Chapter 23 #2
Once I was coated, I threw the bottle to the side, not caring where it went.
I lined myself up with Jack’s hole, simply pressing the head of my cock against him.
“Are you ready, Jackson? I’m not going to go easy on you just because I love you.
I’m going to be rougher. Harder. I’m going to hurt you. Is that okay?”
He bent forward until he was nearly resting his upper body on the railing. “Yes. Fuck. Please. I want it to hurt. I need it. Please, just do it.”
“I’ve got you.” I put my hand on his shoulder for leverage, held my cock for stability, and thrust into him. I went further than I usually would for the first one, making it almost halfway in.
Fuck. He was so goddamn hot. So fucking tight. I wanted to push all the way in, but I didn’t want to hurt him. I knew that condoms felt different from bare, but I had no idea it was like this. I’d forgotten entirely how good it felt.
How close it felt.
Jack and I were close. Impossibly close. It wasn’t even enough, though I tried to tell myself it was as close as we could get.
His moans echoed into the air, catching on the wind and flowing into the night sky of the busy city below us. There were cars and taxis and the bustle of night shift workers or people getting off their day jobs. A few police sirens were blaring, zooming down the street.
But the loudest of it all were his whimpers. His moans. His begs for more.
So I gave him more. I gripped his hair, pulling him back a little as I rammed into him, not stopping until my hips met his ass. He yelled so loudly, it was almost a scream.
His voice cracked on my name. “Forrest! Oh, fuck. Oh. Oh, fuck, shit. You feel so good. So good.”
I threw my head back as I used his shoulder and hair as leverage, pulling almost all the way out, only to pound back into him. I’d promised him rough, and he was going to get rough. I’d promised to mark him, and he was going to be marked. He was going to get all of me. My heart, my mind, my body.
“Jerk yourself, Jackson. Make yourself come on my cock. I want to feel you.” I let his head fall forward as I let him go, instead grabbing his hips with a grip so tight I knew he’d wake up with bruises tomorrow. Bruises in the shape of my hands. No one else’s. Just mine.
He used one hand to hold himself up on the railing, snaking his other below to stroke himself. He was so fucking gone, he wasn’t even forming words. Just noises. Sweet, incoherent, delicious noises.
I’d done that to him. I’d rendered him completely and utterly speechless. I’d taken something he was terrified of losing and made it something pleasurable for him.
I used his hips to force him onto my cock, pushing and pulling as he fell apart around me. I didn’t know how much longer I could possibly last as my stomach started to clench and warmth ran up my legs. So close. So fucking close.
Jack gave me a whimper—a very specific whimper.
He was on the edge. He was right there, and I needed to push him over.
I slid my hand up, feeling his skin beneath his shirt.
Once I got to the middle of his back, I curved my fingers down, scraping my nails on the way back.
Down, down, down… I thrust into him harder.
Faster. So much so, the ashtray beside us fell right by my foot, clattering loudly.
But his moans were louder. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Forrest, please! Please. Please.”
“Come on, Jackson. Come on my cock so I can come inside of you. Mark you.” I scratched across his lower back.
“Don’t you want me dripping out of you after?
” I gripped his hip with my other hand even harder, pulling him against me and keeping him there.
“When I pull out of you, I want to watch it. I want to see my cum leak from your hole. I want to see that I’ve ruined you.
” A swivel of my hips as deep as I could go.
His hole pulsed around me, clenching tight as he let out a long, guttural moan straight from his chest. I pounded into him as he screamed—fucking screamed. Christ, I loved making him scream.
I grabbed his arm, pulling it behind his back, using it as nothing more than a tool.
Using him the way he wanted to be used. I gripped his wrist, forcing him back onto my cock with each brutal thrust I could muster.
I had to pull my shirt up and tuck it under my chin, looking down and watching how my cock disappeared into his ass.
My forehead was dripping with sweat, little drops falling onto his skin below me. He was like jelly, barely holding himself up as I panted through the first crushing wave of my orgasm.
Using his arm, I forced his ass onto me one last time, throwing my head back as I squeezed my eyes shut. I moaned into the air, the sound mixing with his soft pleas.
I filled him to the fucking brim. I marked him in the most literal way possible. With the red streaks across his skin, the palm-shaped bruises he’d have in the morning, and my cum deep inside of him.
Jack smelled like me like I smelled like him. He looked like mine. I loved him. He loved me.
My vision went blurry as I leaned down, wrapping my arms around his middle, my cock still inside of him. I sniffled as I started to go soft. “You chose me.”
He reached behind him, touching me wherever he could. Though he was out of breath, he gained just enough to tell me. “I think I already had in the beginning. But I was too scared to accept it.”
I rested my forehead on his shirt, rubbing my skin against the fabric. “Thank you for choosing me.”
“I always will.”
“Yeah. Me too.” I pressed a kiss against his covered shoulder blade. “I’ll always choose you, too.”