“Stay still for me.” I squirt lube into my hand and let it slide down my fingers. I press one to his hole, circling to get him used to it. He lets out some breathy pants as I push the finger past the tight muscle.
“Fuck,” he gasps, reaching back for my hip. Once he relaxes and I can add another, he starts to push back into my hand, trying to take more.
“Be good and let me stretch you, baby. We don’t need you hurting later tonight—because we both know once whoever she is goes home, you’ll come crawling into my bed, begging me to fuck you.”
And I want her to leave before she even gets here.
“Call me baby again.”
I add a third finger, and he cries out.
“Dre…”
“Baby.” I whisper in his ear before biting his lobe.
We are so much more than best friends. I don’t think friends with benefits call each other pet names.
But he is my baby, mi sol, my fucking everything.
I withdraw my fingers, wipe my hand on my sweats, and tug them down with my underwear. I take a handful of lube and stroke my cock, my eyes rolling back. “You ready for me, pretty boy?”
“Yes,please. Fuck me,” he whines, pushing his ass back into my groin like a needy little slut.
I press the tip of my cock to his stretched hole and push forward, sliding home. That’s what it is. Home. “That’s it.” I slip my arm under him, wrapping my hand around his throat and giving him a firm squeeze.
Jackson tries to draw in a breath, but the blood’s already cut off—all he can do is gasp. “Look at you,mi sol. So pretty when you struggle.” I pound into him, my free hand reaching down to his cock, thumb working his precum over the leaking tip.
“Mmm.” He whimpers, and I lick the tear running down his cheek before whispering?—
“I can feel you’re almost there, aren’t you, pretty boy?” I give him a few firm strokes, matching the pace with how hard I thrust into his ass. “Such a good boy, taking my cock like the perfect little slut you are. You know good boys get to come, Jackson. Socome for me,mi sol. Cover my hand in your cum while I fill your perfect ass with mine.”
Jackson’s face is red. He knows he just has to tap my hand three times and I’ll let go. But he doesn’t—he wants to be right at the edge when I finally release him. I’m so close but I need him to come first.
“That’s it, baby. Finish for me.Dame lo que quiero, Jackson.”Thrust.
With a strained gasp, he taps my hand three times. I let go, stroking him as I pound into his ass as deep as I can. He gasps, moans, and comes all at once. Pulses of cum spill over my fist, and his body shakes as he rides the high. “Fuck. Such a good fucking boy, just like that. I’m gonna come now, baby.”
“Fuck, yes. I wanna feel you fill me up.”
God, he’s perfect.
I shift him onto his stomach and drive into him over and over. Hearing him moan my name triggers my orgasm, and I spill inside him, giving him everything I’ve got.
Still inside him, I roll onto my side, taking him with me, keeping his back to my chest. I reach for the wipes and clean my hands, then grab his pump and reattach it, starting his insulin back up.
“You’re too good to me, Dre.”
Not good enough. Not by a mile.
I set the pump in front of him, drape my arm over his hip, and kiss his shoulder. “Shut up, Jackson. Pull the comforter up, and let's go back to sleep for a little bit. I slept like shit last night.”
He chuckles and pulls the comforter around us. I nuzzle into his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin, and smirk.
He smells like me now.
Jackson smells like he’s mine.
THREE
