Chapter Twelve #2
“I’m gonna cum,” he whines, his eyes squeezing shut. “God, I can’t hold it.”
“Then cum for me,” I urge, thrusting up slightly to meet his downward plunge, hitting his prostate dead on.
That does it. He throws his head back, a loud, pretty moan spilling out of his throat. His hole clenches down on my shaft in tight, spasming waves. He comes hard, spurts of jizz shooting out of his untouched cock, splashing across his stomach and chest before sliding down into the bathwater.
I stare at him in wonder. Hands-free. The kid just rode me until he milked his own prostate dry, getting himself off without laying a finger on his dick. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time.
The squeezing of his climax pushes me over the edge.
I groan, my hips locking as I pump my load deep into his guts.
Jax slumps forward, his wet forehead dropping against my collarbone, both of us panting.
I wrap my arms around his shaking back, holding him against my chest, grinning like an idiot as I kiss his damp hair.
“You’re such a good boy,” I murmur, rubbing my hand up his spine. “Coming just from taking my cock. You really are our perfect little boy toy, aren’t you?”
He groans into my neck, too spent to argue, letting the warm water wash over us.
The water starts draining out from around us. I stand up, bringing him with me. He shivers a little as the cool air touches his wet skin.
I grab a fluffy towel off the rack and drape it over his shoulders, pulling him in close to rub the terry cloth up and down his back.
I dry off his chest, his arms, spending an extra second dragging the towel over those goofy pine tree tattoos on his biceps.
When I move up to his head, I ruffle the towel through his damp hair until it sticks up in every direction.
He scowls, swatting at my wrists, but there’s a playful curve to his mouth.
“Head out to the bedroom,” I tell him, tossing a second towel around my own waist. “Go kneel by the bed and wait for me. Keep your hands on your thighs and don’t move.”
Jax blinks, a spark of surprise lighting up his hazel eyes, but he doesn’t argue. He nods, turning on his heel and padding out of the bathroom naked.
I take my time drying off, running a hand through my wet hair before I stroll out into the bedroom.
Jax is exactly where I told him to be, on his knees beside my mattress, his back straight, hands resting palms-down on his thighs.
He looks incredible like that, bare and waiting.
I head over to my dresser and pull out a pair of grey sweatpants and a fresh t-shirt.
As I pull the sweats up over my hips, I catch Jax watching me. His gaze traces the lines of my chest and stomach, following the movement of my hands. He’s clearly hungry for it. It makes my dick stir all over again, pushing against the fabric of my sweats.
“You’re so fucking obedient,” I murmur, tossing my t-shirt onto a chair instead of putting it on. I walk over and stand in front of him, looking down at his flushed face. “Stand up.”
He scrambles to his feet, chest heaving slightly.
“Bend over the side of the bed. Spread your feet,” I command.
He leans forward, bracing his forearms flat on the mattress, and spreads his feet apart. His ass is tipped up, presenting that pretty pink hole to me. I reach over to my nightstand and grab the bottle of lube, pouring a puddle into my palm before slathering it down the length of my cock.
I step up behind him, grab his hips, and push inside him in one smooth, fast glide.
Jax cries out, his knees wobbling as I fill him up. We skipped the slow buildup this time, so he takes the brunt of it raw and fast. I lock my hands around his waist and start hammering into him, driving my hips forward with hard, unyielding thrusts.
“Aiden, fuck!” he gasps, his fingers digging into my blanket as he rides out the sudden assault.
I lean over his back, my chest against his spine, and catch his earlobe between my teeth. I nip at the sensitive cartilage as I reach one hand around to the front and wrap my fingers around his cock. It’s already stiff and leaking.
“Take it, baby,” I growl, stroking his shaft in time with my thrusts. “Take my cock.”
He whines, tossing his head back into my shoulder. The wet, slapping sound of my groin hitting his ass fills the room. He’s so damn tight, his muscles clamping down on my dick every time I pull back, milking me. I stroke him faster, my thumb rubbing over his slit, keeping the pace brutal.
“Cum for me, baby,” I demand, biting at the side of his neck. “Shoot it everywhere.”
He falls apart with a loud moan. His hips jerk backward against me as he comes, hot ropes of his jizz spurting out over my fist and splattering against the bedsheets.
The sight of my hand covered in his messy release tips me right over.
I grunt, driving myself deep into his guts, and shoot my own load into his tight ass.
