He pauses and pulls back. “What are you–fucking hell, Jesse–what are you wearing?”
Not much.I’m wearing his jersey, a lacy black jockstrap, and a plug.
“I didn’t want to waste any time,” I say, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. He groans and brushes his fingers down my crack, groaning even louder when he touches the plug. Just one press and the sound of his lust, and I’m on edge already. “Take it out,” I tell him. “Now. I fucking need you,” I say, slipping a condom and a packet of lube from under the garter strap.
There’s a flurry of movement as we work to get Luc undressed enough. He unzips his jeans and lifts his hips to push them down his thighs while I remove his jacket. I press myself closer to him so I can wrap both our cocks in my hand and jerk them together. I’m not the only one leaking pre-cum like a drippy faucet. I barely need any lube.
My hips rock, both thrusting into my hand around our dicks and pressing back against Luc’s fingers as he teases me. I moan and whimper into his mouth, begging him wordlessly to let me ride his cock all the way to our hotel. I need him inside me.
Not want.
Need.
Now.
Luc slowly removes the plug, but slips it back in, fucking me with it and enjoying the way it pops through my rim. I used a lotof lube, so the wet, squelchy sounds only add to the sex in the air.
“Goddammit, Luc.Please!”
I try to tease him by moving so his shaft is between my cheeks, rubbing up and down. Finally, he seems to get on my level, writhing against me, cock leaving sticky streams of pre-cum all over my ass. Then finally, finally, finally he stops teasing me. He lines his cock up to my hole and holds my hip, guiding me to sink down his length. We both let out a long, low moan, and I shudder.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, voice trembling. This isn’t going to take long.
I start to move with purpose, needing release. Not just any release though. The release only he can give me. The person he is, this body, this fucking perfect cock. He’s the only one who can make me feel like this. Hot and cold simultaneously. Flushed and frantic.
I ride him hard and fast, Luc rocking his hips up to meet me as I bounce on his cock. I put each hand through the handles on either side of the roof and use them for leverage, not bothering to temper my sounds because I couldn’t even if I tried.
“Fuck, Luc, I’m going to come!” I know it’s fast. We’ve barely been here five minutes, but I was too desperate to make it last, too needy for the feeling he’s giving me, for the wet squelch of my ass slamming down on his cock.
“So. Fucking. Gooood,” I moan, and detonate. I cry out and my movements stutter, then I’m spraying cum all over Luc, all over his shirt and the expanse of abs showing where his shirt rode up. Luc moves my hips and rolls up into me until I’m through most of the orgasm, then lifts me up and flips us, moving meto bend over the seat before he thrusts into me again and sets a punishing rhythm. He fucks me hard and fast, my spent cock pushing out little bursts of more cum that Luc works out of me.
I can tell when he’s getting close, when his body gets tighter and his movements jerkier than usual. He slams his orgasm into me, then holds himself inside and rocks, riding it out.
“So hot. Wet. Ah…Fuck, Jesse. Oh, God.” His orgasm seems to go on forever, pumping what feels like stream after stream of…
Oh.
Oh shit.
When he pulls out and pushes back inside…
It’s wet. Very wet. And when he pulls out all the way and I bear down the slightest bit, I feel his release trickle out of me.
Luc hisses a curse. Instead of freaking out like I worried he might, he pushes his cock back inside me, pulls out until it starts to seep out of me again, and then pushes it back inside me. He does this again and again, slowly, until he’s fully hard again and fucking me through another orgasm, until I paint the seat and he paints my insides again.
I collapse onto the seat in front of me, wet and sticky with cum, and wince as Luc pulls all the way out. His thumb gently circles my rim, and I figure it’s the least I can do to give him what he seems waiting for. I bear down again and push some of his load out.
Luc makes a sound I can’t describe. It’s a barely-there sound that doesn’t quite fit his deep timber or overall size. Something like a, “hah” crossed with a squeak. A tiny sound of surprisemixed with alarm, considering how he quickly catches the stream and tries to push it back inside me.
I look over my shoulder and find Luc sitting back on his haunches, looking a bit dazed.Does my sweet, gentle, blushing beefcake of a man have a breeding kink?
My fingers actually cross.
“Use the plug,” I rasp, my voice wrecked.
Luc shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Huh?”
“You can use the plug to keep it in, if you like.”
