“Everything about you is such a turn-on,” Blake said, curling his fingers around Rusty’s hip, digging them in.
Rusty took another deep breath, steeling himself for what he knew was about to happen. He wanted this so much he couldn’t think of anything else, just the weight of Blake’s cock against him, and how good it was going to feel inside him, and how desperately he needed it.
His breath caught in his throat as Blake pushed forward, just enough for the head of his cock to slip inside Rusty’s body. It felt huge inside him, more than satisfying, and he hadn’t even gotten to the rest of the shaft yet.
It’d been so long since he’d been with anyone like this that his head spun as nerve endings that had been neglected for eons lit up, pleasure pulsing in Rusty’s gut as Blake rocked his hips back and forth, sliding another quarter-inch of his cock inside with every forward movement.
Rusty groaned under him, helpless to do anything but take it in this position.
He’d chosen the position. He’d wanted this. He wanted Blake in charge, he wanted someone to take care of him, and Blake hadn’t objected for a moment.
Being taken care of like this felt sogood. Knowing Blake cared enough about him to do this for him, to be gentle, to tease, to make itgoodfor Rusty…
He’d never felt anything like it before. Blake always made him feel so wanted, so valued. Like he saw Rusty for who he was under the leather jacket he used to shield himself from the world.
Blake got under his skin, got inside him—literally and figuratively—in a way no one else ever had.
“You okay?” Blake asked after a moment. “Kinda quiet there.”
“Feels good,” Rusty gritted out. “Concentrating on not coming.”
That was half-true. Itdidfeel good, and Rusty was tired, and he really, really wanted to come, but he also wanted this to last. It was a fine line to walk.
Blake chuckled. “I’ll take that as a challenge,” he said, running the heel of his hand up Rusty’s spine, hard enough that it made Rusty want to jerk back against him, buck his hips and ride his cock despite having picked exactly the wrong position for it.
Blake splayed his hand on the back of Rusty’s neck, his thumb massaging the tight muscles at the base, soothing the tension out of it.
Every single touch felt so damnedgood.
“Not much of a challenge,” Rusty managed to say.
“Yeah?” Blake asked, tightening his grip on the back of Rusty’s neck as he moved his hips, sliding his cock out slowly, pausing when just the head was still inside Rusty’s body.
Rusty knew what was coming a moment before it did, screwing his eyes shut as Blake slammed into him, knocking the breath out of his lungs.
He didn’t have a chance to recover before Blake did it again, and then again, leaving him gasping for breath, his head spinning, his balls aching.
Every thrust of Blake’s hips sent hot waves of pleasure shooting up his spine, coiling in his stomach, his cock almost painfully hard and smearing precome over his belly as the movement made it bounce against him.
He probably looked ridiculous, but he didn’t care. Blake felt amazing, hot and thick and hard, exactly what Rusty had been hoping for, scraping every nerve ending inside Rusty’s body as he fucked him, the springs of the mattress creaking loudly in Rusty’s ears.
Rusty fisted the sheets underneath him, hanging on tight as the room spun around him, lungs burning as he gasped for breath.
Just as it was about to become too much for him, Blake slowed down. Rusty groaned in frustration. He’d been so close to coming, and now Blake was stopping?
“Oi,” he complained. “Harder.”
Blake hummed, squeezing the back of his neck again.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, a smirk audible in his voice. “You thought I was going to make you come? The challenge was in stopping you.”
Rusty blinked at the bed beneath him, blood rushing in his ears as he processed that.
Blake was planning on torturing him.
That was…
Hot.
