Would you like that? Me telling you how I’m going to fuck you?”
Jordan’s breathing spiked, and his heart jumped in chest. This time when Ryan’s fingers brushed his puckered rosette, he relaxed. “Yes, please, talk dirty to me.”
A foil packet ripped, latex rolled, and lube squirted. Ryan’s thighs brushed his, and he used his knees to spread Jordan’s wider. The tip of his cock was cool and wet, sliding along his crack, his hand going to Jordan’s hip to hold him in the position Ryan wanted.
“Breathe,” Ryan whispered. “Just breathe.”
Jordan gulped and breathed, unsure if it was fear or anticipation that shuddered through him. The pressure was gentle yet insistent, and just the tip breached his opening, then through the ring of inner muscles, his ass burning just slightly as everything stretched. Jordan fought to relax and breathe, instead focusing on how fiercely hard his cock was beginning to throb.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. This is a study of how much control I have. Thank fuck I jacked off before you came over.” Ryan inched a bit deeper, his breathing controlled yet ragged.
“You jacked off?”
“In the shower, picturing you up against the wall, your ass out, my cock deep inside you. The water was warm, sluicing over your pale skin and your firm muscles. I grabbed your cock,” Ryan’s hand slid around and found Jordan’s throbbing shaft, “and pumped in the same rhythm as my thrusts.” As if to demonstrate, Ryan did just that in a bare whisper of movement. It was enough to be intoxicating. “Don’t come.”
“Fuck!” Jordan sucked in as much air as his lungs could take and blasted thoughts of the most boring things he could think—bank statements, baseball stats, lacrosse scores. His balls tightened and everything inside of him seemed to swirl on desire.
“Good, huh?” Ryan gripped Jordan’s cock harder, stroking faster while the motion in his ass remained no more than a vibration. “Imagine what fun we can have. The pleasure. I’ll suck you on the beach, fuck you in a hammock.”
“Yes,” Jordan breathed. Jesus, yes.
Ryan was buried in his ass to the root, and Jordan’s toes wanted to curl on the fullness, the divine burn that started to fade, replaced with the tingling of nerves.
Ryan hips pulsed gently as he kissed Jordan’s back, nipped at his spine. “You can take me under the waterfall, and I’d want you to fuck me hard. I love it rough, your cock so deep you’ll fuck me out my own dick.”
Jordan moaned, the images sinful, almost as wicked as the feel of Ryan’s groin pressed against his ass on a down stroke. Suddenly, he wanted more, harder. Jordan arched backward, pushing against his palms, head down. Sweat beaded on his forehead, coating his skin. “Fuck me harder.”
“Excuse me?” Ryan withdrew a little and stilled.
“Fuck me harder. You heard me.”
Ryan slipped his shaft out so only the tip pulsed in Jordan’s ass. “No, I don’t think I did.”
Jordan bucked his hips and then remembered the rules. “Fuck me harder, please.”
“Very polite.” Ryan eased back in and Jordan sighed at the fullness. He picked up the tempo, gliding gently in and out, his hand gripping Jordan’s cock in the same rhythm.
“Oh, God. I don’t think I can take more,” Jordan whispered, dropping to his elbows because the pleasure was just too intense, his arms shaking. His balls wanted to combust, his cock needed to detonate, his ass bursting into the most awesome flames. Release would be torture, because that would mean it was over. “Please let me come.”
Ryan faltered in his strokes, panting, his skin blistering hot yet damp against Jordan’s back, ass, and thighs. “I’m there, too. Come with me, Jordan.”
Jordan jerked, the tidal wave of pleasure overtaking him. He thought he’d come hard before… This was ball-aching, toe curling, muscle-cramping hard, and if Ryan’s cock weren’t anchoring him to the bed, he would have shot off and
Jordan’s breathing spiked, and his heart jumped in chest. This time when Ryan’s fingers brushed his puckered rosette, he relaxed. “Yes, please, talk dirty to me.”
A foil packet ripped, latex rolled, and lube squirted. Ryan’s thighs brushed his, and he used his knees to spread Jordan’s wider. The tip of his cock was cool and wet, sliding along his crack, his hand going to Jordan’s hip to hold him in the position Ryan wanted.
“Breathe,” Ryan whispered. “Just breathe.”
Jordan gulped and breathed, unsure if it was fear or anticipation that shuddered through him. The pressure was gentle yet insistent, and just the tip breached his opening, then through the ring of inner muscles, his ass burning just slightly as everything stretched. Jordan fought to relax and breathe, instead focusing on how fiercely hard his cock was beginning to throb.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. This is a study of how much control I have. Thank fuck I jacked off before you came over.” Ryan inched a bit deeper, his breathing controlled yet ragged.
“You jacked off?”
“In the shower, picturing you up against the wall, your ass out, my cock deep inside you. The water was warm, sluicing over your pale skin and your firm muscles. I grabbed your cock,” Ryan’s hand slid around and found Jordan’s throbbing shaft, “and pumped in the same rhythm as my thrusts.” As if to demonstrate, Ryan did just that in a bare whisper of movement. It was enough to be intoxicating. “Don’t come.”
“Fuck!” Jordan sucked in as much air as his lungs could take and blasted thoughts of the most boring things he could think—bank statements, baseball stats, lacrosse scores. His balls tightened and everything inside of him seemed to swirl on desire.
“Good, huh?” Ryan gripped Jordan’s cock harder, stroking faster while the motion in his ass remained no more than a vibration. “Imagine what fun we can have. The pleasure. I’ll suck you on the beach, fuck you in a hammock.”
“Yes,” Jordan breathed. Jesus, yes.
Ryan was buried in his ass to the root, and Jordan’s toes wanted to curl on the fullness, the divine burn that started to fade, replaced with the tingling of nerves.
Ryan hips pulsed gently as he kissed Jordan’s back, nipped at his spine. “You can take me under the waterfall, and I’d want you to fuck me hard. I love it rough, your cock so deep you’ll fuck me out my own dick.”
Jordan moaned, the images sinful, almost as wicked as the feel of Ryan’s groin pressed against his ass on a down stroke. Suddenly, he wanted more, harder. Jordan arched backward, pushing against his palms, head down. Sweat beaded on his forehead, coating his skin. “Fuck me harder.”
“Excuse me?” Ryan withdrew a little and stilled.
“Fuck me harder. You heard me.”
Ryan slipped his shaft out so only the tip pulsed in Jordan’s ass. “No, I don’t think I did.”
Jordan bucked his hips and then remembered the rules. “Fuck me harder, please.”
“Very polite.” Ryan eased back in and Jordan sighed at the fullness. He picked up the tempo, gliding gently in and out, his hand gripping Jordan’s cock in the same rhythm.
“Oh, God. I don’t think I can take more,” Jordan whispered, dropping to his elbows because the pleasure was just too intense, his arms shaking. His balls wanted to combust, his cock needed to detonate, his ass bursting into the most awesome flames. Release would be torture, because that would mean it was over. “Please let me come.”
Ryan faltered in his strokes, panting, his skin blistering hot yet damp against Jordan’s back, ass, and thighs. “I’m there, too. Come with me, Jordan.”
Jordan jerked, the tidal wave of pleasure overtaking him. He thought he’d come hard before… This was ball-aching, toe curling, muscle-cramping hard, and if Ryan’s cock weren’t anchoring him to the bed, he would have shot off and
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