Chapter 27 Joe #3
“Oh my fuck is right, huh, baby?” Jason tapped my prostate again, and I whined. It was impossible to bite back the sounds. Impossible not to shove back against his hand, begging for more. “That feel good?”
I nodded. Didn’t overthink it. Just tried to get more—more of that.
“God, this is gonna be fun.” Jason gave it a pointed rub, memorizing where it was, and I…well…I made noises like I was dying. Stars danced in my head. An explosion of pleasure making me feel stupid because of it.
In and out now, Jason added a third finger. I barely noticed, despite the burn. Because now on every thrust in, he gave my prostate a deliberate rub, and I just… God. There was no stopping the way I thrashed and kicked. Fingers bunching in the comforter, hips fucking back against his hand.
“So fucking slutty,” Jason purred. “You love being fucked, don’t you?
I worried, you know, that you wouldn’t. I shouldn’t have.
” Jason fucked his hand forward again, and I howled.
My eyes were open but I wasn’t seeing anything.
Every ounce of my attention was on his fingers—and when they’d next touch where I needed him most.
“Of course you like to be fucked,” Jason continued, pulling his fingers out slow and mean before jabbing them back in. I thrashed. “You’re made for this.”
I didn’t know how long he was going to torture me.
Truthfully, I didn’t care.
My dick had already made a puddle on my belly. Thin liquid, sticky and rub-rubbing every time my cock bumped into it. I was drooling too, somehow. Defying fucking gravity. And I knew I looked stupid as hell, mouth open, seeing nothing—my dick just fucking bouncing with every slap of Jason’s wrist.
But I didn’t care.
I just wanted more.
“M-more,” I whimpered. “Please. Please. Want it. Want you. Need—need—” The words spilled free and they just kept coming. “Need fucked. Need it. Need your dick. Jason, please.” He growled. His fingers pulled out with a slick, naughty sound.
“Fuckfuck,” he hissed. Dazed, I glanced down. He was strangling the base of his cock. It took me a second to figure out why. Figure out that me begging him had nearly sent him over the edge. “Fuck.” His dick was practically purple, it was so engorged. Angry, needy.
Just like mine.
I bunched my fingers behind my knee, pulling my leg up. “Please,” I begged, hole winking pink and slick and open, probably. It wouldn’t close. Even when I clenched. Loose and glistening with the lube he’d fucked inside me. “Please.”
“Fuck.” Jason groaned, eyes on my hole. Staring at it like it was nirvana. He squeezed his dick tighter, so hard his knuckles went white. “Now who’s the bully?” He laughed.
“Not a bully,” I shook my head.
He softened.
“You’re right. You’re not a bully.” Jason licked his lips, gaze dragging over my body. It didn’t feel the way it had when Maurice had ogled me earlier. This made me feel good. Gorgeous. Something worth looking at. “You’re my sweet, sweet puppy.”
He reached for the condom, releasing his dick.
I sighed, excited because I knew what that meant.
Knew I’d be getting what I wanted soon enough.
Jason bit through the wrapper with a clumsy movement. He rolled the condom down his cock, wasting no time. Not lingering. Not even when he smeared a liberal amount of lube all over it. And then he was pushing forward, pressing the crown of his dick against my hole.
“You want this?” he murmured. “You want—”
“Want you,” I said. “Need you. Need you, Jason.”
“That’s not fair,” Jason whispered. “Goddamn.” And then he was pushing forward. Slow and easy. Inch by inch. I didn’t need to be told to bear down. Did what I was supposed to, eager to feel him, split wide—so wide I couldn’t breathe.
Full of him.
Getting fuller.
I was burning from the inside out. On fire. All of my sinapses bursting at the thought that Jason was finally, blissfully inside me. That he was making room for himself in my body the same way he’d made room for himself in my life. Fucking me open. Something primal, yet human all the same.
With every inch that pushed inside me, I grew more eager. Thrashing a little, shoving my hips against him, trying to take more. Trying to feel that burn longer. To feel him, as close as two people could get.
It felt so good. So fucking good. My inner walls clinging to him, sucking around his dick. I was dazed and panting, wild, as I grit my teeth and stared up at him with raw need.
“I’ll give you what you want,” Jason husked out, as affected as I was.
His face was flushed, his chest heaving, too.
Like it took everything he had to be as still, as patient as always.
His eyes were hungry, black pools. Staring down at me like he wanted to eat me.
Like he was two seconds from pushing my legs up to my ears and pounding me like I wanted.
I kept pushing back, little swivels, and Jason groaned. His lips twitched into a pleased little smirk. “Tell me how it feels,” he demanded when he was halfway inside.
“So…so…” I growled, hole clenching down as I tried to force him deeper. Jason pulled back a little, just to spite me. “So full. So big.” My lashes fluttered. He only kept pushing when I’d stopped trying to force him. “Good.”
