8. Allen #2
“J-Jake,” Allen stammered, voice cracking and face burning as the spring in his gut coiled tighter, threatening to snap.
Jake pulled away, only to plant a trail of kisses up his spine like he was offering an apology. “I love this. You’re so pretty when you’re falling apart for me.”
Oh fuck.
Jake pressed one more kiss to the back of Allen’s neck and returned to his task, gripping his thighs to spread them wider before plunging his tongue back in.
Allen’s moan was so loud that he had to bury his face into the pillow to muffle it or risk getting a noise complaint from his downstairs neighbours. It was too much—too intense. He couldn’t hear a damn thing over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.
His reaction pleased Jake, and he hummed happily in response, sending the vibration jolting straight to Allen’s cock, which twitched untouched and leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.
Jake’s moaning joined his, and the realization of how much he was enjoying himself chipped away at Allen’s shock, turning it into a throbbing ache that settled low in his stomach.
“Fuck—” Allen lifted his head and rocked back onto Jake’s tongue, his breath coming in uneven pants. Jake’s adoring persistence was pushing him toward the edge, and the need to come was hitting unbearable levels.
“Jake, I need you to get in me. I can’t—”
Jake pulled away from him, staying close enough that his soft hair tickled Allen’s ass as he said, “You’re sure?”
“Yes, I’m good.” Allen was struggling to speak through his pants, annoyed that Jake was making such a big deal about stretching him. “I can handle it. Please.”
There was still some reluctance lingering in Jake’s movements when he shifted positions. His strong hands settled firmly on Allen’s waist, fingers splayed wide with only a few inches separating them just below his navel.
The familiar realization of how big Jake was made a distracting anchor amid the haze of arousal, as the blunt head of a thick cock pressed against his slick hole and began to ease in.
And in.
And in.
And in...
Allen's eyes flew wide open, his mind unable to process what was happening as Jake’s girth forced him open inch by inch, the burn of the intrusion eased by the wetness from his tongue and the generous amount of lube he had used.
And then Allen was coming, his cock spurting like the traitor it was, making a mess of the sheets under him.
Allen's breath hitched, his fingers clawing at the sheets, and every nerve alight as he was consumed by how overwhelmingly full he was.
It felt endless, and it reached a point that had Allen wondering if Jake was pushing a cock into him or a goddamn hockey stick.
Finally, with a low and satisfied groan from Jake, he bottomed out. His hips were flush against Allen’s ass, that massive length buried to the hilt while Allen lay there fighting for his goddamn life.
It was just his luck that Jake ended up being a grower instead of a shower.
“No one has ever taken me in one go like this,” Jake murmured, gently brushing his fingers up and down Allen’s trembling, sweat-slick body. “You’re perfect—just like this.”
The sensation of being stuffed full and pinned in place by the sheer size of Jake’s cock had his mind reeling.
Just like this? Jake thought he looked good while he was gasping for air because there wasn’t enough room in his body for his lungs to expand?!
“Holy shit,” Allen gasped, his voice strained and shaking. “Are you a fucking surgeon because you are rearranging my guts? How fucking big are you?”
Jake shifted slightly, drawing another gasp from Allen’s mouth. “Nine inches.”
Nine?!
Well, it was a good thing Allen was a pro because he would have lost his life otherwise. No wonder Jake had been so adamant about prep.
But he had taken it all. His body was yielding despite the initial shock, muscles clenching around the invading thickness as waves of pleasure radiated from where they connected.
Jake paused there, letting Allen adjust, his grip tightening on his hips as he leaned forward, chest pressing against Allen’s back.
“Feel good at least?” Jake asked while placing tender kisses on the back of Allen’s neck.
Allen melted into the touches, but he still had the energy to scoff. “Seeing as I came already, yeah.”
Jake jerked away from him like his answer had shocked him. “How?”
Ah. There was the innocence Allen had been expecting.
“How do you think?” he snapped back, keeping his tone teasing so Jake would know he wasn’t being serious. “After eating my ass for what felt like a week, you then dragged a mile of cock over my prostate. My stamina fucking sucks, okay?”
Jake's body stilled, and the twitching cock deep inside him gave away how much he liked the thought of Allen coming untouched. Jake’s breath came out in a shaky huff against Allen's shoulder, hands flexing on his hips as if grounding himself.
“Shit, really? I... I didn't even notice,” Jake muttered, voice filled with a mix of awe and pride as his hips shifted just enough to make Allen clench around him with a whimper. “You're so sensitive.”
