Chapter 17 Luc #2
I lean my head back on the couch and cover my face with one hand, muttering, “Why are you like this?”
“Because watching you squirm is my favorite pastime,” he teases. “You’re so fucking sexy when you get all bashful.”
Jesse rolls his hips, thrusting his hard cock through my light grip. I feel the studs rolling over my palm. He leans in to take another kiss, this one deep and filthy. “I plan on making sure you feel each,” kiss, “and every,” kiss, “one.”
I groan, and his tongue plunges in my mouth, curling around mine in a way that sends goosebumps skittering over my heated skin.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
All I can focus on is Jesse’s mouth as he moves down my body, trailing a path of heat from my neck all the way to my waistband, making detours on the way to nip and suck each nipple and lick into my belly button.
Slowly pulling my sleep pants down my thighs, he continues the path down to my ankles, even licking the ticklish arch of my foot when he removes the pants entirely and starts making his way back up.
I’m panting, nearly out of my mind with want, by the time he makes it to the apex of my thighs and licks up the crease.
“Get on the bed and spread yourself for me,” he demands in that raspy tone of his.
It doesn’t even occur to me to be embarrassed or shy about holding my knees up to my chest so he can reach every inch of me.
I want him too badly to feel anything other than searing lust and pleasure.
Jesse can make me forget everything but the way he feels against me–his skin, his mouth, his cock. I want it all.
The first swipe of his tongue has me moaning already, and I wonder if I’m going to need a gag for this.
We were lucky most of the team was out and about when he arrived here, but now there are people sleeping in the rooms on either side of us.
If I’m not careful, we’re absolutely going to get caught.
Still, when his mouth closes around my cock, and a lubed finger pushes inside me, I can’t keep from shouting. Jesse only chuckles, the bastard, and takes me deeper. He works me over, adding a second finger before he pops off me.
“Are you ready for another?” He asks me, trickling more lube down my crease and working it inside me. “I need to get you nice and stretched to take me. Get you good and wet, and sink my cock inside you, piercing by piercing, until they’re all swallowed up.”
“Fuck me,” I exclaim under my breath.
“Oh, baby, I am going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so good.”
A whimper leaves me as he continues to torture me, fucking and stretching my ass while taking leisurely licks of leaking pre-cum like my cock is a melting ice cream cone.
He plays with me, alternating between stimulating my prostate and stretching me out.
I keep climbing to the edge and slipping back down until I’m dizzy with need and have no fucks left to give.
“Jesse–”
“Shhh, soon, baby.”
“Now, Jesse, please.” I let out a shaky breath, and look down at him biting his lip, playing with his lip ring. Does he do that because he knows it turns me on? Or is it just something he does?
Finally, Jesse takes pity on me. When he pulls his fingers out, I can feel a trickle of lube leaking out of me and wonder if he went overboard.
I get distracted by watching him carefully roll a condom down his length, eyes locked on mine.
It’s familiar, bringing me back to the night we were together almost six years ago, when he awakened something inside me.
Like then, I’m a little nervous, maybe more so.
Not because I’m worried it will hurt or that I won’t like it.
I have zero doubts that he’ll play my body like his guitar.
But because I’m already so enraptured by this man, I’m not sure how I’ll ever recover if it doesn’t work out.
I was splintered the first time, and the cracks never faded.
I’m pretty sure I’d crumble if it happens again.
I no longer feel like I have a choice. I remember feeling this way the first time he pressed himself inside me. That this is inevitable.
“I think we might be soulmates, Luc Martín.”
I think he might be right.
With his eyes on mine, one hand holding the back of my thigh, and the other guiding his cock, he presses against my hole.
There’s very little resistance after how thoroughly he’s worked me open, only a little pressure as he presses through the first ring of muscle, and it feels divine.
With the way he’s worked me up so much, even the slightest stimulation has a low moan of pleasure rumbling deep inside my chest.
