moaned, the words coming out slurred as Tek started meeting each movement of Jamie’s hips with his own, creating a delicious friction in Jamie’s groin. “Fuck,” Jamie hissed and tipped his head back. “What are you doing to me?”
“What I should have, what w e should have done a long time ago,” Tek insisted.
Jamie jerked when teeth bit down on his shoulder and Tek snapped his hips hard against Jamie’s. Jamie felt a knot forming at the base of his spine. Only Tek ever made him this horny, the only one who could send him into orgasm so easily, the only one ever. Even when he’d been with the few girls he’d let Tek talk him into banging, it was always Tek he saw behind closed eyes when he came.
“You keep that up, and I’m going to come,” Jamie moaned pitifully.
He wanted to let go of the tension that coiled painfully in his gut, the sting of pain from Tek’s bite pushing him closer to the edge. But it was too soon; he didn’t want the pleasure to end yet. His body obviously didn’t care about it being too soon, though. Jamie clutched Tek’s muscular shoulders, dug his fingers into the bulging flesh, and humped hard against the man.
“Then kiss me,” Tek demanded and smashed their mouths together.
“Not helping,” Jamie complained against Tek’s lips.
He gripped Tek harder, rutted faster, knowing Tek could handle the power within Jamie’s body. It felt freeing not to have to hold back, no worries of hurting Tek like he’d had with the chicks. Tek was gripping Jamie just as hard, bruising his flesh in his iron grip, and it felt so fucking good. Better than anything he’d ever imagined—it was power against power, strength for strength.
“I don’t know, from the way you’re fucking yourself against me, I’d say it helped a lot.” Tek chuckled, the sound deep and husky and going straight to Jamie’s balls.
“Fucker,” Jamie growled and shoved his tongue deep into Tek’s mouth, turning that cocky sound emitting from Tek into a wanton groan and driving Jamie to deepen the kiss and thrust his hips harder.
It took forever and no time at all before an electric jolt zinging down Jamie’s spine ignited a chain reaction. Jamie ripped his mouth from Tek’s and threw his head back; he clenched his teeth together to stop the roar that wanted out as the first rope of spunk shot out of him. Tek obviously had lost all control as well, his body going still for a split second before his teeth sank into Jamie’s shoulder again, his shout of release muffled by the mouthful of Jamie’s flesh.
The first blast of Jamie’s orgasm was mild compared to the way each pulse increased in intensity as pain flared in Jamie’s shoulder and in his hips where Tek’s nails dug in, breaking skin. Jamie had never felt anything so fucking good in his life, and as the last drop of cum pulsed from his body, he was left breathing harshly, trembling and spent—dizzy with it.
They clung to each other for long drawn-out moments as the hot water rained down over them, soothing muscles and helping them catch their breaths and slow their hearts. Neither of them seemed to be in any hurry to release the other, even long after Jamie’s heart was beating a slow steady rhythm. They held each other, neither saying a word, as if the magic of the moment would be lost.
The hot water heater wasn’t as content, and Tek yelped and shoved at Jamie as the water turned cold. “Son of a bitch,” he snarled and fumbled with the taps, turning off the flow of cold water.
Jamie slicked back his wet hair from his face and looked down at his still semihard cock and shook his head. Christ, not even being doused with freezing cold water could dampen the effects of what Tek could do to him. He looked up at Tek with a raised brow.
“How the hell is this possible?” he asked and pointed to his dick.
Tek looked down his own body, Jamie’s gaze following to Tek’s flaccid dick and tight balls. Obviously, Tek didn’t have the same
“What I should have, what w e should have done a long time ago,” Tek insisted.
Jamie jerked when teeth bit down on his shoulder and Tek snapped his hips hard against Jamie’s. Jamie felt a knot forming at the base of his spine. Only Tek ever made him this horny, the only one who could send him into orgasm so easily, the only one ever. Even when he’d been with the few girls he’d let Tek talk him into banging, it was always Tek he saw behind closed eyes when he came.
“You keep that up, and I’m going to come,” Jamie moaned pitifully.
He wanted to let go of the tension that coiled painfully in his gut, the sting of pain from Tek’s bite pushing him closer to the edge. But it was too soon; he didn’t want the pleasure to end yet. His body obviously didn’t care about it being too soon, though. Jamie clutched Tek’s muscular shoulders, dug his fingers into the bulging flesh, and humped hard against the man.
“Then kiss me,” Tek demanded and smashed their mouths together.
“Not helping,” Jamie complained against Tek’s lips.
He gripped Tek harder, rutted faster, knowing Tek could handle the power within Jamie’s body. It felt freeing not to have to hold back, no worries of hurting Tek like he’d had with the chicks. Tek was gripping Jamie just as hard, bruising his flesh in his iron grip, and it felt so fucking good. Better than anything he’d ever imagined—it was power against power, strength for strength.
“I don’t know, from the way you’re fucking yourself against me, I’d say it helped a lot.” Tek chuckled, the sound deep and husky and going straight to Jamie’s balls.
“Fucker,” Jamie growled and shoved his tongue deep into Tek’s mouth, turning that cocky sound emitting from Tek into a wanton groan and driving Jamie to deepen the kiss and thrust his hips harder.
It took forever and no time at all before an electric jolt zinging down Jamie’s spine ignited a chain reaction. Jamie ripped his mouth from Tek’s and threw his head back; he clenched his teeth together to stop the roar that wanted out as the first rope of spunk shot out of him. Tek obviously had lost all control as well, his body going still for a split second before his teeth sank into Jamie’s shoulder again, his shout of release muffled by the mouthful of Jamie’s flesh.
The first blast of Jamie’s orgasm was mild compared to the way each pulse increased in intensity as pain flared in Jamie’s shoulder and in his hips where Tek’s nails dug in, breaking skin. Jamie had never felt anything so fucking good in his life, and as the last drop of cum pulsed from his body, he was left breathing harshly, trembling and spent—dizzy with it.
They clung to each other for long drawn-out moments as the hot water rained down over them, soothing muscles and helping them catch their breaths and slow their hearts. Neither of them seemed to be in any hurry to release the other, even long after Jamie’s heart was beating a slow steady rhythm. They held each other, neither saying a word, as if the magic of the moment would be lost.
The hot water heater wasn’t as content, and Tek yelped and shoved at Jamie as the water turned cold. “Son of a bitch,” he snarled and fumbled with the taps, turning off the flow of cold water.
Jamie slicked back his wet hair from his face and looked down at his still semihard cock and shook his head. Christ, not even being doused with freezing cold water could dampen the effects of what Tek could do to him. He looked up at Tek with a raised brow.
“How the hell is this possible?” he asked and pointed to his dick.
Tek looked down his own body, Jamie’s gaze following to Tek’s flaccid dick and tight balls. Obviously, Tek didn’t have the same
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