Chapter Ten #3
Clark’s facial expression softens, staring deeply into Jeremy’s eyes.
He doesn’t look away or even blink as he leans forward and slowly sinks the tip past Jeremy’s rim.
Eyebrows arching, Jeremy doesn’t dare close his eyes either as the soft candlelight flickers over Clark’s relaxed countenance while he eases himself into Jeremy.
The monster member is spreading Jeremy out wide, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth to keep his core loose as Clark works himself in.
He’s not even halfway buried deep before his cock head skims over Jeremy’s prostate.
The dick presses right into it, spreading it thin and pulverizing Jeremy’s sweetening insides.
Drool does dribble out of the corner of his mouth now as he moans openly, “Clark, ah. Right there.”
“Oh god, I gotta go slow,” Clark gusts out, grabbing onto Jeremy’s dick and stroking him at an even pace, “You feel too good.”
Jeremy reaches out for Clark, holding on to both his strong shoulders. He has those movie star muscles that are groovy and showy, making Jeremy want to touch every inch of Clark’s skin. Clark keeps pushing his hips after pausing for a beat to catch his breath, his cock digging deeper.
He doesn’t know how long the cock goes - miles maybe.
It feels like Clark’s in the back of Jeremy’s throat by the time he bottoms out, weighty balls pressing against Jeremy’s tailbone.
No amount of lube could prepare him for the size of Clark, easily the biggest thing he’s ever had inside him.
Jeremy coughs when Clark’s dick pulses deep inside him, ass clenching against his control and moaning out, “Nng, Clark!”
“Is it too much?” Clark asks genuinely, leaning forward.
Jeremy’s eyes are squeezed tight, fighting to open his eyelids. When he does, Clark is right in front of his face, examining his every feature. Jeremy chokes out, “I want more.”
Clark’s pupils expand right in front of Jeremy’s face, pushing the green irises to the edge.
Hiking his hips back, Clark pulls his dick out halfway before slowly thrusting it back into Jeremy.
He keeps sliding over his prostate, pushing right against it and making his gut sparkle with an ignition.
They’ve only just begun and Jeremy’s already skating on the edge of climax.
Clark continues moving his cock in and out of Jeremy at an agonizing rhythm.
Wrapping his legs around Clark’s waist, he brings him in closer and urges him to go faster, begging, “More, Clark. Please.”
“Oh, fuck,” Clark barks, fist clenching beside Jeremy’s head as he leans forward more and picks up the pace by a fraction.
The momentum of their shared lust chops at Jeremy’s limbs, making him feel weak to the continued straightening of his insides.
He feels the cock reaching deep within, like Clark’s thrusting through him and going straight to Jeremy’s core.
“Ah, Clark, please give it to me!” Jeremy calls out, mouth getting goofy and sight blurring.
A roar rips out from Clark’s chest, pushing down on the back of Jeremy’s legs and bending him in half.
He roughens his thrusts, going harder and having his balls slap continuously against Jeremy’s perineum.
Jeremy rocks his hips back and forth in time with Clark’s thrusts, making them go even faster.
Clark’s grip on Jeremy’s own cock tightens, strokes getting shorter and faster as their bodies do.
“Clark! I’m going to-!”
“Do it. I want to see you cum,” Clark tells him, staring at Jeremy in close proximity.
Being observed like this so up close gives him goosebumps and makes his pelvis pinpoint with delight.
His moans grow louder and rougher as Clark keeps spreading his prostate thin and making his gut turn sweet.
Sparks fly in the corners of his vision, popping brightly as Jeremy cums over Clark’s hand and onto his chest. Clark slows the pace of his hand but tightens his grip, twisting his wrist and working out all the semen.
Jeremy twitches in post orgasm, but feels horny again with Clark’s big cock still buried inside him.
His hands slide up Clark’s shoulders and wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.
His eyes stay half open as it’s his turn to watch Clark, puckering his lips forward to kiss.
Lips sliding together, Clark melts into Jeremy.