He pushes in a little more, and my eyes go wide, the studs of the first barbell pushing through.
“Alright?”
I nod. It’s a lot more noticeable than I thought it would be.
Even the small balls are enough to add a different kind of friction from what I remember before.
It’s definitely different than his fingers.
Just like with his tongue, the metal is harder, unyielding in a way that sets it apart from flesh.
The piercing grazes the sensitive, electric skin of my rim as it pushes through.
I don’t just feel his length and girth pushing inside me, but every bump of the ladder that stretches and rubs me from the inside.
“Breathe, baby,” Jesse rasps, massaging the back of my thigh.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, but my voice sounds more strained than I want it to. He hums and wraps a hand around my flagging erection, the stimulation causing me to clench around him. The muscle movement aches, but in a good way, and I nod that I’m ready for more.
Doing as he says, I pull in a deep breath and let it out, feeling myself relax further. Jesse pulls out slightly with each inhale, and then in a little deeper with each exhale. I count each bump, groaning the deeper he pushes inside me.
Three.
Four.
Five.
I feel full. Stretched beyond capacity, and we’ve only gotten past the barbells, which means he’s just over halfway in.
Instead of pushing in further, he slowly pulls out again, each of the five barbells popping free, and then back inside. Slowly, so slowly, he saws in and out of me. The studs massage my rim from the inside out and back again, little by little.
My eyes flutter, and my cock hardens in his hand again. I feel flushed and breathless, overstimulated from the extra friction and still wanting more, climbing higher and higher as Jesse fucks into me in short strokes while lazily running this thumb up and down the vein along the bottom of my shaft.
“One day,” he says, eyes locked between us where he’s moving in and out of me, “one day I’m going to fuck you raw so you can really feel every bit.”
His words send a barrage of primal urges ping-ponging down my spine and back up to my prefrontal cortex, where every inhibition and complex thought crumbles into a primal need to be fed, fucked, and filled.
Fed every inch of Jesse’s pierced cocked, fucked raw in every way imaginable, and filled with cum.
“Oh, fuck,” Jesse grunts, then thrusts in deeper.
“Yes,” I groan back. “All of it.”
Holding my dick like a joystick and bracing his other on the back of my thigh, Jesse adjusts himself and thrusts inside. An electric shock of pleasure sparks from deep inside me, and I cry out. Jesse curses and does it again, and I suck in a breath, my body tightening.
The combination of the new angle and depth, the added friction of his hardware, and the way he’s pumping my dick creates a perfect storm of mind-bending pleasure.
“Shhh,” Jesse reminds me, but he’s barely holding his own grunts and groans in, either.
I know he’s right, but he’s pushing the sounds out of me. A cry when he thrusts inside, a moan when he drags his cock out of me. I barely have the cognitive function to care, but I pull a pillow down over my face and hold it there to muffle the sound.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Just as hot and tight and perfect as I remember. I don’t want to come yet, but I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”
My only intelligible reply is the way my ass clenches and ripples as my orgasm snakes its way up my spine. Jesse keeps cursing under his breath, fucking into me harder and faster, pegging the sensitive tissue inside me.
I come first, thankful to have my face covered because I know my eyes are crossed, face contorted into something ugly that doesn’t match the beauty of the energy between us. The force of the orgasm ripping through me has every muscle in my body tightening, and my face is no exception.
“Ah, fuck!” Jesse chokes out, then slams into me harder a few more times before falling over me and pressing his face to the other side of the same pillow. He moans almost directly against my mouth, twitching as he fills the condom. I wish he were filling me instead.
When it seems like we’ve gotten past the need to scream out our releases, Jesse yanks the pillow from between us and crashes his mouth to mine, still rolling into me until our bodies stop pulsing.
One thing’s for sure, my memories didn’t exaggerate a single thing about Jesse. If anything, they pale in comparison to the man nuzzling his nose against mine and whispering words of praise into my lips.