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I heard the air stagger out of J.D.'s lungs like he hadn't expected that. My hand made it to his hip, then the soft skin beside that. When I finally let my fingers wrap around the base of his dick, J.D. was breathing just a little too hard, and I had definitely taken control. I just wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"Tanner..." he breathed.
So I leaned in, running my tongue up the underside of his dick. "Trying to say I should take it easy on you?"
The corner of his lip curled up. "Naw. I'm just curious about whether you swallow."
"Yeah," I assured him before shoving my entire mouth over the head of his dick.
And then I pushed down. J.D.'s hand found the back of my head. The other cupped my jaw, but he didn't pull. Instead, he tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let me have him. Fuck, but that looked good. I slid back, taking my time about it, and felt his fingers pushing into my hair. When I pressed in again, my bad boy pumped into my mouth like he was testing me out.
Yeah, this was going to be a bit of a power struggle, but I was actually ok with that. I didn't need him to be my plaything. Oddly, I didn't want him to be. No, I liked everything about his attitude, and couldn't wait to see what happened when he turned it on me.
So I slid my hand back with my mouth, stroking him as I sucked him off. He made another of those deep noises, and then he took over. His head dropped, our eyes met, and he thrust between my lips. There was nothing gentle about it, either. He only pushed until he reached the back of my throat, and he was watching me the entire time, our eyes locked.
"You can have my ass," he said, passion turning his voice into something nearly a growl, "but I'm fucking your face like I wanna."
Letting go of his dick, I reached up to clasp his wrist instead, all but giving him permission. His lips parted, he pulled in a silent breath when he realized I was giving him my version of consent, and then his fingers fisted in the back of my hair. That was when he took over.
J.D. pumped himself into my mouth, pulling my face down the way he wanted. I could no longer see his face, but I loved the intensity. No, I was not the kind of man who got off on being used, but it seemed he wasn't either. Granted, gentle men had never done it for me. My weakness was the kind of man who wasn't shy, quiet, or passive. I liked the dangerous ones, the kind who had sharp edges to their personalities - he was all of that and more - because I liked the challenge. I loved the rush. I wanted the conquest.
But the next time he thrust, I pressed my tongue against his dick. Then I curled it around the shaft, taunting him, teasing him, sucking gently to devour him. He might think he was taking my mouth, but damned if I wasn't taking him too. Every time he rocked into the back of my throat, I made sure he didn't want to pull back, and I never touched him with anything but my mouth.
All those tattoos on his body were flexing and shifting before me. His fingers were clenching my head a little tighter. I loved the way his abs tensed and relaxed as he thrust himself between my lips, and I could tell he was loving this too.
So I reached up to fondle his balls. That was when the bad boy of the PBR growled with desire. His thrusts got more insistent, so my fingers squeezed just a bit, keeping him right where I wanted. Sure, maybe J.D. was fucking my face, but I was the one in control here, and I was pretty sure we both knew it.
I also got the feeling my man liked it.
A lot.
Because his dick was getting thicker. I could feel his pulse pounding against my tongue. A glance upwards showed J.D.'s eyes clenched shut as tightly as possible as he allowed himself to get lost in the feel of my mouth. Faster. A little deeper. I dropped my eyes and did everything I could to make him feel so good. He fucked like he couldn't help himself until, with a strangled noise in the back of his throat, he lost control and came.
I swallowed, doing nothing more than taking what he was offering. From the salty taste on the back of my tongue to the way his hands softened against the back of my head, not quite ready to caress, J.D.'s movements spoke volumes. We were testing each other, we both knew it, and while I wasn't sure about him, I liked what I found.
Sliding my lips from his dick, I pushed to my feet and headed straight for the bed. Behind me, J.D. didn't move for a moment. I was pretty sure he'd expected me to want a kiss, or a cuddle, or something sweet, but I was not that kind of man. He wasn't either, so I didn't want to fuck around with lies and gestures to placate him. Especially since we didn't want it.
A little laugh slipped from his lips the moment I flopped back down onto the mattress, but then he followed me. I caught the unevenness of his first step. That was from his bad knee. The second probably wasn't, but J.D. didn't seem to care. He dropped down on the side by the lube and condoms, then let out a heavy sigh of satisfaction.
"So, not a cuddler," he said, making it a proclamation.
"You or me?" I asked.
He glanced over. "You, because I am."
Not at all what I'd expected. "I just figured you needed a moment," I admitted as I shifted closer.
And he rolled into me. We met with our mouths first, and our hands right after. The first kiss was hard. The next was deeper. Then each pass of our mouths grew softer and more meaningful. It was like something had been settled, and now I was finally getting to see the real man no one ever had before - except maybe Cody.
J.D. kissed me like he was drowning. His hands clung to me almost desperately. The feel of this man wantingme, not just a guy to fuck, was too obvious to ignore, and it pierced right through all the emotional walls I'd ever put up. In that moment, I realized he wasn't anything I'd expected.
He was simply everything he'd ever let me see. All of it, at the same time.
I liked that so much. He was vulnerable, soft, hard, dangerous, and loyal. What made J.D. so different was that he didn't play the games the rest of us felt we had to. He didn't say the right things, act the proper ways, or go the places he was expected to. Instead, he threw who he was in our faces, almost like he was begging someone - anyone - to accept the person he'd become.
That was what I'd been missing about him. It was why he worked so well with Cody. It was the one thing I'd never been able to do, and I was drawn to his raw honesty like a fucking moth to a flame. I wanted to taste his need. I longed to feel his trust. As my tongue delved between his teeth, exploring every last inch of his mouth, I also couldn't deny that I had to feel him, see him, and my achingly hard dick did not want to wait any longer.
Shifting over his body, I kept kissing. His hands kept exploring, teasing my body with each pass across my skin. He flicked my left nipple, bit my lip, then grabbed my hips and settled me right between his legs. Dick to dick, I thrust, grinding my length against his, but the partly dried spit made it rub all wrong.
