slowed down Kieran’s need for rough and now. He still couldn’t get his head around what had happened in the truck. Telling Jason about Joe and about how his friends had jumped to his physical and emotional rescue had been a mistake. He’d seen Jason change immediately. His eyes had shown every emotion running through him, from a flash of pity to an unhealthy dose of chivalry. Somehow he’d got it in his head that he should back off to save Kieran. Save him how, Kieran couldn’t decipher.
He needed this connection and he needed it tonight. He’d daydreamt about it enough since he’d nearly fallen over outside Jason’s cabin. Telling Jason about the one fantasy he had, though—that had maybe been a bridge too far. No one wanted a small guy to be in charge. No one expected him to be the one who could top. But to blurt it out like that, the thought of tying Jason up. A hand to each bedpost, ankles to the bottom posts, maybe blindfolded…
He groaned then buried his hands in Jason’s hair, slanting his head and wanting more of a taste.
“That’s just one finger,” Jason pulled back and murmured. Kieran squirmed—he wanted more than one. Two, three, four—he wanted to screw himself down on Jason’s fingers…
Had he said something out loud? Jason was chuckling into their kiss then there was the push-press-burn of a second finger, slick and sharp. It widened him and a third had him arching up then down onto Jason’s hand.
Jason found the sweet spot and massaged gently. Kieran wanted more. He wanted to be stretched, filled, readied for Kieran’s cock.
“More…” he moaned.
“Four,” Jason whispered. He stretched and twisted his fingers, and Kieran was babbling and begging, and when Jason touched his thumb to Kieran’s taint he had to hold back his orgasm as it threatened to sweep over him.
“You,” Kieran demanded. He knew he was a pushy bottom, but he couldn’t help it. Jason had to be inside him now. This second. Jason moved his fingers and pulled them out gently. Then he sheathed his cock and pushed Kieran’s legs apart and up. Looking down at Kieran’s ass, Jason licked his lips.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “So sexy.”
“Kiss me,” Kieran demanded.
“In time,” Jason murmured. He pressed his cock against Kieran and pushed in past the ring of loosened muscle. For a second he held the position, then, taking Kieran’s mouth in a kiss, he pressed home. The burn was intense, and sexy, and it felt fucking perfect. Now Jason needed to move. They kissed and breathed in time, and Jason set up a steady push with his cock.
“You’re going to make me come again,” Jason said between kisses, “like I’m eighteen all over again.”
Kieran shifted a little so he could hook one leg over Jason’s arm and suddenly Jason was deeper, and it was so fucking good. The kisses became nothing more than shared breath and, with his cock trapped between Jason and himself, he wanted to come right now. His orgasm was explosive and he yelled his completion, the sound swallowed by Jason’s kissing. Two thrusts, three, Jason’s cock rubbing across his prostate and the orgasm pumped ropes of cum between them.
“Fuck,” Jason moaned then he stiffened and emptied his load into Kieran. Again and again he pushed inside until finally, with eyes screwed shut, he fell limp against Kieran.
“Heavy,” Kieran whimpered. Jason pulled out and tied off the condom before dropping it in the small bin next to the bed. Then he rolled onto his back next to Kieran.
“That was awesome,” he said.
“Past awesome,” Kieran said on a yawn.
“Are you okay?” Jason asked. “Did I hurt you? I usually only use three but you wanted more and—”
“Stop analysing,” Kieran demanded, although the words lacked heat as he was so sleepy. There was nothing like the feeling after good sex to send him to sleep, and, to be honest, he hadn’t had good sex in one hell of a long time. “Tired,” he added. Rolling on his side, he moved
He needed this connection and he needed it tonight. He’d daydreamt about it enough since he’d nearly fallen over outside Jason’s cabin. Telling Jason about the one fantasy he had, though—that had maybe been a bridge too far. No one wanted a small guy to be in charge. No one expected him to be the one who could top. But to blurt it out like that, the thought of tying Jason up. A hand to each bedpost, ankles to the bottom posts, maybe blindfolded…
He groaned then buried his hands in Jason’s hair, slanting his head and wanting more of a taste.
“That’s just one finger,” Jason pulled back and murmured. Kieran squirmed—he wanted more than one. Two, three, four—he wanted to screw himself down on Jason’s fingers…
Had he said something out loud? Jason was chuckling into their kiss then there was the push-press-burn of a second finger, slick and sharp. It widened him and a third had him arching up then down onto Jason’s hand.
Jason found the sweet spot and massaged gently. Kieran wanted more. He wanted to be stretched, filled, readied for Kieran’s cock.
“More…” he moaned.
“Four,” Jason whispered. He stretched and twisted his fingers, and Kieran was babbling and begging, and when Jason touched his thumb to Kieran’s taint he had to hold back his orgasm as it threatened to sweep over him.
“You,” Kieran demanded. He knew he was a pushy bottom, but he couldn’t help it. Jason had to be inside him now. This second. Jason moved his fingers and pulled them out gently. Then he sheathed his cock and pushed Kieran’s legs apart and up. Looking down at Kieran’s ass, Jason licked his lips.
“Beautiful,” he whispered. “So sexy.”
“Kiss me,” Kieran demanded.
“In time,” Jason murmured. He pressed his cock against Kieran and pushed in past the ring of loosened muscle. For a second he held the position, then, taking Kieran’s mouth in a kiss, he pressed home. The burn was intense, and sexy, and it felt fucking perfect. Now Jason needed to move. They kissed and breathed in time, and Jason set up a steady push with his cock.
“You’re going to make me come again,” Jason said between kisses, “like I’m eighteen all over again.”
Kieran shifted a little so he could hook one leg over Jason’s arm and suddenly Jason was deeper, and it was so fucking good. The kisses became nothing more than shared breath and, with his cock trapped between Jason and himself, he wanted to come right now. His orgasm was explosive and he yelled his completion, the sound swallowed by Jason’s kissing. Two thrusts, three, Jason’s cock rubbing across his prostate and the orgasm pumped ropes of cum between them.
“Fuck,” Jason moaned then he stiffened and emptied his load into Kieran. Again and again he pushed inside until finally, with eyes screwed shut, he fell limp against Kieran.
“Heavy,” Kieran whimpered. Jason pulled out and tied off the condom before dropping it in the small bin next to the bed. Then he rolled onto his back next to Kieran.
“That was awesome,” he said.
“Past awesome,” Kieran said on a yawn.
“Are you okay?” Jason asked. “Did I hurt you? I usually only use three but you wanted more and—”
“Stop analysing,” Kieran demanded, although the words lacked heat as he was so sleepy. There was nothing like the feeling after good sex to send him to sleep, and, to be honest, he hadn’t had good sex in one hell of a long time. “Tired,” he added. Rolling on his side, he moved
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