17. Cj #3
His voice trailed off as Evan withdrew his fingers and wiped them on the bed as he positioned himself between CJ’s legs.
Watching Evan tear open a condom and roll it on in one smooth, confident move shouldn’t have been hot, but it was.
So was watching him pour a healthy amount of lube in his hand to coat his cock before pressing the tip against CJ’s hole.
Evan paused for a split second, just long enough to give CJ a look of pure want, then he pushed forward.
CJ inhaled sharply at the burn before he forced himself to relax and breathe through the initial discomfort and stretch.
Evan bottomed out inside CJ, and he dropped his head. “Jesus Christ,” he said through clenched teeth. “You feel so fucking good.”
CJ wrapped his legs around Evan’s waist, using his heels to pull him deeper. “Move,” he demanded, and even to his ears, his voice was rough. He was barely hanging on. “Fuck me like you’ve hated me for seven years.”
That was all it took. Evan pulled out almost completely, then slammed forward again, setting a rhythm that was immediately punishing. There was no adjustment period, nothing gentle or slow about his thrusts, but it wasn’t enough.
“Harder,” CJ panted as he met every thrust. The sound of their slick skin slapping together in the quiet room was almost obscene. “Is that all you’ve got? I remember you being able to fuck me through the mattress.”
His words had the desired effect, and he gripped Evan’s biceps as his movements became more forceful and possessive.
“You want it hard?” Evan practically growled.
He shifted angles to hit that spot inside CJ that sent him flying, then Evan drove into him with a force that stole CJ’s breath.
Each thrust felt like Evan was claiming him, and CJ met him move for move, lifting his hips to take him deeper, their bodies moving together in a frantic, desperate cadence.
“That’s it,” Evan said through gritted teeth. He braced his hands on either side of CJ’s head, arms caging him in. “You better hold on.”
CJ could only moan in response as Evan snapped his hips forward, hitting that bundle of nerves inside him every time with incredible accuracy, sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body.
This wasn’t about them reconnecting anymore.
This was Evan trying to erase seven years of absence with every thrust, making it impossible for anyone else’s touch to ever register again.
CJ was a willing participant in their mutual destruction, and he arched into every drive of Evan’s hips.
“Harder,” he gasped. “Stop holding back.”
A dark chuckle was his only warning before Evan hooked CJ’s legs over his shoulders and drove into him with a new, deeper angle that made CJ’s vision black out at the edges.
With one shaky hand, he fisted his own cock, stroking in time with Evan’s thrusts, chasing a release that felt imminent but wouldn’t come until Evan allowed it.
“Look at me,” Evan commanded, his voice hoarse.
He waited for CJ to open his eyes and meet his gaze before he continued. A smirk played at his lips, and he shifted his weight in a slow, deliberate withdrawal that made CJ’s hips rise in silent protest.
“You always were too good at giving orders.” Evan panted from the strain of holding back. “But you forgot who’s in charge now.”
He gave CJ a wicked grin, and his next thrust was a sharp, deep, punishing statement that forced a choked exhalation from CJ’s throat.
Any question CJ may have had about whether Evan was just looking for a quick fuck vanished.
Evan varied the rhythm and angle of every thrust until CJ didn’t know whether to expect a slow, grinding pressure or a quick, jarring impact.
Evan took him to the edge over and over until he was begging for release.
“Seven years I’ve thought about this.” Evan leaned down to speak, his breath hot against CJ’s ear as his words sent a low vibration right through CJ’s bones. “Thought about every single way I’d have you again.”
The words were a promise and a threat, and Evan’s hips snapped forward in a sharp, deliberate thrust that nailed CJ’s prostate, making him cry out.
Evan thrust again and again, finally settling into a relentless rhythm designed to overwhelm CJ with sensation.
CJ hadn’t been this lost in pleasure in years, and it was so intense that it bordered on pain.
But he was so close, and he couldn’t fight the need coiling in his groin.
“Evan,” CJ cried, his name a broken plea. “Please…I can’t…I need…”
Evan reached between them and closed his fist around CJ’s straining erection, stroking him in perfect, infuriating time with his thrusts. “Let go,” he ordered. “Come for me, CJ. Let me see you.”
With a final, powerful thrust, CJ shattered, crying out Evan’s name as he spilled over Evan’s fist and onto his own stomach in hot, pulsing waves. Evan followed him over the edge a moment later, and his release flooded the condom as he buried himself deep inside CJ in a final, possessive claim.