I open my watery eyes to him staring down at me, clinging to my headboard as he thrusts in and out. His lips are parted, and he’s panting. He leaks more in my mouth, and I do my best to swallow the bitterness.
“Okay, enough of that. Fuck. Watching you suck me down is… Can’t come yet.”
Jett pulls out of my mouth, leaving a trail of saliva, which I lick away.
Still straddling my chest, he reaches for the condom, opening it. Once it’s rolled on his cock, he grabs the lube and scoots off me.
“Roll over,” he orders after slathering some oil on my dick. I’m loving his bossiness. It’s nice to have someone else take charge for a change. When I’m on my stomach, he gently smacks my ass. “Up.” My ass is now in the air, and my face is planted in the pillow. Cold lube dribbles over my hole, and he starts to work me open with one finger.
“Tell me if it’s too much, if it hurts, or if you need me to stop.”
“No way are we stopping this.”
“Wes…”
“Seriously, I’m good.”
Jett pushes his finger in deeper, wiggling it around until he grazes my prostate, something I’m happily familiar with. It’sa different sort of arousal, sending chills across my skin and making my eyes roll into my head.
While he works me open, he continues to kiss and nip my ass cheeks. After he’s pushed two fingers inside, he marks me again by sucking on my skin.
“God… so fucking good…” I breathe.
Just when I’m melted into the mattress, he yanks his fingers out, leaving me cold and bereft. I don’t move as he maneuvers behind me.
“Stop me if I hurt you,” he reminds me.
“I will.”
Jett lines himself up, his tip nudging against me before it breaches the muscle. Not gonna lie, it stings as he stretches me wider than his three fingers. I breathe through it and bear down as he pushes inside. He eases out and sinks back in. Each time, he pushes in deeper and deeper until he’s fully seated.
I breathe through the burn, unmoving, while he lets me adjust.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah… just another second. This definitely stings more than a strap-on,” I chuckle.
Once the pain subsides, I’m left with a feeling of fullness, stuffed with his cock.
I glance back at him over my shoulder. “I’m ready.”
“You sure?”
“Yep. Go for it.”
Jett pulls out and eases back in. He does that a few times before he picks up the speed and hits me harder. His fingers claw at my ass as he rolls over my prostate. Soon, he’s snapping his hips, grunting each time he does. That could be me making that weird noise. It’s hard to tell with the pressure building and my body growing warm all over as he keeps stimulating me.
“How… do you… feel?” he asks.
All I can do is make a muffled noise in the pillow, solely focused on his dick inside me. It feels different from anything I’ve experienced before, but so right. Jett feels right. He belongs here. I’m going to want so much more. It’s stopped being about sex. It’s become more than that. He’s claiming my body. He’s marked me. I’ve become his. I belong to him.
My arousal moves in waves. He shifts and twists, keeping my pleasure going. The sensation grows, then plateaus for a second, before I’m burning up enough to almost orgasm, then it starts over. He teases and prolongs the moment. I feel everything he’s giving me through my entire body, not just my dick and groin.
My heart is hammering, and my breathing is erratic. I’m usually filled with dirty talk, but I can’t speak at all. I’m lost in Jett’s pounding.
My fingers curl into my sheets, and I push my ass back for more. I feel like I’m perpetually on the brink of climaxing, but I keep being denied. My cock is leaking everywhere.
Something unfurls inside me like a loosened knot. My toes curl, and I throw back my head as I’m hit with a full-body orgasm, one I’ve never experienced before in life. “Oh, fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck…”
