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“All done,” I tell him.
“No, do more,” Jack all but begs.
I can’t help letting out a soft chuckle. “Steady on, killer. There’ll be plenty of time for me to slap you around later if that’s what you’re into.”
“I’m notintoit. It’s just—“
I cut him off by lowering myself to my knees, laving my tongue over the redness on Jack’s arse. He lets out a soft groan, which gets louder as I gently spread his crease to run my tongue around his rim, lapping at the sensitive entrance to his hole. I spread his cheeks wider and thrust my tongue right in there, as deep as I can reach.
“Fuuucckkk!!” Jack groans as I eat his arse, still so sensitive from the butt plug.
I reach around and take hold of Jack’s hard, pulsing dick, using its seeping precum as a natural lube as I fist his length.
I can tell he’s only moments away from coming, but I’m not even close to done with him yet, so as I feel the climax building in the base of his shaft, I pull my tongue out of his hole and slide my hand up to press my thumb firmly against the tip of his dick to hold off his orgasm.
“Fuck!” Jack groans in frustration, slamming his hand against the window. His breathing is ragged, and I leave him to get control of himself while I pull out my throbbing erection and roll on a condom. I tear open a packet of lube and apply it liberally to my sheathed dick, and then I’m back probing at Jack’s entrance, this time fucking into him with my dick instead of my tongue.
I dig my fingers into his sides as I snap my hips, driving in deeper with each thrust. Fucking hell, it shouldnotfeel this good to be inside Jack Macey. None of this makes any sense. But for the life of me I can’t fucking stop. I have an unhealthy addiction and I’m pretty sure it’s going to end up killing me.
Digging my fingers in even harder, I duck my head and bite down into the flesh at Jack’s shoulder, revelling in the groan he lets out at the contact.
I chuckle. “Sounds like someone’s a secret masochist.”
“Don’t think I’m going to let you pour hot wax on me or some shit,” he pants out.
“Macey, you’re giving me ideas,” I murmur, and then duck my head to chew on his neck again.
“Ah, fuck, I’m going to come!”
I pull out of Jack’s arse and drag his hips back from the wall. Wrapping my hand around his dick I press on the tip, once again forcing back the orgasm
“Not yet,” I growl. “Not until I say you can.”
“Fucking hell, you’re such a dick,” he whines.
I let out a wry chuckle. “You’ll thank me for it later.”
I bury my cock back inside his tight heat, savouring the
strangled groan he lets out as I drive in deep. I grip tightly to his waist as my gaze fixates on his perfect, round arse and my dick moving in and out of it.
I can feel the climax building inside me, but I push it back, not ready to end this just yet. I run my palm along the hard muscles of Jack’s torso, my other hand reaching down to gently tug at his balls. He throws his head back with a groan and it comes to rest on my shoulder. His naked body is slicked with sweat and part of me is wishing I’d taken the opportunity to get undressed so we were skin to skin right now. I’ll just have to remember for next time...
I take his cock in hand again, and find that this time when his climax threatens, he’s able to master it on his own. “Good,” I tell him, dropping his cock to return my grip to his hips.
I decide it’s finally time to let it rip and start pounding into Jack at full power. He slams his palm against the wall again and again, wild moans escaping him as I fuck his arse in a frenzy. I feel my climax building again and this time I don’t hold back, savouring the sensation of my balls drawing tight, my body locking up.
“Come, Macey!” I order, right before blackness creeps into my vision as I come like a fucking hydrant.
As I come back from my orgasm, I see Jack doing exactly as I’d instructed—rapidly jerking his cock as jet after jet of his cum sprays across the wall. Just as well it’s that easy washable paint—a cum stain on a bright orange wall in my living room might raise a few eyebrows. Or it might not. It is me we’re talking about, after all.
I ease my cock out of Jack’s arse, tug off the condom and tie the end. Then I stride over to the kitchen so I can toss it in the rubbish, tucking my dick back in my pants on the return trip.
“All good?” I ask Jack, a little concerned that he’s still pressed up against the wall, resting his forehead on the surface.
He turns to look at me, wide eyes still glazed from his orgasm. He nods slowly. “What about the...”—he throws his thumb over his shoulder to the mess on the wall.
I smirk at him. “Are you offering to clean it?”
