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“Not here,” she said. “Come to mine?”
“Can’t you just email me?” he said, downing the shot with a grimace.
She shook her head, her bunches dancing. “I’m not putting any of this into emails. Come over and all will be made clear.”
“I’m kinda in the middle of something here,” Jesse said, sliding off his stool as Tyler caught his eye and nodded to the exit.
Trixy glanced at Tyler and snorted. “Fine. Go have your lackluster bar-pickup sex, thencome over. I’ll be awake all night anyway.”
* * * *
They hadn’t even got to Jesse’s floor before Tyler was shoving him against the wall and thrusting his tongue into his mouth. There really was strength in his brawny arms, evident in the way he was grabbing roughly at Jesse’s arse, but the movements were clumsy with drink and desperation. Jesse concentrated on the feel of the strong, male body, his warm, musky scent and the very promising feel of a hard, long member crushed into his crotch.
“I want you to hold me down, yeah?” he said as he fumbled through his pockets for his keys. “Make me beg.”
“Fuck yeah,” Tyler panted, grinding against him. “I can do that, baby. I’ll make you beg.”
Jesse got the door open and they shambled across the sitting area, shedding coats and shoes as they went. Tyler’s breathing was heavy, his hands grasping, the kiss sloppy and demanding. Jesse grunted as he came up against the kitchen unit and yanked Tyler’s salmon-pink shirt over his head. He was toned as an athlete, his skin tanned and dusted with fair hair. His biceps bunched invitingly, making Jesse’s arousal spike. Jesse ran his hands up them. Tyler responded with a growl and fumbled at his belt.
As soon as he’d unfastened his fly, Tyler shoved Jesse’s hands down the front of his pants. A frisson of excitement went through Jesse when he measured the thickness and weight of the hard flesh in his hands. He began stroking and tilted his head away from the clumsy kiss to let Tyler mouth wetly at his neck.
“Get your pretty arse out, yeah?”
“Hold me down,” Jesse breathed, closing his eyes and clutching at Tyler’s hard biceps with one hand, pumping the thick length with the other.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Tyler panted, unbuttoning Jesse’s jeans. “Where’s your room?”
“No. Right here.”
“Fuck. Okay.”
Tyler spun Jesse, shoved him against the counter and yanked his jeans down. He grabbed Jesse’s wrist with his free hand and crushed himself against his arse, fumbling his thick cock toward his entrance.
“Jesus,” Jesse growled. “Put a rubber on, you reprobate.”
“Christ, really? Now?”
“Yes,now,” Jesse snapped, yanking open a drawer and slamming a condom on the counter.
Tyler swore and reached over, pinning Jesse with his strong legs but then he heard the packet ripping and Tyler’s grunts as he sheathed himself. “Lube?”
Jesse fumbled in the drawer and handed the bottle over. He listened to the slick sound of Tyler lubricating himself then two lubed fingers were thrust into him. Jesse swore and crushed his eyes shut. He breathed through the feel of invasion as Tyler fumbled at him, stretching and probing, breathing heavily in his ear.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Now?”
“Get it in,” Jesse said, clutching the countertop. Tyler groaned then Jesse gasped as Tyler’s length slammed into him. Jesse moaned, drinking in the sharp stretch, the feel of the counter digging into his belly, the strong frame pinning him in place, the fingers tightening around his wrist.
“Yeah, you want that?” Tyler muttered as he kicked Jesse’s legs farther apart and bent him over the counter. “Fuck,” he swore as he started to move. “Fuck, yes, yes, yes.”
Tyler growled and grunted in time with his thrusts. Jesse closed his eyes and ears and fumbled for his own cock, concentrating on the sweet, deep pummeling and trying to angle himself so Tyler reached the spot inside that burst with pleasure upon contact.
“Harder,” Jesse said through clenched teeth.
“Christ, yes,” Tyler said, and obeyed, ramming him into the counter. “Ask for it. Tell me to fuck you, baby.”
Jesse clenched his mouth shut, buried himself in the sensations, tried to ignore the awkward angle, the way Tyler grasped his wrist with bruising but not dominating force and stroked himself faster, willing the cloud of sparks building under his stomach to swell and spread.
But then Tyler was crying out, thrusting deep and holding himself in, trembling and groaning.
