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“No.” Jaxon shook his head, his eyes wide and his mouth open. “Please, Chris. I need it.”

I kissed the small of his back and dragged my tongue over him. He groaned at the same time as me. The sweat gathered on his skin was like an aphrodisiac. I whispered against him, “I probably won’t last long.”

My cock was dripping and throbbing in need. Honestly, if I kept playing with him, I could probably come untouched.

“Doesn’t matter. Close,” he grunted.

Going up on one knee, I spread lube over my cock, then grabbed the base as I notched the crown to his hole. With a deep breath, I pushed in, and after only a moment of resistance, I slid in. “Fuuuuuccckkk,” I groaned at the slick heat surrounding me.

Jaxon cried out. “Yes, baby. Nngh, so damn good.”

Slowly, I thrust into him as I tried to control the urge to just pound into him. I wanted to sheath my entire prick inside of him in one move, but rationally, I knew that might hurt him. Pulling out until only my cockhead was inside, I pushed back in. I sank in a bit more every time until my hips were flush with his ass.

“Jaxon,” I said as I watched my cock slide out, then disappear back inside of him. I was fucking Jaxon. I couldn’t believe it. “We’re… I’m… Fuck, I’m inside you.”

My only response was a low snarl as Jaxon continued to slam back on my cock. His ass jiggled perfectly, making me whimper. Fuck, that was hot.

The tight warmth of him was stealing my thoughts. I gripped his hips and pounded into him. My grunts and groans matched his whining snarls. The sound of our skin slapping and the scent of sex in the air both only added to the perfection of this moment. I bent over him as much as I could, my thrusts turning erratic, and placed desperate kisses to his sweat-soaked skin. I grabbed his cock; I wanted him to come before I did. I pumped him.

“Come, sweetheart. Let me feel it. Please.”

“Chris,” he cried only a moment later as his cock throbbed within my grip as it shot cum all over his bed.

His ass squeezed me to the point it was hard to thrust in and out of him. I was holding onto my orgasm by a thread, but I was determined to ride out his to make it feel as good as possible. When his cock stopped pulsing, I released him before he became too sensitive and chased my own pleasure, slamming into his hole. My balls were pulled up tight against my shaft, my thighs were shaking, and my cock was hard to the point of pain.

“Jaxon,” I howled as my release crashed over me in a wave of whitehot pleasure. My dick kicked inside of him as I continued to thrust erratically into him, unloading my cum deep inside of him.

Panting, I was draped on top of him. I was shaking so hard that I couldn’t move. Jaxon shuddered as he dropped to his bed. I flopped on top of him with a grunt. My cock slipped out of him, and I shivered from sensitivity.

“Fuck,” I whispered. That had been amazing. Like, was it always like this?

“Chris,” Jaxon said, his voice rough. “I need to hold you.”

I rolled off him, crashing into the wall. Jaxon turned; the bed complained beneath him. The poor thing had probably been shrieking under us the whole time, and I’d paid it no mind. Jaxon pulled me into his shaking embrace, and I burrowed close. He kissed the top of my head. I smiled, basking in the bliss of the amazing orgasm.

“Was that okay?” I asked after a few quiet moments. I didn’t want to be that person, but I had to know.

Jaxon snorted. “That was literally mind-blowing. You broke me, babe.”

Blushing, I looked up at him. “I hope not. I quite like you.”

He dragged his finger down the center of my forehead, over my nose, and to my lips with a soft smile on his lips. “I quite like you too.”

More warmth rushed to my cheeks, and I buried my face against him, snuggling close.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Christopher

Igroaned. What was going on? Something was squeezing me. What was that? Something warm and wet swiped over the skin behind my ear. I opened my eyes. I was lying in Jaxon’s bed. We must have dozed off after we’d cleaned up. It was dark, but I couldn’t tell the time. I closed my eyes, wiggling a bit in Jaxon’s tight embrace. He was holding quite firmly. Whatever. Back to sleep.

Jaxon grunted behind me, his hips canting against me as something soft and wet dragged over my skin again. My eyes popped back open. His tongue. Jaxon was licking my neck. A moment later, I felt the scrape of teeth against my neck.

A low moan ripped out of my throat as my cock hardened in a flash. “Jaxon, sweetheart, are you okay?”

“Mine,” he growled.

I blinked, and my cock throbbed. Well, I liked that tone. “Yep,” I replied, shoving my ass against him. I wasn’t going to dispute his claim, though I was a bit shocked he was being so aggressive.