Chapter Eight
John-Francis
I dropped the bag in my hand to the floor with a thud that shook the caravan and kicked it away. Ronan did the same, albeit a little more gingerly as glass bottles clinked against one another inside. The handles were barely out of his hand before I’d grabbed him roughly.
With a soft laugh, he allowed me to manhandle him, and I backed him against one of the kitchen counters before grasping him by the arse and sitting him on the edge of it.
I dove forward, snatching his face covering and pulling it down whilst doing the same with my own before hungrily crushing my mouth against his.
Ronan melted into me immediately with a low groan, returning the kiss just as feverishly.
It was messy, deep, and full of desire, and somehow touched parts of me that I’d never known were there.
Ronan set fire to me in a way I was swiftly becoming addicted to, and I felt my patience quickly unravelling.
Without a word, Ronan slipped down from the counter back to his feet. Between frantic kisses, we stripped off layers and sooner than I’d realised, I was clambering onto the bed after him, completely naked.
Ronan was first to break our kiss, shifting up the bed and getting himself comfortable.
I sat back on my haunches, taking a moment to look at him.
He was stunning, handsome face flushed with that fucking perfect, muscular body laid out before me.
When he spread his thighs, unable to keep his hand from stroking his hard cock, I grinned at him.
When I shuffled in on my knees and leant over him, Ronan let me capture his mouth in a kiss once more as he continued to play with himself.
“Y’know, ya don’t always have ta be the one takin’ the poundin’ if ya don’t fancy it, like,” I murmured between kisses.
Ronan didn’t immediately respond, and his hesitation had my lips curling into a smirk.
“Unless o’ course y’prefer it this way? Was just a wee suggestion, I’m not complainin’, now. ”
Still Ronan didn’t answer me and a frustrated groan fell from his lips as I backed off, ghosting my mouth over his, narrowly evading him, preventing him from being able to deepen our kiss once more.
“C’mon, now,” I rasped. “Tell me, what y’thinkin’? Y’wanna swap or nah?”
“Nah,” he finally croaked and I grinned at him, sitting back.
After swatting Ronan’s hand away, I wrapped my own around the base of both of our cocks. I spat a glob of saliva into the other hand, bringing it down to stroke us in unison. Ronan was watching me intently, his brows furrowed with pleasure.
“Y’lovin’ takin’ me dick, eh?” I breathed, enjoying the way my words made Ronan’s abs flex. “Y’addicted, aye?”
I paused my touching just long enough to spit on our cocks for a second time, this time focusing in on the sensitive tips.
I cupped my palm over them, gently circling it around and around.
My breath caught in my throat – it felt so fucking good, and when Ronan jerked beneath me, his whole body trembling, I knew he agreed.
“Jaysus,” he moaned between clenched teeth as he seemed to flinch and jolt with every brush of my palm against him. “Feck me, th-that’s—” A moan slipped from him, interrupting his train of thought.
“Y’pretty sensitive, aye?” I teased with a smirk, deliberately stroking him with a little more purpose.
When Ronan practically jumped up off the bed, I felt his thighs flex around me, and he fought my hands away with a breathless laugh.
“That’s too much,” he whispered. “I can’t take it, like.”
“A’right,” I replied, still smirking. I leant over, stretching across the bed to grab the lube, deciding at the last minute to forgo the johnny again. I slathered a generous amount onto my length before carefully slipping a finger inside Ronan.
I didn’t hang about, and when Ronan lifted his hips up to me, I knew he was at the end of his patience too. Our heavy breaths were loud in the quiet of the caravan. I positioned my cock at Ronan’s hole and when he widened his legs, I pushed forward.
My cock slipped inside, the lubricant minimising the slight resistance, and both Ronan and I groaned in unison.
I eased my weight over him, and once my cock was as deep as I could get it, I lowered myself down until I was pressed up against Ronan, chest to chest, with my weight in my elbows.
Due to our height difference, I had to curl my lower back, but it was worth it to be able to gaze at his face, to watch every flicker of his expression as I slowly started to fuck him.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever held eye contact with anyone quite like this.
It should have been uncomfortable, knowing Ronan was observing me in much the same way as I was doing to him, and yet the vulnerability of that didn’t seem to faze me.
Usually, I’d have baulked at the idea, pushed him away, kept things cool and indifferent…
and yet I couldn’t break this spell. When my pace increased a little, driving my cock into Ronan faster and firmer, his head fell back with a low groan.
