Jack #2
“Fuck that.” Alex smacked the hand away and snatched the bottle, slicking up his own fingers before kneeling between Jack’s spread legs again. Two cool fingers pushed at his hole, and the other lubed hand wrapped around the semi that Jack was already sporting. “You’re mine now, cowboy.”
He reached for his hat and placed it on Alex’s head. Taking in the perfect sight of the Adonis before him, he let himself fall back into the mattress. “Been thinking about that all night.”
Alex’s tongue poked out of his mouth, a flash of pink wetting his lips before the bottom one rolled between his teeth. Adjusting the hat, he pushed two fingers into Jack’s hole. “Being fucked by me wearing nothing but your hat, huh?”
“A sight to behold, little cowboy.” Those tantalising fingers pushed deeper and curled, tapping his prostate and drawing a groan from deep in his chest. His head lolled back, and he had trouble keeping his eyes on the god between his legs.
“Oh, please tell me you’re going to come for me again.” The words only made his spine tingle worse, ruthless fingers hitting his sweet spot until he saw stars. “You looked so fucking hot when I sucked the life out of you.”
“Alex,” he hissed, trying to squirm away.
A firm hand flattened across his stomach, only succeeding in adding more pressure to the sensitive gland inside his ass. “Are you trying to get away from me, sugar?” He tsked his tongue. “I told you, you’re mine now.”
With that Alex’s head dipped down, tongue darting to catch a drop of precum dripping from Jack’s slit.
Oh, shit. He was close, and in big fucking trouble. How the fuck was he supposed to last when Alex had such a deliciously dirty mouth. His thighs shook as Alex’s tongue ran down his length and a third finger stretched him open.
“Fucking hell, you’re needy, aren’t you? You’re taking me so well.”
Jack’s insides melted, his heart racing as his cock disappeared into that filthy mouth.
He needed to fucking see it, couldn’t take his eyes off as he combed Alex’s hair back again.
Lips curled into a sinful smirk, palm smoothing over his stomach as he was taken to the back the hot throat.
He’d barely recovered from his first orgasm when those damn fingers assaulted his sweet spot again.
Alex’s mouth wasn’t any help either, throat contracting and no sign of a gag reflex in sight.
Jack couldn’t help his hips from rocking into the wet heat, his orgasm already tingling the bottom of his spine.
Alex didn’t relent, eyes watching him closely and smile brightening as Jack fought for any glimpse of his sanity.
His fight was in vain, his cock swelling and pulsing.
Every nerve in his body was on fire as Alex dragged his second climax out of him, groans turning to begging sounds as his balls tightened and cum burst from his slit.
This time, Alex pulled off and sat up, watching as the clear liquid sprayed all over Jack’s stomach and chest, hot and sticky.
“Such a pretty mess,” Alex praised, pulling his fingers out and smearing the cum into Jack’s skin with his other hand. “I definitely need to see that again.”
“Again?” he panted, his mind unable to form any coherent thought or protest.
“Is that not why you let me steal your hat?” The god before him arched his back and tilted his head slightly, lifting his cum-soaked fingers to his lips. “You’ll feel so good coming all around my cock.”
Jack could only stare as Alex licked his fingers clean, swirling his tongue around the digits to lap up every drop.
Then he slicked up his cock, taking his time with slow, measured strokes.
Alex was thick and long, and needing to feel him, Jack reached down.
Alex’s hand moved, veins rigid as he fisted the length.
Jack couldn’t wait to have him and guided Alex’s cock to his entrance.
“You want me that desperately?”
“I do.” Then with his eyes meeting Alex’s he resulted to something he’d never done before: begging. “Please.”
“How could I say no to that?”
With a slow roll of his hips, Alex pressed through.
Jack breathed through the burn, and the man above him inched forward with slow, measured thrusts.
Alex braced himself on the pillow and took him in a kiss.
Groans were fed and swallowed, and the sound of skin against skin soon filled the air.
He grabbed the juicy ass he’d been fantasising about all evening, urging Alex to thrust deeper—harder.
His cock hardened once more, trapped between the two of them.
The kiss turned frantic, tongues fighting for a taste and teeth gritting and biting along lips. It didn’t take long for Alex to grow as desperate as he felt, thrusts growing erratic.
Desperate, Jack’s hand pushed between them, fisting his cock, needing to come for the man one more time.
“You’re going to make yourself come for me?”
Instead of answering, he grabbed Alex’s nape and pulled him back down into the kiss. He was so fucking close and when he felt Alex tense and his cock spill, Jack crashed over the edge for a third time.
With greedy eyes, Alex sat up and watched the cum spurt out of Jack.
“Such a beautiful mess. And this,” he pulled out, catching the leaking cum with two fingers, “so fucking delicious.” Alex smeared and mixed their cum over Jack’s stomach before leaning in for another, much more tender kiss. “Don’t move.”
Still gasping for air and his sanity, Jack stared after that gorgeous body as it disappeared into the bathroom. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”
With a chuckle, Alex returned with a damp and a dry cloth, kneeling beside Jack and cleaning his torso. And he was so fucking tender as well, eyes oddly soft as he ensured to get up every drop. When Jack tried to reach for the dry cloth, Alex smacked his hand away once more.
When Alex was satisfied with Jack’s cleanliness, he crawled into bed and pulled a blanket over the both of them. Jack didn’t fight it, nor the sleep. He barely even opened his eyes when Alex’s body curled against his back.
When he woke up, it was still dark, blackout curtains holding their ground against the early-morning sun. He stretched and saw that the bed was empty. Sitting up, he found his clothes neatly folded on the nightstand, with a note tucked under the brim of his hat.
Good morning cowboy,
I had to head out, but you looked too peaceful to disturb.
The coffee machine is all yours and there is a proper smoothie waiting for you in the fridge.
Alexander
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