Doing as he says, I pull in a deep breath and let it out, feeling myself relax further. Jesse pulls out slightly with each inhale, and then in a little deeper with each exhale. I count each bump, groaning the deeper he pushes inside me.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I feel full. Stretched beyond capacity, and we’ve only gotten past the barbells, which means he’s just over halfway in.
Instead of pushing in further, he slowly pulls out again, each of the five barbells popping free, and then back inside. Slowly, so slowly, he saws in and out of me. The studs massage my rim from the inside out and back again, little by little.
My eyes flutter, and my cock hardens in his hand again. I feel flushed and breathless, overstimulated from the extra friction and still wanting more, climbing higher and higher as Jesse fucks into me in short strokes while lazily running this thumb up and down the vein along the bottom of my shaft.
“One day,” he says, eyes locked between us where he’s moving in and out of me, “one day I’m going to fuck you raw so you can really feel every bit.”
His words send a barrage of primal urges ping-ponging down my spine and back up to my prefrontal cortex, where every inhibition and complex thought crumbles into a primal need to be fed, fucked, and filled. Fed every inch of Jesse’s pierced cocked, fucked raw in every way imaginable, and filled with cum.
“Oh, fuck,” Jesse grunts, then thrusts in deeper.
“Yes,” I groan back. “All of it.”
Holding my dick like a joystick and bracing his other on the back of my thigh, Jesse adjusts himself and thrusts inside. An electric shock of pleasure sparks from deep inside me, and I cryout. Jesse curses and does it again, and I suck in a breath, my body tightening.
The combination of the new angle and depth, the added friction of his hardware, and the way he’s pumping my dick creates a perfect storm of mind-bending pleasure.
“Shhh,” Jesse reminds me, but he’s barely holding his own grunts and groans in, either.
I know he’s right, but he’s pushing the sounds out of me. A cry when he thrusts inside, a moan when he drags his cock out of me. I barely have the cognitive function to care, but I pull a pillow down over my face and hold it there to muffle the sound.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Just as hot and tight and perfect as I remember. I don’t want to come yet, but I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”
My only intelligible reply is the way my ass clenches and ripples as my orgasm snakes its way up my spine. Jesse keeps cursing under his breath, fucking into me harder and faster, pegging the sensitive tissue inside me.
I come first, thankful to have my face covered because I know my eyes are crossed, face contorted into something ugly that doesn’t match the beauty of the energy between us. The force of the orgasm ripping through me has every muscle in my body tightening, and my face is no exception.
“Ah, fuck!” Jesse chokes out, then slams into me harder a few more times before falling over me and pressing his face to the other side of the same pillow. He moans almost directly against my mouth, twitching as he fills the condom. I wish he were filling me instead.
When it seems like we’ve gotten past the need to scream out our releases, Jesse yanks the pillow from between us and crashes his mouth to mine, still rolling into me until our bodies stop pulsing.
One thing’s for sure, my memories didn’t exaggerate a single thing about Jesse. If anything, they pale in comparison to the man nuzzling his nose against mine and whispering words of praise into my lips.
EIGHTEEN
LUC
As much as Jesse insists he’s going to be fine, I don’t like the idea of leaving him here alone all day. I’m not going to be back until this afternoon, and then I’ll have to leave again for a team dinner later tonight.
Him showing up here was a surprise I never could have seen coming, so I had zero expectations for how long he’d stay. While the risk of getting caught is pretty terrifying, I love having him here. I slept better last night than I have in weeks. I had some initial soreness this morning, but it was nothing a little tongue massage in the shower couldn’t take care of.
“You’re going to be late,” Jesse mumbles against my lips, smiling and doing nothing to actually deter me from stripping down and fucking him into the mattress again. He’s still fully naked from the shower, pressed against me and making it impossible to leave.
“Yeah, I’m going,” I say, not moving from where I have him pinned to the door. “I’m going right now.”
Instead, I lift him by the backs of his thighs and wrap his legs around my hips and rock into him, dry fucking him through my gym gear. He leans his head back against the door, exposing his throat to me. I latch on and suck.
Jesse hisses out my name and writhes. We’re both panting, time and responsibility long forgotten. My cock is throbbing against his ass, and I’m moments away from taking it out and going into a rut. The only thing that stops me is not wanting to hurt him.
That, and the banging on the other side of the door.
