Jason #2
I slide a second one in, and Gabe moans.
It’s deep.
Masculine.
It’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard.
He opens his eyes, and the dirty look on his face is fucking everything.
“Fuck it,’ he demands. “Fuck my ass with your fingers—stretch me so I can take that fat fucking cock.”
My cock literally twitches hearing his words.
He’s demanding—just like Chloe from the OnlyFans couple, and it’s blowing my mind in the best way possible.
I pump his ass with my fingers, hoping I’m helping him but also completely out of my mind because of how hot this all is.
He rests his hand on my wrists to stop me. “Okay,” he sighs. “Need dick.”
“O-okay,” I say through my own heaving breaths.
I let more spit fall onto my shaft and use my fingers to spread it. “You have to tell me if it’s too much.”
“I will,” he says with a nod.
I press my cock to his hole and push. There’s some resistance at first, but then it pushes past the opening and Gabe gasps.
“I can pull out,” I tell him. “I’ll pull out.”
But he grabs my ass to stop me, and shakes his head no.
I keep still, watching him as he breathes through it, and then he pulls me into him, guiding my hips closer to him, his eyes impossibly wide, until my cock is fully inside him.
“Gabe—are you okay?”
He takes a long, deep breath. “It’s perfect. Just stay like that for a second.”
I don’t move a muscle while Gabe adjusts, his hole flexing in the most amazing way around my cock.
He feels so warm.
I look down and see him taking deeper breaths. His eyes are closed now, and his mouth is curled into a satisfied little smile.
My freaking heart flutters watching him enjoy himself. He looks so at peace as his lips release sweet little mewling sounds.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “You can fuck me now.”
I thrust, slowly at first, letting him adjust to me moving inside him, and Gabe moans, his fingers digging into my back.
“You feel so good,” I whisper into his ear.
“So do you,” he gasps. “You can fuck me faster. I’m used to it now.”
I fuck him a little faster, and Gabe bites down on my shoulder—not hard, but enough that the fire in me erupts again. The mix of pleasure and pain is everything I didn’t know I needed, and he feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock.
I stop for a moment and look at him. His eyes flutter before staring at me with a lust-drunk expression.
It all feels…right.
I reel my hips back, then push deep inside him…a little harder than I intended, and his eyes widen.
“Like that,” he urges. “Fuck me hard.”
I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve been trying to be careful this whole time, but Gabe is lying here, using his voice to beg me to wreck his guts, and I can’t help myself anymore.
Our bodies collide. I let my dick almost leave his ass before slamming back into him. Each time, Gabe releases an animalistic grunt that makes me want to fuck him even harder.
The sound of me thrusting against him fills the room.
I slide one arm around his back and the other around his neck, and I squeeze him to me.
There are so many things I want to say to him. That this is it—the moment I’ve wanted for years, but all I can do is whisper his name over and over again.
He sighs again. It’s higher and breathier, and it makes me feel possessive.
I pump him harder, faster, and with each thrust, he makes little sounds of satisfaction that make me so happy.
“Gabe…I’m gonna—”
“Come in me. Fill me up.”
My orgasm rips out of me, flooding Gabe’s hole, and the two of us cry out at once. He grabs his dick and starts jerking it.
I’m literally dizzy, but I still manage to croak out, “Come for me, Gabe. Shoot your fucking load.”
My cock is still inside him as he pumps his dick harder, looking up at me while he does.
Then I realize—
I want to make him come myself.
I spit on my hand and ask him to let go so I can jerk his dick.
As I do, he cries out, “Oh, fuck. Oh, my god.”
“You like it?” I ask, teasingly. “You like it when I stroke your thick cock, Gabe?”
“Fuck me more,” he whines. “Pound my ass while you stroke me, please.”
And I do, fucking his ass while I use my thumb to massage the head of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he yells.
His abs flex as he grips the bedding, and his face looks like sin.
“You’re so hot, Gabe.”
He releases a strangled moan as his cum shoots out, spraying his torso and chest. His entire body shudders from the force of the orgasm, and I drag my finger through the cum on his chest to lick it off. It’s bitter and salty.
It’s perfect.
Then I feed it to him, and he locks eyes with me as he sucks my finger.
There’s something about it that feels—
Tender.
Like I’m feeding him—
Taking care of him—
It’s wonderful.
Gabe’s eyes are filled with love as he licks my fingers, and I can’t help but fall into those eyes and—
A cold streak travels down my back.
My throat closes, and for a moment I’m convinced I’m suffocating.
What have I done?
My body boils.
Breathing is hard.
It’s so hot.
I pull out of him and leap off the bed, rubbing my temples.
“What is it?” Gabe asks.
I don’t know.
The answers that float in my mind don’t make sense. “I just need some air.”
I grab my clothes and rush out, hurrying to get dressed and leave, but Gabe appears in the doorway with a sheet wrapped around his waist and a terrified expression on his face.
“Are you mad at me?” he asks.
The sound of his voice—
I wasn’t prepared for it. He sounds so sad, and it makes me want to wrap him in my arms.
What is wrong with me?
“No. No, I—”
I pause. Trying to think of something to say that won’t make what I am about to do even worse. “It’s a lot. That’s all. It’s not you. It’s…I need to wrap my head around this. It’s not you, Gabe.”
All I want to do is kiss him again.
“I just need some air.”
“Okay,” he whispers.
With my shoes on, I make my way to the door but stop.
It hits me. Like a punch in the gut, it hits me how this all just happened.
“Thank you,” I say.
Gabe’s face, once shattered, pulls back together a little. “For what?” he asks.
“For apologizing.”
Gabe’s mouth falls open. “I meant it.”
I can barely get the words out. “I know.”
Then I run out.