“Yeah?” Jason pressed forward another half inch. “You love your little cunt getting split open, huh? God, yes. You’re shaking, Joe. Did you know that? You like being fucked so much you’re shaking.” There was something akin to wonder in his voice.
“I like you,” I replied. “Like…like that it’s…that it’s…yours. Your…cock…in me.”
He made a sound at that, hips pressing forward more insistently now. Those words had broken through the last of his resolve. And apparently, it’d only been hanging by a thread. He was still careful though, if eager. But there was no more pausing, no more taunting. No more questions.
Just Jason rearranging me from the inside out as my hole pulsed around him, and his cock split me open.
It took a century before he’d settled, hips flush with mine. His dick twitched inside me. I squeezed it in answer, and Jason growled. He flexed forward, trying to fuck deeper even though it wasn’t physically possible.
“You’re Heaven,” Jason told me, hands bracketing my head again. “You know that? You’re my Heaven, Joe.” His forehead was pressed to mine, our breath mingling. I kissed him. Kissed him because I didn’t know what to say to that. It was poetry. And I’d never been good with words.
Jason kissed me back.
Poured everything he had into the brush of our lips, licking into my mouth, giving me something to suck on as he began to move.
Cautious wiggles at first, letting me get used to the sensation.
Until I relaxed again. My legs tangled around his body, pulling him in close.
Jason enjoyed that, if the muffled moan against my lips was any indicator.
He varied the rhythm.
Building confidence.
Sometimes faster, then slow. Driving me crazy. Bringing me to the brink before tearing it away. One of his hands slid to my throat, cupping it as he pounded into me. He was grunting into my mouth, these needy little sounds that reminded me of a dog in heat.
It was primal and delicious.
Human in others.
Because the look in Jason’s eyes was anything but simple. It was months of feelings, of need. Years of longing for this. For this feeling of being seen. Understood. And wanted.
“That’s it,” Jason murmured against my lips when I got close again.
“That’s it, baby. Give me it. I wanna feel you come on my dick.
” He slammed into me, his cock stretching me wide.
He was so big he was pushing into my guts.
My hole was so wet the sounds it made every time he thrust deep were obscene. Wet and messy.
He was slow now.
Syrupy.
Pulling out and guiding himself back in. Savoring the way my head fell back, my throat bobbing beneath his hand. Stars burst behind my lids as his fat cock head struck my prostate, rub, rubbing against it.
“So good,” I gasped. “Just a little—”
“Anything for you,” Jason promised, kissing me again. He pulled out, then rutted right back in. Another sticky slap. My hole clenched, and he groaned. More fireworks exploded.
My mouth parted, my panting growing louder. I really was shaking. I was losing my goddamn mind, I wanted him so bad.
“Just a…little. Just—faster. I need—Jason, Jason—”
Another pull and push. More stars. Apparently, I hadn’t actually needed him to go faster, because I came before I could even recognize what was happening.
After one, deliberate grind-thrust. I spilled between us with a sob that Jason tasted with gusto.
His hips flexed, riding me through the orgasm at that same, controlled pace.
How he had that much self-control, I had no idea. If it’d been up to me, I’d be fucking bouncing on his dick.
When I’d come down from my high, still dazed, but more myself, I shoved my ass back against him pointedly, urging him to continue. “C’mon,” I groaned. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“You sure?” he asked against my lips.
“Yes.”
“Alright.”
Jason didn’t need any more encouragement.
With a brutal snap of his hips that made me fucking howl, he pounded into me with the energy of an animal.
There was something greedy about the way he fucked me then.
Riding my ass with brutal smacks of our hips.
Snapping into me over and over, making me whine and shake as he chased his orgasm.
As he took me the way he wanted to.
He was gorgeous above me. Sweat dripping down his forehead, his eyes wild.
His mouth posed in a snarl as he used his grip on my knee to spread me till it burned.
The wet squelch of his cock smacking my ass was obscene.
I stretched wider, shaking anew, whimpering when Jason’s eyes drank in the expression on my face, then down my body, eyes settling on where his cock speared the hot-pink of my hole.
“Goddamn,” he hissed through his teeth. “Look at you take it.” He snapped again, and I sobbed.
“Can’t believe that tiny hole can fit me.
Can take a fucking like this. And you…you love it, don’t you?
” His eyes were back on my face now, memorizing me, black with lust and the need to have me under him where I belonged.
“L-love it,” I gasped.
When he came, he bit my lip, growling into my mouth and rutting till every last drop filled the condom he wore.
Then he just sort of…collapsed onto me. Didn’t pull out.
Let me throb and clench around him as my useless hands released the comforter and came up to stroke through his sweaty, half-gelled hair.
Jason kissed me again.
Slow and sweet.
And I melted beneath him, full in a way I’d never been full before.
More sure than ever that Jason was the home I’d been searching for.