There was a hungry edge creeping into Jake’s tone now, the innocence cracking under the weight of what was happening, and Allen was completely on board.
He grinned, twisting his head to catch Jake’s eye over his shoulder. “Yup. And if you’re any good in bed, you might be able to beat my record of five orgasms in one night.”
That did it. Jake’s competitive nature wouldn’t back down after hearing the challenge, and Allen was excited to see the result of his efforts—as long as he didn’t end up in the hospital.
Jake’s grip turned ironclad, his fingers digging into Allen’s flesh as he pulled back slowly at first, the drag of his cock sending sparks skittering along every nerve. Then, without hesitation, he slammed forward with a guttural groan that vibrated through both of them.
“Fuck, yes,” Allen rasped, voice breaking on the words as Jake set a brutal rhythm, hips snapping hard, fully burying himself over and over.
Each thrust punched the air from Allen’s lungs as the head of Jake’s cock ground relentlessly over his prostate, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure ripping up his spine.
His world narrowed to the slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of lube and saliva, and Jake’s loud moans as he pounded into him from behind. One hand left Allen’s hip, sliding up to fist his hair, yanking his head back just enough to expose his throat.
“God, you're gripping me so tight,” Jake growled, breath ragged, and moans spilling out unchecked. “You feel so good. I love this—fuck. I don’t want to stop, but I want to fill you up so bad.”
Allen was too fucked-out to answer. All he could do was moan as the hand left his throat, roaming downward to pinch a nipple, then dropping to wrap around Allen's spent cock.
Jake stroked him back to hardness with firm, twisting pulls that matched his thrusts, dragging a cry from his sore throat when it became too overwhelming.
He mindlessly bucked back into the thrusts, his thighs burning from the friction and his vision blurring at the edges. He was getting tired, and he was relieved when Jake caught on and slowed down just enough to pull out with a wet pop.
Allen whined at the sudden emptiness, but the break only lasted long enough for Jake to flip him onto his back, shove his knees open wide, and then sink back in with one smooth glide.
Allen’s legs hooked around Jake’s waist instinctively, pulling him closer as their eyes locked, the new position letting Jake fold over him, chest to chest, mouth crashing down in a messy, devouring kiss.
Tongues tangled hot and desperate, Jake's hips snapping forward again, harder now, the angle letting him hit even deeper, his cock spearing Allen deep enough to make stars burst behind his eyelids.
“Close,” Jake panted against his lips, his thrusts turning erratic and sloppy, body tensing as he chased release. “Can I—will you kiss me?”
He didn’t have to ask.
Allen sealed their mouths together, swallowing Jake’s moans as he drove in one last time, burying himself with a shattered cry that Allen greedily drank up. Warmth flooded inside him as rope after thick rope of cum filled him so much that it leaked out around the base, painting his inner thighs.
Jake kept pumping shallowly through his orgasm, still whimpering, still moaning—their kiss unbroken until he finally slumped forward, spent and shuddering.
Allen clenched around the softening length, savouring the overflow, his own cock twitching against his belly as aftershocks rippled through him.
The sheer volume of Jake’s load made him feel utterly claimed, but now he was desperate to come, and wiggling against Jake’s flexing abs to create what friction he could.
“Let me,” Jake said, lifting himself to meet Allen’s gaze. “So pretty.”
Allen was expecting Jake to take his cock and stroke it until he came, but he was confused and maybe a little annoyed when Jake ducked down to take a nipple into his mouth.
Squirming, Allen tried to reach between them so he could touch himself, but Jake grabbed his wrists and pinned him above his head while he continued to suck.
“What are you—”
Jake rolled his hips, and even though he wasn’t hard anymore, he was still deep enough to brush Allen’s prostate with the smallest movement.
“Wait. This isn’t…” Allen paused because he couldn’t string a proper thought together with Jake’s tongue swirling around his sensitive nipple, and his cock hitting the spot inside him that never failed to make his toes curl.
And curl they did, because Allen was so close to the edge, and Jake was moaning again, and his body was still singing from the rough pounding he had taken.
One last lazy thrust and a flick of a tongue on his nipple, and he was gone.
The orgasm was so intense that his ears began ringing, and his vision went white.
There was a chance that Jake had killed him, which wouldn’t be the worst way to go, but then white abruptly switched to black, and everything got floaty.