Chapter Four
Jonah got his knees underneath him and Damon dragged him back, forcing his cock deeper at a slightly different angle. Jonah gasped out a breath. He wasn’t softening at all, still filling Jonah up so completely he could hardly breathe for it.
“Hm, I suppose I did break one promise,” Damon said.
Jonah turned his head to shoot him a frown. “What?”
“I said you’d cum twice before I did.” He kissed the back of Jonah’s neck. “I guess I got carried away.”
One large hand moved. Damon cupped Jonah’s balls, squeezing until he groaned, hips twisting.
“Not that anyone would blame me,” Damon continued. He smoothed his hand along Jonah’s thigh, pushing until Jonah’s legs were spread wide, his cock starting to stiffen again. “Look at you. So desperate for it, aren’t you?”
Jonah whimpered when Damon started moving his hips. His thick cock slowly rocked in and out of Jonah’s hole and the muscle fluttered around him, trying to keep him in deep.
“Tell me, Jonah,” Damon said, voice almost a growl. His horn brushed Jonah’s temple. “Do you want me to stop?”
Yes. No. Jonah squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn’t sure.
Damon pushed Jonah’s shirt up, pinching his right nipple hard. Jonah yelped, and when he jerked back against Damon’s chest, it pushed his cock deep again.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
Damon laughed, scraping his teeth along Jonah’s jaw. “You like a little pain, don’t you?”
Jonah’s face heated, his whole body erupting in goosebumps. His stomach twisted deliciously.
“I – Shit, yeah, I guess…”
Damon hummed thoughtfully. His hands dropped to Jonah’s hips, squeezing tight enough to bruise.
“Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
Jonah’s cock was half-hard. He clung to Damon’s thighs, tipping his head back to rest on Damon’s shoulder.
“Good boy,” Damon murmured. Jonah could almost hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke again. “Now, hold on.”
Jonah cried out in surprise more than anything when Damon lifted him almost all the way off his cock. It was like he weighed nothing at all. For a second, he was suspended there, and then Damon pulled Jonah back against him, filling him in one smooth movement.
“Damon, fuck—”
Damon only chuckled again, still fucking Jonah onto his cock. He wasn’t moving his hips at all; he was using Jonah like he was a toy, like he just wanted to get his fill and get off and—
Jonah moaned again. Damon slammed him back against him faster, his cock seeming to swell further as he came closer to orgasm. The stretch wasn’t quite painful, but Jonah didn’t know how much more he could take.
“That’s it,” Damon growled. “Fuckin’ take it, just like you wanted.”
Oh, fuck. Jonah didn’t know how much more he could take. He squeezed his eyes shut and fuck, he was absolutely certain Damon’s cock thickened when he growled, tensing as he shot his load in Jonah’s arse.
He pulled Jonah back against him again, wrapping an arm around his middle. Jonah’s cock ached from how hard he was. Damon panted against his throat.
“Damon,” Jonah whined. “Touch me.”
Damon licked up his neck, nipping at his jaw. “Needy boy,” he murmured. He didn’t move a hand toward Jonah’s cock and Jonah realised his arms were trapped, one pinned against his body and Damon’s grip tight around his other wrist.
“Fucker,” he muttered. Damon laughed.
“I’ll give you what you need. But not until I want to. You told me what you wanted.”
“You told me.” Jonah turned his head to shoot Damon a glare. He thrust his hips forward in response, and a groan tore itself from Jonah’s throat. He was still hard, a thick, hot weight in Jonah’s arse. How was that even possible?
Damon smirked at the confusion that had to be written across Jonah’s face. “Starting to get it, aren’t you? I can keep using you for as long as I want to.”
He grasped Jonah’s chin before he could answer, dragging him in for a desperate, messy kiss. Jonah reached for his cock, but Damon growled against his lips, catching his wrist before he made contact. Damon bit his lower lip and Jonah moaned, hips bucking.
“Please, Damon,” he murmured. “I need to cum.”
“I like it when you beg,” Damon said. He let go of Jonah’s wrist and stroked the inside of his thigh. “Keep going.”
Jonah’s face heated. “I… I need you to touch my cock. Fuck, please. Please.”
Damon chuckled darkly and kissed him again. “It’d be nice to have you on your back,” he mused, and it was like he was talking to himself for a moment. “But if I pull out now—”
He thrust his hips up and Jonah cried out when Damon’s cock slid over his prostate. He felt so much bigger. Was Jonah just imagining it?
“You’re getting it,” Damon murmured. “And you got all this way into my labyrinth… That deserves a little reward.”
“Reward?”
“Hmm. A choice. Do you want to cum screaming because I’ve fucked the sounds out of you, or sobbing in desperation because I’ve made you wait so long?”
Jonah’s vision whited out for a moment. He groaned, pressing back against Damon’s solid chest.
“Make the choice, pretty boy,” Damon said. “You’ll like it less if I have to make it for you.”
“Fuck, I – Fuck me hard.”
“Good choice.”
Damon pushed Jonah forward, forcing him face-down on the path again. This time, he didn’t keep Jonah’s hips in the air. He lowered himself down, too, covering Jonah with his body.
Jonah didn’t think anyone would come across them here – he didn’t think anyone could. But, if they did, would they even be able to see him around Damon’s massive bulk?
Probably not. Probably, they’d just hear him, hear his desperate pants as Damon began to thrust his hips. He took Jonah deep, and it wasn’t long before the pants turned to moans as Jonah tried to push back against him.
Damon threaded a hand into Jonah’s hair, dragging his head back and exposing his throat. “Louder,” he growled.
Jonah let out a surprised cry at the feel of it.
His body ached from the fucking he’d already endured, and his scalp prickled from the hold Damon had on him, but every thrust had pleasure skittering through his body, combining with the pain to lift him higher and higher.
His eyes rolled back in his head when Damon let go of his hair to grip his throat.
He didn’t squeeze. His hand was a heavy weight, keeping Jonah just where he wanted him. Jonah swallowed and moaned at the feel of Damon’s palm against his Adam’s apple. Even more than Finley, Jonah thought it wouldn’t take Damon anything at all to squeeze the life out of him.
There was no way that should be hot. Except Damon chose that moment to thrust in hard, letting out a quiet grunt of his own, and Jonah’s toes curled at the combined sensations.
He wasn’t quite flush to the ground, one hand on his hip keeping him just where Damon wanted him. His cock ached, wet and throbbing with every beat of his heart.
“Show me what a good boy you are,” Damon growled in his ear. Another sharp thrust made Jonah shout his pleasure again. “I’m not gonna touch your cock, and neither are you. You can cum for me like this, can’t you? You want to.”
Jonah nodded. He did want to. He was so close now, so ready for it…
“That’s it.” Damon’s thumb rubbed over his pulse point. He was still pounding into Jonah’s arse. “Show me, Jonah. You love being filled, don’t you? Love me making you take more than you thought you could, you slutty little—”
Jonah cried out as his orgasm hurtled through him. His hips rolled in aborted thrusts as cum spurted from his cock and onto the path below. Damon growled and the hand on Jonah’s hip tightened for a second before he came for the third time.
Jonah didn’t know how long Damon held him there, but then he rolled onto his back, taking Jonah with him.
Jonah whined at the feeling of the hard cock still in his arse, stretching him beyond belief.
Damon ran a soothing hand over his chest. They were both still wearing their shirts, and Jonah wanted to take his off, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.
“Good boy,” Damon said. “I’ve got you.”
Jonah nodded. “Yeah, you’d better.”