His thrusts get erratic, bucking wildly and having Jeremy hold on tight.
Clark’s lips slip away and he yells against his skin, “Jeremy!”
He can almost taste the semen in his tonsils, filling the eruption deep inside.
Clark’s hips movements are small, working in his cum deep into Jeremy’s orifice.
He feels another jolt from his intense orgasm as Clark dumps his load into him.
His mouth muddles together but opens enough to capture Clark’s lips once more.
They kiss sensually, Clark letting go of Jeremy’s softening cock.
In turn, Jeremy lowers his legs. Clark slowly pulls away, lands one more peck on Jeremy’s lips, and starts pulling out his cock.
Hands trail down Jeremy’s body as Clark maneuvers out from above him and stands.
He walks over to the robe and towel on the ground, picking up the towel and wiping off his spent dick.
Looking over at Jeremy to offer the towel, his gaze gets lost as he looks over the whole of Jeremy’s naked form.
Jeremy squirms under the scrutiny, holding out his hand and asking, “Can I see that?”
Clark blinks and gets back on the bed, crawling to Jeremy’s side and wiping the cum off his belly and chest for him. Jeremy puts his hand behind his head and relaxes back into the bedding as Clark finishes and tosses the towel aside, saying, “Thanks.”
“Oh,” Clark’s breathless still as he reaches over to the other nightstand and pulls out a glass water bottle that sweats with perspiration. Jeremy drinks from it and hands it back to Clark, watching his throat work as he gulps down the rest.
Ready to relax, Clark lies down on his side next to Jeremy, arm propping up his head as he looks down Jeremy’s body and asks, “Did you like that?”
Jeremy laughs, nodding, “Yes. Very much. You?”
“Hm,” Clark’s hand lightly trails over Jeremy’s torso and leaves a line of sparks in its wake, “Let’s stay here the rest of the day.”
Chuckling again, Jeremy asks, “Is that a yes?”
Clark’s eyes flick up to Jeremy’s, all twinkly and bright. He searches Jeremy’s face, very serious, as he tells him, “I’ve been imagining us having sex with you for a long time.”
Losing his smile, Jeremy chews on the inside of his cheek nervously and asks, “So, did it live up to your expectations?”
A small grin spreads on Clark’s face, leaning forward and saying against Jeremy’s lips, “And then some.”
Jeremy’s eyes droop closed and they kiss languidly, the action still causing a mess of butterflies to flutter in his gut.
Clark pulls back and Jeremy licks his lips to taste the leftover spiked saliva, eyes opening to search that handsome face.
Clark does the same, fingers coming up to Jeremy’s collarbone and tracing the line there.
Jeremy keeps looking at Clark’s face in close proximity as he replies, “Good. I was worried.”
Clark chuckles, “What could you be worried about?”
“That it wouldn’t be as good as you were imagining,” Jeremy shares.
Rolling his eyes, Clark says, “No way. I knew you would be great in bed the second I saw you ride a horse.”
Readjusting in bed and leaning more into Clark, Jeremy asks, “How is Asher?”
“Excellent. Although I’m sure she misses you,” Clark winks.
“Let’s go riding soon.”
“What? In this weather? No way,” Clark shakes his head.
“C’mon, it’s not that bad,” Jeremy laughs.
“It’s freezing!” Clark laughs along, “I can’t even get into the holiday spirit, I’m so cold.”
Jeremy’s hand comes up and plays with Clark’s silken curtain bangs, asking, “What are our plans for Christmas?”
“I don’t know,” Clark sighs, leaning into Jeremy’s touch, “I’ve been locked up in here from the snowstorm and all I’ve been thinking about was getting you back.”
Smirking, Jeremy notes, “You were always such a baby with the snow.”
“I’d give anything to get away from it,” Clark admits.
“I heard Crystal Island is coming out next month,” Jeremy mentions, “Are you going to LA for the premiere?”
“Yep, and you’re coming with me,” Clark tells him.