Chapter Thirteen #2
Jesse’s body temperature flared at Evan’s touch.
He draped his other leg over Evan’s back.
After only a few thrusts of Evan’s finger, he wanted more and let out a pleading moan.
Evan responded by adding his index. Jesse sighed softly, amazed at how well Evan could read him.
Steady and firm, Evan pushed into him, but he craved more force and more of Evan.
He reached down, grabbed Evan’s wrist, and with a sharp yank and snap of his hips, he drove Evan’s fingers deep and hard, gasping and arching at the sensation.
Evan tried to pull his hand back, but Jesse tightened his fingers around his wrist, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You want more than just my fingers, don’t you?”
Jesse grumbled and let go of his wrist.
Evan drew his hand away and lowered his lips to Jesse’s ear. “Get on your knees.”
Jesse flipped over and moved up to his hands and knees, glancing over his shoulder at Evan with a teasing smirk. “You’re awfully demanding in what you want.”
“Yes, it’s a shame you’re not more assertive,” Evan said sarcastically. Kneeling behind him, he pulled one of Jesse’s arms out from under him and slapped Jesse’s hand down on the top of the headboard. “Remember when you asked if I liked to get rough?”
“Yeah.”
Evan moved Jesse’s other hand to grip the headboard. “You’re going to need to hold on to that.”
Jesse blinked down at the headboard, his heart drumming hard and fast. Evan’s fingertips drifted down his back in a caress firmer than usual.
When his fingers reached his lower back, Evan hooked them and scratched his short, manicured nails over Jesse’s ass, creating streaks of pale red against the ivory skin.
Jesse fed his rapid heartbeat with shallow, quick breaths.
He could tell from Evan’s methodical touch, from the intensity in the air surrounding them, that Evan was studying his reactions, gauging how much force he could use, and he found himself overflowing with the same emotions he had felt their first night, the desire to surrender to Evan’s dominance, to have Evan master him.
Evan’s nails dug in harder. Jesse moaned high and pushed into his touch.
Evan grabbed Jesse’s hips and tugged his back end to him.
With a hard thrust, he shoved his cock inside him.
Jesse sucked in a sharp breath and flinched at the force, then exhaled hard and leaned back toward Evan for more.
Evan pulled him back as he moved forward, sinking into him deeper and deeper until his body was flush with Jesse’s, and still he continued to press in and tug him back.
Jesse panted in short, hard breaths. Evan’s strong grip held him in place.
It was the deepest he had ever been. It hurt a little, and Evan pressed against him so hard Jesse swore his ass was going to have bruises from Evan’s hips, but he didn’t want to stop him.
As deep as Evan was, it still didn’t feel like enough.
Without pulling so much as a fraction out of him, Evan jerked his hips forward in small hammering thrusts.
Jesse’s cock pulsed with every push. Evan drew his length out halfway, and he instantly missed the deep pressure.
A choked whimper escaped him, followed by a high cry as Evan slammed into him, causing him to fall toward the headboard before he caught himself, his body throbbing from the impact.
Evan stopped and eased back, fearing it’d been too much for him, but as he did, Jesse moved with him, as though desperate to keep every inch of him inside him.
Jesse looked at him. “Again, Ev. Do it as hard as you can.”
The need on Jesse’s face severed the last of Evan’s self-control.
He rammed forward. Jesse dropped his head between his stretched out arms, expelling a loud moan.
Gripping Jesse’s hips, Evan pounded into him.
Jesse’s arms trembled with the effort of keeping his elbows locked against the strength of Evan’s thrusts, each one driving gasps and high cries from him.
His cock ached, but he couldn’t release the headboard to give it the attention it wanted.
From the warmth circulating in his sac, he didn’t think he would have to in order to reach climax.
At that thought, Evan’s right hand released his hip, his fingers clamped around his shaft.
A high groan came from between Jesse’s clenched teeth, not only at the overwhelming pleasure of finally having his organ touched, but also at the way Evan stroked him, hard and rough, tugging and pulling.
Never in his life had someone taken possession of him like Evan was.
It felt like his body belonged more to Evan than to himself.
Evan brought his torso over Jesse’s back, thrusting faster.
With his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of Jesse’s hair and yanked his head back and to the side.
A choked breath shook in Jesse’s throat, his muscles tightened as his ecstasy built.
Evan nipped down his neck, then reaching the tender curve near the shoulder, sank his teeth into his skin in a solid bite.
The pain of the bite intertwined with Jesse’s pleasure.
He bucked back hard against him, yelling Evan’s name as his climax burst free.
A rumbling groan came from Evan’s throat.
His teeth still gripped Jesse’s skin as he pushed every inch of his length inside him, releasing deeper in him than ever before.
Evan dropped his torso down on Jesse’s sweat slick back, which rose and fell under him as Jesse tried to catch his breath. Though his arms and legs felt weak, Jesse supported their combined weight.
Evan wrapped his arms around Jesse’s waist, pressing their bodies tighter together. He nuzzled into Jesse’s hair. “Why can’t I control myself with you?” he whispered. “I have no defenses against you.”
Jesse turned his head to look at him. Evan’s face remained buried in his hair.
There was a vulnerability in Evan’s voice that made an ache rise in his chest. He didn’t know what Evan was referring to, but he was positive it wasn’t sex.
He laid one hand over Evan’s, silently telling him his defenses were no longer needed.