“It’s good, aye?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper as we shared breaths.
“F-feck, so good,” he replied, lashes fluttering.
I’d meant what I’d said to Ronan – I was happy to change things up, to take a turn at being the one to be fucked if he’d wanted it, but I couldn’t deny how much I fucking loved that Ronan was into taking me like this.
It made me feel confident, empowered in a way I never had been before…
Ronan wanted this from me, he liked taking whatever I gave to him and that turned me on beyond belief.
“Feck, y’look so feckin’ perfect takin’ me,” I gasped, thrusting a little harder. “Swear I could watch y’feckin’ face all damn night. I’d never be gettin’ enough.”
Ronan treated me to one of those soft, needy moans that sent electric shocks of arousal shooting through me. With a grunt of effort, I roughly took his mouth with my own, kissing him passionately.
Some of the impatience from earlier in the night returned and I soon found myself driving my cock into Ronan in deep, long strokes. He tensed up beneath me, breaths heavy and shaking as he fought to contain himself before ripping his mouth from mine.
“Feck,” he cried, a real desperation in his voice now. “Right there, Jaysus!”
It was mind-blowing how four words could catapult my desire to new heights. I groaned, though it was more akin to a growl, and pounded into him harder and faster still.
“Y’like that?” I leant in closer, bringing my mouth to his ear and delighting in the roughness of his stubble as it grated against my own. “Y’gonna come f’me, pretty boy? Come wi’ me cock in y’arse an’ give me a show, aye?”
Ronan shuddered violently beneath me. Before I’d had a chance to think, he shoved me roughly, pushing me away from him and quick as a flash, I felt his hand around my throat.
“I’ll give ya a feckin’ wee show alright,” he snarled at me, darting forward to sink his teeth into my lip.
The pain and surprise distracted me, a lewd moan slipping free as Ronan overpowered me.
My back hit the mattress, knocking the wind from me a little.
I was dazed, confused… but when Ronan sat up, steadying himself with a hand against the wall behind the headboard I realised what he meant to do.
He was perched on top of me, my cock still inside him.
When he took his weight in his thighs and steadily began to bounce up and down… I nearly lost it.
“F-feck,” I moaned, teeth clenched and bared. “That’s it, feckin’ hell, that’s so good!”
Ronan was completely in charge of the pace, the depth, the rhythm…
It was the definition of topping from the bottom, something I’d never experienced before, but I knew from that moment I’d forever be chasing it.
I was pinned beneath him, helpless but to let him fuck me the way he wanted to and when Ronan set about deep, long strokes I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.
“Feck, that’s gonna finish me off, like,” I spluttered, unable to tear my eyes from Ronan’s. “It’s too good. Too God damn good!”
“Come in me,” he groaned, breathless from the exertion. “Y’gonna give it ta me? Fill me up, like?”
“Ronan, feck, I—” I trailed off, climax building at the base of my shaft. There was no holding this back, not with the way Ronan was driving my cock back and forth, unrelenting.
“Ronan, I…?” he asked, teasing me, mocking me with a playful smirk. My body began to tremble. “Go on, say what y’need ta, like. What was it? Ronan, I can’t take any more? Ronan, I’m gonna feckin’ come? Ronan, I—”
I tensed up, thighs quaking. I screwed my eyes shut and with a desperate moan, I let go.
“Feck! Ronan, I feckin’ love ya!”
The orgasm seemed to last a lifetime. I’d never come so hard in my whole life.
I could barely breathe, barely think, as my body emptied itself into Ronan’s.
My cock jerked and pulsed endlessly. Even the cramp in my foot wasn’t enough to distract me from this.
The pleasure was all-consuming, fucking maddening… It was everything.
Ronan mercifully slowed his movements, though he continued to languidly roll his hips up and down as he pulled the last dregs of my climax from me.
When I eventually fell slack, coated in sweat and breathing hard, he sank down on my length until it was buried inside him.
I wasn’t sure how long we remained that way and I jolted when I felt Ronan lean in over me and rest his damp forehead against mine.
“Y’love me enough ta finish me off wi’ that craic’er wee mouth o’ yas?”
He didn’t need to ask me twice, and when I nodded Ronan allowed my semi-hard cock to slip from inside him and crawled up on his knees until his cock was in my face. He pressed the head, salty with precum, against my lips and I eagerly opened up, sucking on him like I’d die without it.