Chapter Six #4
“Ah, shite—” I just about managed to gasp before John-Francis was up, grabbing hold of me by the harness and slamming me down onto the bed beneath him. It was rough, almost knocking the air from my lungs and yet I was alive with excitement.
The spindle from the headboard lay splintered on top of the pillows. Clearly it hadn’t been built with structural integrity in mind. Rookie mistake. John-Francis’s hands were still bound in the cuffs and yet he expertly manhandled me, pinning me down with his knees.
The low chuckle that rumbled through his chest got my heart racing. “Y’in trouble now.”
I felt the bed jostle as John-Francis snatched up the lube, clumsily flipping the cap.
It went everywhere, but I wasn’t in a position to be complaining.
Without a word, I felt John-Francis’s cock pressing against my hole and I buried my face into the sheets, biting down on the duvet a little as he slowly penetrated me.
Other than a bit of teasing, I hadn’t been prepped ahead of this, and it burnt, but in the best way.
I stilled, realising a moment too late that John-Francis’s cock was bare.
I was hit by a startling mixture of shock and elation.
It was risky and I knew we shouldn’t – whilst I was painfully attracted to John-Francis, I barely knew him.
Was he clean? How many other fellas had he barebacked?
Thoughts whizzed around my head, but as John-Francis steadily sunk his cock into me, I couldn’t find my voice.
“Jaysus feck,” John-Francis groaned at my back, pressing his hands against my back, holding me down. “That’s incredible, like. Ya’d ever done it bare before?”
I shuddered, shaking my head.
“Nah, me either, now,” he huffed.
In an instant my concerns were quashed. Sure, he could have been lying to me, but I knew he wasn’t.
He’d been keeping himself safe, flying under the radar his whole life from what I’d worked out about him.
He may have lived a risky lifestyle outside of the bedroom, but I truly believed this was the first time he’d ever trusted anyone enough to remove both the emotional barrier and the physical one.
After allowing me only a moment to acclimatise, John-Francis began steadily thrusting into me and I groaned into the bed sheets. It hurt, but in a way that I could swiftly become addicted to. Hell, I was sure I was already on my way.
There was no holding back, no waiting around, no teasing.
Both of us had well and truly had all we could take.
Soon enough, John-Francis was pounding into me, his skin slapping against mine and breathy moans coming with every pass.
With his weight still pressing down on me, my cock ground into the mattress.
It felt incredible, but it wasn’t going to be enough.
“Let me up,” I gasped, pushing back against John-Francis.
“Nah.”
“Feckin’— C’mon! Y’know this ain’t enough f’me,” I growled, my voice shaking.
“Ah, is it not, now?” John-Francis teased, not slowing his movements for even a second. “Wee shame, eh?”
He was getting his own back, just as promised and despite my frustrations, I laughed breathlessly.
“Y’feckin’ arsehole. Ya made y’point!”
“Mm, don’t think I have just yet, like,” he purred. “Y’gonna hold yourself still, let me come in ya, then I’ll let ya sort yourself out, aye?”
I couldn’t bring myself to reply outside of a hoarse moan as my hands gripped the sheets until my knuckles turned white. I was helpless but to lay there, being torturously edged, whilst John-Francis drove his pleasure forward.
“Feckin’ hell,” he hissed between his teeth, thrusts growing steadily faster and rougher. “Y’so feckin’ tight, it’s just—” He finished his sentence off with a moan.
I could tell by the way his breathing grew heavy, arms shaking as he continued to hold me down, that he was close now. Just thinking about him releasing inside me, flooding me with cum had my cock throbbing. I needed this to be over. I needed to come.
“Y’gonna give me y’cum?” I asked. “Fill me up, like?”
The ragged moan that came in response would be seared into my mind forever. He was almost there.
“C’mon,” I groaned. “Give it ta me.”
“Ronan, Jaysus…”
John-Francis stilled, his whole body tensing up and quivering as he came.
I could feel his cock, pulsing and jerking inside me and my own ached in response.
Taking advantage of John-Francis being out of his mind, I somehow summoned the strength to push myself up on shaking arms. With his cock still inside me, I managed to get up onto my knees, bending forward until my chest was against the bed.
My hand flew to my cock like a magnet and I gripped it, fisting it furiously.
It wasn’t going to take much, that I was sure of.
I was teetering on a knife edge, orgasm building… and yet I faltered as I felt John-Francis start to lazily rock his hips back and forth, his hand smoothing over my arse. It was just the push I needed.
I moaned something incoherent, muscles tensing up as I unravelled. I came so hard my vision tunnelled, heart beating out of my chest. My cock throbbed, spurting cum into my hand before dripping onto the sheets below.
“Feck,” John-Francis sighed. “That’s it, Jaysus…”
It seemed to last forever, pleasure glowing and rippling through my entire being until eventually exhaustion took over. I flopped forward and John-Francis eased himself out of me before clumsily rolling away. We lay side by side for a long moment, catching our breath and coming back down to earth.
When I was finally back in control of myself, I blinked, opening my eyes. I startled, surprised to see John-Francis already looking back at me. There was something new in his expression, something I didn’t recognise that made me simultaneously happy and nervous.
“What?” I asked, voice croaky. “What’re y’starin’ at wi’ that stupid look on y’face?”
John-Francis grinned. “What would ya say t’ the idea of me stayin’ in Appleby after the fair?”
I stilled, afraid to breathe. “What ‘bout Declan?”
John-Francis shrugged. “I’d be gettin’ the impression he wouldn’t be opposed ta stayin’ behind f’a bit neither, like. Y’shoulda seen him wi’ that wee settled girl tonight. He’s all in f’her, an’ I think I know the feelin’, like.”
It took me a moment to comprehend what he’d just said and I was unable to fight off a smile of my own. “Ya a wee fuckin’ romantic, aye?” I teased.
“Aye, well,” he chuckled. “Can be, like. not often moved ta it, but aye.”
“Soft as shite.” Though I was winding him up, I couldn’t deny the ache of happiness in my chest.
“Aye, whatever. Take the piss all y’like. What d’ya think?”
I smiled at him. “Aye, I’d be a’right wi’ that idea.”
John-Francis rolled into me, capturing my mouth with his own in a soft kiss. I returned it whole-heartedly.
“Y’fancy takin’ these things off, now?” he asked me between kisses, holding up his still-bound wrists.
Both of us smiled, our kiss turning to teeth and I backed off.
After fumbling with the latch, the cuffs fell slack and John-Francis threw them aside before leaning in, capturing my face between his hands, and kissing me once more.
“Y’up f’stayin’ again tonight, like?”
I simply nodded, afraid to voice how much I’d like to. Things had already turned mushy enough as it was.