I grab his jaw and force his head back, exposing his throat. "Lube."
"Nightstand. Top drawer."
I reach over and yank the drawer open, find a half-empty bottle. Excitement courses through me. Neither of us are gentle men, and this isn't going to be a gentle fuck.
I slick my fingers and reach between his legs without preamble. His hole is tight, clenching around the tip of my finger as I push inside. He hisses, body tensing, then forces himself to relax.
"More."
"Greedy."
"I know what I want."
I give him a second finger, scissoring them, working him open. He's tight and hot around me, muscles gripping my fingers like he's trying to pull them deeper. I crook them, searching, and find the spot that makes his body jerk.
"Fuck." His hand flies to his cock, starts stroking.
I slap it away. "No. You come when I say you come."
His eyes flash with defiance. "You don't control me."
"Right now I do." I add a third finger, stretching him, watching his face twist between pain and pleasure. "You wanted this. You laid yourself out for me. That means you're mine until I'm done with you."
"Is that so?"
"My rules."
"This is my house."
"And this is my cock." I pull my fingers out and grip myself, running the slick head of my cock along his crack. "You want it or not?"
His answer is to wrap his legs around my waist and pull me closer. The head of my cock catches on his rim, and we both freeze.
"Do it," he says. "Stop fucking around and do it."
I push inside.
The sound he makes is worth every second of this torture. A broken groan that starts in his chest and rips out of his throat, raw and uncontrolled. His body opens for me, tight heat enveloping my cock inch by inch, and I have to stop halfway just to breathe.
He's perfect. Tight and hot and gripping me like he never wants to let go. I look down at where we're joined, watch my cock disappear inside him, and the sight makes my balls draw up tight.
"Move," he grits out. "Jinx, fucking move."
I pull back and slam home.
The bed frame cracks against the wall. He shouts, hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging in. I set a brutal pace, fucking him hard and fast, chasing the release that's been building.
He takes it. Takes everything I give him and demands more, hips rising to meet my thrusts, legs locked around my waist. His cock is trapped between our bellies, leaking steadily, and every thrust drags it against my abs.
"Harder," he pants. "Come on, you can do better than that."
I grab his chin and squeeze. "Shut the fuck up."
"Make me."
I crush my mouth against his, swallowing his next taunt. The kiss is messy, all clashing teeth and desperate tongues. He bites my lip again and I taste blood, copper and hot, and it only drives me higher.
I change the angle, hooking one of his legs over my shoulder, and fuck into him deeper. He groans, the sound vibrating against my mouth, and his cock jerks between us.