We stay pressed together for a long minute, both of us panting, my chest heaving against his back. I reach over to the nightstand again, my fingers blindly searching until I find the black silicone plug sitting near the lamp. Ryker’s rule.
I grab the base of the plug, bringing it back to where we’re joined. I start to slowly pull my cock out of his ass, the wet suction sound loud. Jax whimpers, his hips instinctively pushing back as my dick slips free.
“Shh, don’t worry baby,” I hush him, sliding my other hand around to grip his hip. “I’ll keep your hungry hole full.”
I line the tip of the silicone toy against his opening and push it in, sliding the smooth material past his ring. He trembles around it, whining as the flared base presses into place, locking all my cum deep inside him.
I step back, letting him straighten up. He turns around, his chest flushed and his breathing ragged. I lift my hand, the one slick with his fresh cum, and hold it up in front of his face.
“Be a good boy and clean off your mess,” I tell him.
Jax looks at my hand, then up at my eyes, his pupils blown wide.
He leans forward and parts his lips. His tongue darts out, warm and wet, dragging across my palm to catch the sticky fluid.
I watch, captivated, as he tips his head and takes my index finger into his mouth.
He hollows his cheeks, sucking it clean, his eyes locked on mine the whole time.
He pulls off, letting out a soft wet sound, and moves to the next finger, swirling his tongue around the knuckle before sucking it deep.
“Fuck,” I curse, my voice rough.
I pull my hand away, grip his jaw, and crash my mouth against his. I kiss him hard, tasting his cum on his tongue, tilting his head to deepen the angle.
“You’re so hot,” I groan against his lips, my thumb stroking his cheek. “Now get dressed, babe. I’m driving you to work.”
I drop Jax off downtown before heading over to the training facility, but my head isn’t in it.
I’m supposed to be running hitting drills with the prospects today.
I stand behind the cage netting, watching guys take their swings, offering a critique here and there, but my brain keeps looping back to the bathroom this morning.
I can’t stop thinking about the way Jax looked in the tub, riding my dick with the water sloshing around his waist. The memory of his pretty face flushed pink from the steam, his hazel eyes half-shut in bliss as he bounced on my cock.
And then afterward, standing naked in our bedroom, dutifully parting his lips and slurping his cum off my fingers.
Just the thought of his wet tongue wrapping around my knuckle is enough to make my shorts an uncomfortably snug place to be.
I spend the entire morning walking around with a half-chub, adjusting my waistband and trying not to look like a creep while I pitch balls to a bunch of twenty-year-olds.
When my lunch break finally rolls around, I retreat to my private office and shut the door behind me. I just sit down at my desk with a protein shake when my phone buzzes on the desk. Jax’s name flashes on the screen.
I swipe to answer and kick my feet up onto the edge of the desk. “Hey baby, what’s going on?”
“Aiden,” he whines into the receiver. His voice is tight and breathless, pitching up in that needy way that goes straight to my dick. “I can’t do this.”
I chuckle, leaning back in my chair. “Can’t do what? Did you lose a customer in the stockroom?”
“The plug,” he groans. I can hear the rustle of clothing, like he’s shifting his weight from side to side in a tight space. “It’s bothering me so much. It’s driving me crazy.”
I grin, running a hand through my messy hair.
Ryker instituted the rule that Jax has to wear the plug to work every day, supposedly to keep our cum locked up inside him so we know nobody else is using him.
I figured the kid would get used to the feeling eventually.
Instead, the opposite is happening. Every shift he works, he just gets more keyed up and turned on by the constant pressure against his prostate.
He spends his whole day walking around the store stuffed full of one of our loads, turning into a frantic, horny mess by the time he clocks out.
“It’s supposed to bother you,” I tease, lowering my voice. “It’s supposed to remind you who you belong to.”
“It’s working,” he pants. “Aiden, please. I’ve had a boner for four hours. I’m hiding in the employee bathroom right now. My jeans are rubbing against my dick and I can’t even think straight enough to fold a goddamn sweater.”
Since I was the one who fucked him and plugged him this morning, I’m the only one who can grant him a reprieve. That’s another one of Ryker’s fun little rules. Whoever fills him is the one who empties him.
“You want to take it out?” I ask, letting the words drag out.
“Yes. Please. Just for a few minutes so I can jerk off.”
I consider it, glancing toward my locked office door. “Fine. You can take it out. But I want to see.”
Jax lets out a shaky breath. “Okay.”