20. Jax #3
“Jax,” he warns in a strangled cry, and the sound of my name in that wrecked tone makes me smile against his skin.
“I’m close,” he warns between cries. “I’m gonna…you’re going to make me…” He tugs at my hair, but I keep going.
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod,” he chants as his entire body tightens and he threads his other hand in my hair.
Instead of trying to push me away, he’s pulling me closer. I let go of his hips and hold just under his knees to keep his legs up and his body open.
Myles’s cries are nothing more than choked sobs as he starts shaking under me.
His cock is rock hard and bobbing in the air, and beads of precum slide down his shaft as he leaks for me.
He’s close, and I want his orgasm more than I want my own as I drive my tongue into him over and over again, fucking him with it the way I usually fuck him with my cock.
He goes completely still and silent, then he erupts, cock spurting as he comes for me and cries out my name in a strangled sob that sends a pulse of need through me.
When I finally lift my mouth from him, he’s lying on the bed in a boneless heap. His chest heaves as he drags in ragged breaths, and his torso is covered with ribbons of cum.
“Holy shit,” he mutters and slides his gaze down to meet mine. “I didn’t know I could do that. That was…wow.” He giggles, then slaps his hand over his mouth as a shocked expression replaces his giddy one.
I huff out a laugh at the move. He didn’t seem to mind screaming for me while I had my tongue in his ass, but he’s decided that giggling is a step too far.
Curiously, I run my finger through the mess on his stomach. I’ve never had the urge to taste cum before, but I want to know what he tastes like.
Myles’s eyes widen as I suck my finger clean.
It tastes how I expect it to: a little salty with hints of musk and an aftertaste I can’t quite place. But there are undertones of something dark and wild, something that I instinctively know is unique to him.
“You taste good,” I tell him and grip the base of his dick in my hand.
He might have just come, but he’s already half hard as I hold him in place and run my tongue along the ridge of his crown.
He cries out and buries his hands in my hair as I move over him, taking a bit more of him with each bob of my head. There’s something incredibly hot about being able to feel him getting harder as I suck him, and I reluctantly pull off when he’s rock hard again.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he mumbles dazedly as I sit back on my heels. “How many times have you done that?” He shakes his head. “No, wait, don’t tell me. I don’t need to know how you got so good at that.”
“You want to know how many guys I’ve fucked?” I ask. “How many I’ve put my mouth on?” Not taking my eyes off him, I run my finger through more of the mess still on his chest, then bring it to his mouth.
He opens for me without prompting, and I slip my finger between his lips.
“One,” I tell him as he sucks on my finger and curls his tongue around it.
His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open in shock.
I pull my finger out of his mouth and run it along his lower lip. “You’re the only one.”
“How is that possible?” he whispers.
“How is it possible that you’re the only guy I’ve been with?”
He nods.
“Because you’re the only one I’ve ever wanted.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a packet of lube.
He licks his lips as I tear it open with my teeth.
“I’ve never been with a guy before you either,” he says as I dribble some of the cool liquid onto my fingers.
That makes me pause. “Not at all?”
He shakes his head.
I’ve never bought into the rhetoric that first times should be special or that virginity is a gift you give to someone, but does he think that way? Did Myles miss out on something he’s always wanted when he let me take his virginity with a rough fuck in the woods?
The idea that I’m his only guy is incredibly hot, and it makes my inner caveman happy, but I don’t like the idea that I might have robbed him of something he wanted to experience.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. “Did I say something wrong? Should I not have told you that?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong.” I rub my fingers together to warm up the lube before it can slide right off my hand. “That first night in the woods?—”
“Was exactly what I wanted it to be,” he interrupts. “You told me what would happen, and I prepped. I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t want it.”
I’m not entirely convinced, but I take him at his word and rub my slippery fingers against his hole.
He moans and spreads his legs for me, and I press my finger against his softened entrance.
He makes encouraging sounds as I open him up with one, then two fingers, but shakes his head when I start to slip a third into him.
“I like when I can still feel you after,” he says when I pause.
Groaning, I pull my fingers out of him and tear open my pants. My dick is so hard it swings up and slaps me in the stomach when I push them down, and I quickly strip them and my socks and shoes off, then climb back over him and settle between his spread thighs.
