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"In that case, yes, I'm a total cock slut."
Jack grinned. "Perfect. That still doesn't mean you're going to get my dick, though. You still have to pass the test, cupcake."
The lube was in the drawer of the table George was kneeling on, and wasn't that handy? Seconds later, he’d squirted some directly into George's crack.
"Shit, that's cold," George protested, shivering.
Jack smacked his ass, then for good measure, did the same on the other cheek. He couldn't very well leave one handprint, now could he? Shit like that had to be balanced. "You'd better not be complaining there, or I’ll take my fat fingers and my thick cock elsewhere."
"Sorry. Not complaining."
Jack dragged his middle finger from the top of George's crack downward, bypassing his hole. Teasing him was way too much fun. Plus sexy because hello, that view? He could study that for hours.
He repeated his move, this time stopping briefly to circle the little pink star. George moaned, pushing his ass back. Jack slapped it again. "I set the pace. You'll take what I give you."
He'd played being bossy with partners before, but never to this extent, and he fucking loved it. George was so into it, responding to his every cue. When he trailed down his crack again, George stayed still, though he made another one of those lovely sounds. Behavior like that had to be rewarded.
"Time to see if you've been telling the truth about how good you are." His hand was already halfway to its destination when he pulled it back. Oh, he had a brilliant idea. "Hold your butt cheeks open for me with both hands. Present yourself to me."
The needy little whimper that flew from George's lips settled straight into Jack's balls. Fuck, this was so hot. He brought his face close to that butt, blowing another hot breath over it. George shivered, goose bumps pebbling on his skin. Enough with the teasing. Jack didn’t want him to get too impatient.
He pressed his thumb against George’s hole, smiling broadly when it sank inside without an issue. “Mmm, yes, cupcake, look at your greedy little hole sucking me in. You want it bad, don’t you?”
He’d never been able to play like this, and he fucking loved it. All the things he imagined, that he thought hot and erotic, had never found a willing ear. Vulgar, one man had called it. Offensive. Another had pretended to be okay with it, but Jack had spotted the slight cringe on his face. But George? He soaked this shit up, drank it all in, reacting to every word Jack said. Unapologetically horny, hungry, and hot. What an intoxicating combination.
He switched his thumb for his middle and index finger, sliding in and then pumping them in and out of that tight little hole. George widened his legs even more, his body trembling underneath Jack’s hands. “You want to beg for my cock, don’t you?” Jack asked him, his voice thick with lust.
“So badly…”
“Let me hear it. If you beg prettily enough, I might grant your wish.”
“Oh god… I don’t… You want me to use actual words?”
Jack laughed. “Words would be good. How else am I gonna know you’re starving for it, cupcake?”
“Fuck, okay. Erm… Your cock is like… Imagine not having had a drink in a whole day and it’s super hot and sweaty and all you can think of is a tall, ice-cold glass of water. That’s how I want your cock right now. Like, it’s the only thing that will quench my thirst.”
“Damn, cupcake, that’s poetic.”
“Good enough for a reward?”
Jack pulled back his fingers. Enough was enough. He grabbed a condom from the drawer under the table and rolled it on, then added some extra lube. The boy would need it. “You’ll feel this tomorrow.”
“Worth it. Gimme.”
Fuck, yeah. A boy eager for his cock. What a turn-on. “Buckle up, cupcake. I’m about to take you for a ride.”
5
How was this his life? Mere hours ago, he’d been at Gale’s, hanging out with his friends. Now he sat kneeling on a table while a man hotter than he could’ve dreamed up was about to fuck him with the most perfect cock on the planet. That robbery was proving to be the best thing that had ever happened to him.
He curled his hands around the edge of the table when the slick head of Jack’s cock pressed against his hole. At the thought of what was about to happen, a shiver danced down his spine from his neck all the way to his tailbone. Jack had been right. His ass would feel this tomorrow, but he so didn’t care.
He bore down, gritting his teeth when the pressure built. Jack’s cock pushed past that first barrier, and George whimpered. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He wasn’t only big in length but so damn thick too. Definitely bigger than his dildo.
“You okay?” Worry laced Jack’s voice.
“I’m good. I’m good.”
