Chapter 18
TYLER
In the end I manage to doze off, my subconscious conjuring up a dream that feels like the continuation of reality. In the dream, I’m fucking Jamie again, only this time he’s on top. Riding my cock as though he needs it more than he needs air.
Even as the dream starts to fade and I’m waking up, I can still feel the delicious friction and warmth of him sinking down on my cock over and over. I can still hear his moans. I can still—
Wait a sec.
My eyes fly open. Jamie’s not on top of me—that was a dream. We’re in the same position we fell asleep in. I stare at the back of his bedhead before moving my gaze lower. Where we’re still joined.
Where Jamie is pumping his hips and fucking himself on my cock.
That’s definitely not a dream.
“Jamie? What—”
“More.” He throws his ass back, my whole length sinking into him. It must nail his prostate, because a loud cry punches out of him. “Please. Need more.”
I can’t move, my brain refusing to interpret what’s happening and produce an appropriate reaction.
I can only stare at the place where my cock gets swallowed by Jamie’s greedy ass.
God, the squelching sounds are next level of filthy.
No fucking wonder, since my cum is still inside him. And now he’s trying to get more.
“T-Tyler, please.”
The sound of my name snaps me out of the weird trance, but I’m torn. Jamie is obviously still feeling needy, but I’m mindful of the hard pounding he got just a few hours ago. Still, I want to give him what he wants.
I grab his waist to keep him in place, then pull out halfway before sliding back in. Slow. Deep. I test the angles, grinning when I find one that makes him particularly loud, and aim every thrust at it. I keep the pace slow but relentless. Really making him feel it.
I kiss his shoulder, then give it a playful nip.
The slower pace allows me to focus on the rest of him, not just his ass.
Which is great because Jamie is fucking beautiful.
I noticed this before, but his skin is so soft, like he moisturizes ten times a day.
He still smells so sweet, despite having sweated a lot, and it makes my mouth water.
I lick a long stripe up his neck, as if I can taste it.
I only taste salt, but knowing it’s Jamie’s, it tastes freaking delicious.
His neck must be an erogenous zone, because he keens, turning his head in a way that gives me better access. Naturally, I take full advantage.
I shower him with kisses while I continue pumping into him. He tightens around me whenever I kiss behind his ear, and the discovery has a swell of pride rising inside me. I might as well have made a breakthrough scientific breakthrough.
“You enjoying that?” I whisper into his ear. “Nice and slow?”
“Y-yeah.”
He reaches for my hand on his waist and moves it lower. It bumps his dick, but before I can close my hand around him—which is what I assume he wants me to do—he guides it to his lower stomach.
“I can feel you everywhere. You’re so deep.” He presses on my hand at the same time I bury my cock in him.
“Jesus. This is crazy.” I laugh hysterically. “I can actually feel my cock through your skin.” I don’t know if it’s because he’s thin or because I’m big, or if it’s the combination. All I know is that it’s never happened to me before.
And that it’s really fucking hot.
I keep my hand there as I continue fucking him. He seems to like the added pressure too, moaning up a storm.
“So good. So deep. Love how full I feel.”
Christ. It’s like he can’t get enough of me.
I can relate.
With a dark growl, I hook his top leg into the crook of my elbow, opening him up.
“You wanna be full, little bunny? I’m gonna give you another load. Ready for that?” I thrust in hard.
Jamie cries out, his head falling back against my chest. “Yes! Please. I want it.”
My concern for his comfort suddenly forgotten, I set a fast, rough pace.
My balls slap against his ass with each thrust, and they pull up as my orgasm approaches.
I thrust even faster when I feel myself toeing the edge, and it takes less than ten seconds before my cock erupts.
I bury myself up to the hilt, making sure he gets the full load, nothing dribbling out.
“There.” I grind my hips in a circle, slowly releasing his leg. “All yours, little bunny.”
Jamie whimpers, tremors running through him. I try not to panic when I hear sniffling. When I look at his face, I can see he’s started crying.
Too late. I’m panicking.
I hold him tighter. “Jamie, what’s wrong?”
A glance down tells me he’s already come, his release splattered over his belly and the sheets. Is he crashing after an orgasm? It’d make sense, this was intense. Everything we’ve done has been.
It takes him a while before he can answer. “Y-yeah. It’s just…so good. I’ve never…” His body jolts with a hiccup. “Never thought I’d have this.”
I might be projecting, but something tells me it’s not just the sex he’s talking about. But I have no interest in interrogating him right now.
I kiss his sweaty nape, then rest my chin on it. “Well, you do now. So take whatever you need. I’m here. Not going anywhere.”
He continues crying quietly, and while it shatters me a bit, I remind myself it’s just an emotional release. That he’s happy right now, happy in my arms.
I hold him until he drifts off again.
I hold him after that too.