He reaches for me, but I push his hand away and pick up the lube packet from where I dropped it on the bed.
He shoots me a confused look. “You don’t want me to touch you?”
“Not this time.” I pour the rest of the lube over my shaft and give myself a few strokes to slick myself up. “I need to fuck you before I lose my goddamn mind.”
That makes him smile, and he’s still smiling when I guide my cock to his waiting hole and press my head against it.
Fucking him in the woods was hot as hell, but it has nothing on being able to watch his face like this.
The look of anticipation in his eyes transforms to one of wonder as I push into him and shifts into pure bliss as I slowly sink into him until my thighs brush his ass.
He arches into me, and I roll my hips in a long, slow thrust. I don’t take my eyes off him as I fuck him, gradually going faster until I’m slinging into him so hard he slides up on the bed with every thrust.
He wraps his legs around my thighs, locking me against him, and greedily runs his hands over my back and sides as he explores my body. I let him have his fun, enjoying the trails of fire he leaves as he rakes his nails over my skin and digs his fingers into my muscles.
Something flares in his eyes, almost like a silent challenge, as he slides his hands to my ass and squeezes hard enough that my rhythm falters.
“Challenge accepted,” I tell him in a low voice.
He grins and opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but I don’t give him the chance. He cries out in protest when I pull out of him, but that cry turns into one of pleasure as I flip him over and put him on his hands and knees.
He immediately arches his back, showing off his full ass and thick thighs as I get behind him and grip his hips.
I’m not gentle as I drive into him, and Myles meets me thrust for thrust as he pushes back on me and begs me to go harder and faster.
The bed is shaking so hard the heavy headboard is slamming into the wall, ensuring there’s no way anyone in our vicinity won’t immediately know what we’re doing.
That thought tickles the possessive bastard in me who wants everyone to know that Myles is mine and that I’ve claimed him.
Just because I know he likes it and not because I’m worried about the added noise, I yank him up so he’s on his knees. Slipping one arm around his waist, I lock him against me and cover his mouth with my other hand to stifle his cries.
He immediately sags back and rests his head on my shoulder as he grips the arm I have around him, keeping me in place as I fuck him as hard and fast as I can.
I can usually outlast Myles without too much struggling, but tonight is a different story. I’m already getting close, and I’m not about to finish without wringing a second orgasm out of him.
Holding him tight against me, I spin us around and knee-walk to the edge of the bed. I sit down on the side of the mattress with him on my lap and my feet planted firmly on the ground.
My dick fell out of him while we were getting into the new position, and he reaches between us and slips me back inside him as soon as I set him on my lap.
Once I’m settled, I thread my arms under his legs, then pull them up so his thighs are against his chest, and I can lock my hands around the back of his neck in a full-nelson hold.
His cry is full of shock and excitement as I lean back so I have enough leverage to thrust up into him at the same time I pull him down so I’m fucking him as deep as I can possibly go.
The position feels amazing, and the amount of control it gives me over him is as incredible as being inside him, but I know I won’t be able to hold it for too long.
I’ve got about two inches of height and forty or so pounds of muscle on him, but he’s still tall and solid and heavy enough that lifting him like this is going to tire me out way sooner than I want it to.
I hold out for as long as I can, but I’m forced to pull out of him after only a few minutes. He makes a garbled sound of protest when I release my hold on him, but it’s cut off when I toss him onto the bed and lie between his spread thighs so we’re back the way we started.
He looks utterly wrecked with his flushed skin and wild eyes. I can tell he’s close by how tight he’s getting around me, and I jam my hand between our bodies so I can grip his cock as I seal our mouths together in a deep kiss.
I give him a few hard strokes as I kiss him with as much heat and passion as I can manage. I’m seconds away from losing it when he stiffens under me, then his ass clamps down around my cock, and he comes, his dick pulsing and shooting over my hand.
My orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball, and the world blinks out for a few seconds as I empty deep inside him.
I’ve never almost blacked out from sex before, not even when we were in the woods, and it takes a few moments for the haze of my release to fade enough for my thoughts to clear.
When it does, I carefully roll us over so I’m on my back and can hold Myles against my chest. He snuggles into me and lets out the cutest sigh as I run one hand through his hair and let him enjoy the afterglow.