2. Blake #2
“Save enough for me to fuck you later.” Jace props his feet on the mattress and leans back, slowly stroking his sex as he watches me move toward him.
I squirt lube on my fingers and press them against his hole.
It puckers from the cool gel but relaxes as my fingers warm it up, pulling a contented sigh from his lips as I circle the tight star.
Between the slow, measured way his hand slides along his dick, and the glistening ring in front of me, I’m not sure where to look as I slip a finger inside.
I settle on his hand, gliding languidly along his shaft, and match the pace of my finger to the rhythm he’s setting.
When the resistance starts to fade, I add another finger, stretching him as gently as I can.
“Good?” I check in when I hear a soft moan.
“Amazing.” His hips chase his fist before pressing down on my fingers, doing their best to seek out as much friction as possible.
As I work him Jace swivels his hips, straining to take me deeper. The sight of him laid out for me, eyelids fluttering closed in bliss, has my cock dripping with need from where it hangs heavily between my legs. I give it a quick tug to relieve the building pressure.
I add another finger, scissoring him open, then curl them to rub his prostate.
Jace’s knees fall open and his hips lift off the mattress as I coax those sensitive nerves to life.
The hand stroking his cock falters before pinching the base of his dick to hold his release at bay, which has mine twitching in anticipation.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck, that’s good. Give me your cock, now.”
I withdraw my fingers, cover my dick, and coat it with lube, wishing for the first time in my life it wasn’t covered in a condom. Maybe one day, if I find a guy who isn’t just passing through town.
Using my hands, I spread Jace wide and press against his opening, sliding back and forth between his cheeks with exaggerated restraint. “Good?”
“Not yet. I need you inside me.” He lifts his head up to meet my gaze with a heated look of his own. The desire in his nearly black eyes almost makes me lose control. Almost .
I grip the base of my dick and push forward steadily, ready to pull back at the first sign of discomfort.
But Jace doesn’t resist, wiggling against me as if that could force me deeper.
I don’t breathe until I’m fully seated, and even then, the pressure surrounding my cock is so mind-blowing it’s hard to fill my lungs with air.
While this is far from the first time I’ve been inside another man, there’s something different about being inside this man.
Maybe it’s the fact we sort of had a date earlier, or at the very least shared a conversation before the clothes came off.
Or maybe it’s because what I said during that conversation is more honest than I’ve ever been with another person.
Hell, I was more honest with Jace than I am with myself half the time.
Either way, despite knowing tonight is all about convenience and timing, same as every other encounter I’ve had, there’s no doubt in my mind this one will be seared into my memory in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I’m kind of marveling over the physical and mental euphoria of being inside Jace when I hear his strained voice. “Move.”
Rolling my hips back gently, I slide out and press forward until I can’t go any deeper.
Even with the interference of the condom, the friction is mind-blowing.
Jace’s tight ass bears down on me so completely it’s hard to move even with the lube to ease the glide.
Still, I repeat the motion, driving slow and deep so I don’t hurt him when I reach the point where I can’t hold back.
There’s no relief. No gap in the force bearing down on me as I piston forward and back. No opportunity to let go and let myself feel, otherwise I’m likely to lose the tenuous control I have over my body, and the last thing I want to do is leave this man unsatisfied.
My only saving grace is that Jace seems to have as little restraint as I do, panting erratically as he squeezes his cock in his fist to help relieve the ache I’m sure is building there.
“Faster,” he whispers as he starts tugging on his junk.
“Let me.” I kneel on the bed and push his hand away so I can pump him in rhythm with my thrusts.
Damn he feels good in my fist. It’s a selfish gesture—I hope concentrating on his pleasure will keep me from finding my own too soon—but as a bonus it frees him to fully receive every ounce of gratification I’m capable of giving him.
As an added bonus, I’ll get to feel his release on my cock and in my hand.
The thought alone has me biting back the urge to thrust like an animal. I love feeling a hard cock shatter in my fist, the warm release trickling over my fingers. There’s something so primal about it, about knowing it’s my hand, my grip, my tempo, that overloads his senses in the most carnal way .
What begins as slow and steady quickly turns frantic and desperate, both of us too amped up and needy to take our time.
My fist smacks against Jace’s groin each time I bottom out, our balls slapping together as I try to plunge deeper.
A stubborn burn creeps into my stomach and thighs as I drive my cock into Jace, the constant strain on my muscles testing my endurance.
But I don’t relent. The promise of an orgasm is a powerful motivator.
“Squeeze hard. I like it tight,” Jace pants, turning his pleasure over to me. It’s a heady thrill, knowing he trusts me to make his body erupt, and something about that sends me spiraling.
“Oh shit,” I cry as I pound into him, my fist shuttling over his cock in frantic, desperate strokes. “I’m close. Tell me you’re with me.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when tiny contractions kiss the length of my cock, and his dick starts to throb in my fist. Hot, white liquid spurts from the head a smattering landing on his sexy abs while the rest trickles down my fingers just the way I craved.
The sight of his release triggers my own, my spine arching as an electric current spears through my cock.
It pulses inside him, the tremors magnified by the tight channel surrounding it.
Pleasure like I’ve never felt ripples from my core to my limbs, stealing my ability to move them.
All I can do is revel in the ecstasy flowing through me until it runs its course.
Holy hell – whatever that was, I want more.