JAMES #3
My fingers slide into his hair and our kiss grows messy—tongues tangle—I can’t get enough of him.
He’s overwhelming me and I’m completely wrapped up in him.
He grips my hips, fingers digging hard into my skin, demanding nothing less than everything I have to give.
The pace is relentless and has us both gasping in air between kisses.
I force myself to slow down. I wrench away from him, withdrawing completely—he growls in frustration and his hold on me tightens as he attempts to keep me where he wants me, where he needs me. But I smirk down at him.
“You don’t get to come yet, love,” I say gruffly. “Get on your hands and knees.”
Caspian’s hand automatically goes to his cock but I grab his wrist and pin it over his head.
“What did I tell you? No touching.”
He hums in approval and nips my jaw playfully before turning onto his stomach and shoving his hips up against me.
My face drops to his shoulder with a groan as my hard cock slides between his ass cheeks.
Instead of entering him, I trail a line of kisses down his back and sit on my heels, taking in the view before me.
“Beautiful,” I mutter.
“What—not cute or adorable?” He says breathlessly.
I reach out and tug on his cock, hard and dripping between his legs. He moans, pushing his hips back more, begging to be filled. I run my finger down his ass, pressing just the tip slowly in and out of his hole.
“No, when you’re like this for me, you’re so much more,” I say quietly.
I continue teasing him with my finger and lean in, sucking on his balls and stroking his shaft in slow, languid movements.
“Fuck, fuck—I’m so close,” he whines.
He can’t stay still, his hips push back against my face, and I suck harder until he shudders and hisses at the pain. His cock is leaking onto the bed under him.
“James—” He pleads. “I need to come—”
Vibrating with need, his body is slick with sweat—I tease him towards the edge and then back off again. He curses viciously, barely able to form the words.
“I’m going–to kill you,” he rasps.
I sink my teeth into his ass and he yelps, throwing me a glare over his shoulder.
I chuckle. “You’re not going to do anything unless I tell you.” I trail my tongue over my bite mark, my eyes blazing as they meet his. “Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” he whispers, the fire of his gaze smoldering into a seductive burn.
“Good boy.”
I run my lips lightly over his balls and further—my tongue flicks out and I drag it over his hole in a single swipe. His moan is muffled by the pillow his face is buried in as he lets out another string of curses.
“This tight hole drives me crazy,” I breathe.
Lining up behind him, I pull apart his ass and let spit fall from my mouth, smearing the head of my cock through it.
“Fuck, you take me so well, baby.”
I slowly enter him, watching him take me inch by inch. A strangled groan escapes past my parted lips at how overwhelmingly stunning he looks—muscled back glistening with sweat, defined arms over his head, fists digging into the sheets for dear life.
My hands slide to his hips and I feel my control slip. I slam into him, the pace vicious.
“Touch yourself, Cas,” I gasp.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His arm immediately disappears underneath him and he cries out in pleasure as I hit that spot inside him .
“Fuck—oh God, yes, James—” I can see his profile, eyes shut in ecstasy, lips parted as he pants out unintelligible words.
I curl my hand around his neck and yank him up, his back slams into my chest and my lips capture his aggressively. I moan into his mouth at how this new angle squeezes my cock. Caspian is frantically stroking his length, chasing the edge as I fuck him hard and fast.
“You going to come for me, Caspian?” I growl.
His eyes crack open, a sliver of blue ocean visible in the low light. I feel his ass squeeze tighter around my cock and I grunt out a curse.
“I’m going to come,” he pants against my lips.
“Please—can I—” His plea dissolves into gruff whimpers and moans, utter rapture written all over his face.
Pleasure surges through me at his begging and I grip his hair tightly, holding his face close where I can watch everything play across his features.
He’s trembling in my arms from the effort to hold himself back. The look of open trust and vulnerability in his eyes has my chest tight. I want nothing more than to watch him fall apart in my arms—to surrender to everything, to surrender to us.
“Fuck—come, baby, come now.”
It’s like the words are a fuse, lighting up the air between us.
Caspian presses against me and with a cry and many unintelligible words, he plummets off the edge.
My arms grip him steady, holding him as he writhes against me.
The look on his face is divine, head tipped up to the heavens, swollen lips parted in relief.
His pleasure sends me into my own release and I spill deep in his ass, thrusting through the waves until all I feel is him.
I don’t know how long it lasts but it seems to go on forever, longer than any orgasm I’d ever had before and infinitely more powerful.
He is mine —and yet the meaning of that escapes me as I come back down to earth. Even so, I feel its essence burrow deep into my soul, digging in roots that clutch at things I didn’t know I could feel and leaving me with the echo of the truth; there is nothing but this—there is nothing but us .