Chapter 9 #2
I settled between his legs, lazily dragging my cock along his stomach as I kissed and sucked on his neck.
At least for tonight, he was mine, and I was going to make it very obvious that he was.
I left hickeys and bite marks down his neck and onto his chest. His hands were all over my back, scratching and grabbing and pulling and pushing, like he wasn’t sure what he wanted—he just wanted it. Needed it.
Needed me.
When I pulled away, he whined. “I need the lube, baby.” I grabbed it and a condom from my nightstand drawer. Once I was back between his legs, I pulled on his hips and pushed his legs back until his hole was perfectly on display for me, exactly the way I needed it.
He took the first finger like it was nothing.
I watched his neck stretch as he leaned his head back, moaning and clenching around me.
I made it slow. I made it torturous. I ran my other hand up and down his inner thighs, ghosting past his hard, leaking dick without ever fully touching it.
His stomach muscles quivered as I gave him a second finger, spreading them inside of him to stretch his hole.
I knew it was killing him. Jack liked it hard. He liked it rough. He liked the stretch and the first few bites of pain to be matched with sharp, punctuated thrusts. But I didn’t want that. Not right now. I took my time stretching him open, watching as he slowly started to lose himself.
I leaned forward as much as I could, running a hand up his shaft, onto his stomach, and up to his chest. “Jerk yourself, Jackson.”
“Please, Forrest. Give me another. I can handle it. I need you.”
“No.”
He whimpered, biting his lip. “I’m not going to last.”
“Then don’t.”
He hesitated at first but finally took himself in his hand, stroking slowly.
Leaning down, I wrapped my free hand around his throat and slowed my fingering to almost a complete stop.
I didn’t apply any pressure. I held his throat in my hand and watched his reaction to it.
His ass clenched around me, and his eyes squeezed shut.
Was he remembering what I’d told him earlier?
I pushed a third finger into him, twisting them until I found what I needed. Jack yelped and bucked, pushing his throat against my hand. I pulled back a little so it wouldn’t add pressure and pumped my fingers in and out of him a lot quicker than before.
“Please. Please, please, please. I need it.” He wasn’t looking at me. He wasn’t looking at anything. He was too damn lost to know anything else existed.
He was ready.
I fumbled with the condom for a second, my hand slippery with lube. Once I had it open, I slid it on, positioned myself, and sank the first couple of inches into him.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. Holy fucking shit, you’re so fucking big, holy fuck.” Jack was mumbling, his back arching off the bed with pleasure.
“I’ll make sure you don’t forget how big I am this time.
” He was tight at first, and I was sure it was painful for a moment.
I let a minute pass before inching in further, reveling in how his ass took me greedily.
I had to bite my lip to keep from thrusting into him in one go, holding my composure as much as possible.
The moment my hips met his ass, I bent down, leaving only enough room between us for his hand.
He’d stopped stroking himself. “Keep going, Jackson,” I whispered.
“Put your other hand on my shoulder.” I waited until he did, his nails digging into my shoulder blade.
“Remember how to safe word if you can’t speak? ”
“Tap.”
“Tap three times, okay?”
“Yes. Okay. Just please fuck me.”
That, I could do very easily. I placed a palm over his mouth. “Take a deep breath, sweetie.” His eyes widened, but he obeyed, inhaling deep through his nose. And then I shifted the edge of my palm until it covered his nostrils, pushing them together a bit.
I’d taken his breath.
He started jerking himself faster.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head.
He whimpered beneath my palm, the sound echoing and becoming nothing but sweet music to my ears. Jack had so easily given me complete control, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I pulled out halfway, only to thrust into him. Hard. Deep. I pushed my hips, tilting him a little more until I could get even deeper and hit the spot I needed. He screamed and wiggled beneath me, his nails digging deep enough into my back, that I started to wonder if he’d drawn blood.
After a couple of thrusts, I took my palm away, letting him gasp for air. The way his mouth opened so quickly, nothing but deep, guttural moans coming out of him, had my cock fucking throbbing.
“Forrest. Forrest, I’m gonna come. Too quick. Too much.”
“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t you worry about that.” Honestly, thank God. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d make it, either. He’d gotten me so fucking riled up, I was surprised I’d lasted as long as I had. “Go faster.”
I put my palm back over his nose and mouth as he furiously worked his cock.
I snapped my hips into him repeatedly, each one harder than the last. From the way he was writhing and screaming beneath me, I must’ve been hitting the right spot.
I kept an eye on his stomach and the way his hand was moving, trying to time his orgasm.
He was close. Very fucking close. Just a little bit longer… Just a few more thrusts…
I felt his muscles tense beneath me, and I knew I had mere seconds. The moment his stomach rippled, I took my palm off his mouth, and cum started to pour over his hand. So much. So much fucking cum.
Jack yelled and gasped and sputtered, his entire body leaning forward as the orgasm seemed to go on forever and ever. His forehead pressed against my shoulder as he whimpered and clenched around me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Forrest. Fuck. Oh, God.” His voice was a mess, cracking with each word.
I let him ride it out before I rose, looming over his quivering body. I grabbed his hips, stared down at him, and smirked right before pounding into his ass.
His body was like Jell-O, moving with me easily on the bed.
The sheets had pulled off the edges, bunching up close to him.
Looking up at the ceiling, I let my eyes fall shut as I moaned my way through the overwhelming feeling of Jack’s tight, hot ass taking me somewhere I’d never been with anyone else.
It was building. I was close. I was right fucking there.
I gripped his hips harder, sure I was going to leave my mark on them, giving him everything I had in me.
The sounds of his whimpers got louder and louder, coming straight from his chest as I used him.
As I showed him just how much control I had over his body.
My final thrust took me by complete surprise. I doubled over, my cock pulsing as I came so hard, I saw stars behind my eyelids. I could barely see when I opened them, panting and sweating over Jack’s spent body.
But once I could, all I noticed were his eyes.
He was looking up at me with tears clouding them and his mouth open.
What was even more curious was how his lips turned up into a smile, and he held his arms out.
“These are sex tears, I promise. I can’t explain it.
I don’t know how right now.” He sounded tired.
I watched as his eyes started to droop. Slowly, I pulled out of him, letting his legs fall onto the bed. I tied the condom, threw it over the edge of the bed, and fell into his outstretched arms.
I wasn’t really expecting the bear hug I got in return, but I pressed my face into his chest, whispering to him. “I didn’t know you liked to cuddle like this.”
All I got in response was a soft snore. When I looked up, his eyes were closed, his mouth was open, and he seemed to be in a perfectly blissful sleep, all while trapping me against him.
Yeah, it seemed my determination had definitely paid off.