones.
“You’re mine,” I growled, nipping at his throat. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” he gasped, voice breaking. “All yours, Rawley.”
I lost it, the possessive streak in me flaring so hot I saw white. I pounded into him, deeper, harder, until the bed frame groaned and the world shrank to just the two of us, sweat and skin and the way his body squeezed down on me with every thrust.
He came again, even harder than before, his cum painting my stomach as his whole body seized around my cock. The sight, the sound, the feel of him milking me sent me over the edge. I came with a roar, holding him tight enough I worried I’d bruise the bone.
We crashed, tangled, chests heaving and hearts beating so loud I wondered if the storm outside could hear us. Jojo collapsed onto my chest, face buried in my neck. He was crying, but not with pain.
“Hey,” I said, gentling my voice. “You okay?”
