His hand reaches back, grabs my hip, tries to pull me in faster. I slap it away.
"My pace."
"Jinx—"
"My. Pace." I lean over him, chest to his back, mouth against his ear. "I want to feel every second of this. Want to remember the way your ass grips my cock. Want to remember the sounds you make when I'm buried inside you."
He shudders. His cock is hard and leaking, bobbing with every thrust, untouched and desperate.
"Touch yourself," I order. "Slowly. I want to watch you work your cock while I fuck you."
His hand wraps around himself, starts stroking. Slow, like I said, matching the rhythm of my thrusts. His fist slides up his shaft, thumb swiping across the head, spreading the precum that's dripping steadily from the slit.
"That's it." I speed up slightly, fucking into him a little harder. "Just like that. You look so fucking good, Asher. Hand on your cock, my cock in your ass. Perfect."
He turns his head, finds my mouth, kisses me sloppily. All tongue and desperation. I bite his lower lip, suck it into my mouth, taste the moan that spills out of him.
"Harder," he gasps against my lips. "Please, Jinx. I need it harder."
I give him harder.
I grip his hips with both hands and start pounding into him, the rhythm brutal and relentless. His hand speeds up on his cock, stroking fast and tight, and I can feel the way his body is tensing, the way his ass is clenching around me.
"Close," he warns. "Fuck, I'm close."
"Not yet." I reach around and grab his wrist, stop his hand. "You come when I say you come."
"Fuck, I don’t know if I—"
"I want to fill you up first. Want you to feel me flood your ass before you get to come." I bite his neck, hard enough to leave a mark, sucking the skin between my teeth until a bruise blooms. "Can you do that for me? Can you hold off until I'm done?"
His whole body shakes. "Yes. Fuck. Yes, I can do that."
I release his wrist and grip his hips again, fucking into him with everything I have. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, heat coiling tighter and tighter. His ass is so tight, so perfect, squeezing my cock with every thrust.
"Gonna come," I grunt. "Gonna fill you up."
"Do it. Please, Jinx, I want to feel it. Want to feel you inside me."
I bury myself deep and let go.
The orgasm destroys me, my balls pulling up as it starts. My cock pulses inside him, pumping load after load of cum into his ass. I can feel myself filling him, feel the slick heat of it as I keep thrusting through my release, fucking my cum deeper into his body.
"Oh fuck," he moans. "I can feel it. I can feel you coming inside me."
I pull out slowly, and we both watch as my cum drips from his hole, sliding down his thighs. Messy and delicious.
But I'm not done.
I spin him around and drop to my knees again.
His cock is right there, flushed and leaking, so hard it looks painful. I wrap my hand around the base and swallow him down in one smooth motion.
"Jesus Christ—"
I don't give him time to adjust. I suck him hard and fast, bobbing my head, taking him deep. My hand works what my mouth can't reach, stroking in counterpoint. I can taste his precum, can feel his cock throbbing against my tongue.
His hands find my hair, grip tight. Not guiding, just holding on.
