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his lips. His hair was so soft
in my palms. I grabbed it harder when he crushed my ass in his hands,
forcing me to lunge into him. “You're so fucking hard,”
he said, chuckling at the observation. “I might be harder,
though.”
    Squeezing
my eyes, I saw spots. His words were liquor.
    “ Jack,”
he said softly, talking into my pelvis. I felt his voice rumble into
my core. “You want this too, don't you?”
    “ God—I
do.” It wasn't a lie, I couldn't lie any more.
    As
if it was all he needed, he spun me around, shoving my chest into the
wall. My manhood pulsed, crushing on the harder surface. With ease,
he pulled my shirt the rest of the way off. The jingle of his belt
buckle was music in my ears. Gliding his hands over my shoulders, my
spine, he hooked thumbs in my pants. Reaching around deftly, he
removed my button and clasp in a single flick. Pure pleasure roared
in me while he guided my trousers down my legs.
    Groaning,
neck tight, I pushed my forehead on the cool wall. It was damn near
chilly next to my melting skin. I was exposed in just my tight black
briefs, and when Kris rubbed up behind me, I knew he was similar. In
just our underwear, we pushed close.
    The
rigid heat of his cock through his boxers slid along the crack of my
ass. The temperature was a furnace, the material might as well have
not been there. I
want it gone, I
thought to myself. Fuck,
I want to actually feel his skin on me. I'm done, I'm god damn done.
    Kris
was patient, despite his earlier words. Calmly, he slid himself along
my muscles. Each swing of his hips made me ache more. Long fingers
slipped around my stomach, teasing down to the elastic band of my
briefs. Thumbing it, he snapped the cloth and laughed. “You're
going nuts, aren't you?”
    “ Yes!
Stop teasing me, it's cruel!”
    He
kissed my shoulder, turning from gentle lips to razor fangs. “Maybe
I like cruel.” As my cock twitched, he grabbed it through my boxers.
My cry of delight, of distress, was pathetic. “Hell, I think
you like it when I'm a bit cruel.”
    He's
right, I... god. What is it about him? Kris
owned me like no one ever had. It was an experience I'd never chased,
never considered wanting. Now that I knew what it was like, I could
never go back.
    Languidly
he pumped me through the cloth. Dragging a finger tip over the bulge,
he explored the wet spot from my dripping precum. I was soaking right
through.
    His
other hand left me, I understood why; he'd taken off his briefs.
Warm, plush, his bare cock rose over my lower back. Poking me, he
shoved himself against my covered ass. “I'm guessing you've
never been fucked by a man, correct?”
    Fear
and passion slammed my heart together. “No, I—no.” Oh
god, but I had to know it was his plan.
    He
yanked my boxers down without pretense. Air tickled me, growing as he
kicked my heels apart. I was vulnerable, trapped between his
ember-red prick and the unyielding wall. I heard him spit, then
again. All the while, my chest thrummed like a bird.
    Placing
his thumbs on my rear cheeks, he spread me like a book. Everything in
me went tight, my teeth creaking from the pressure. “Relax,”
he instructed me. “I don't want this to hurt.”
    “ It's going to hurt,” I said flatly. I wasn't stupid.
    His
silence was a heavy agreement.
    Nimble
fingers slid over me, gliding along the track of sensitive skin. He
traced up and down, brushing in circles towards my puckered asshole.
I was too aware, hyper-sensitive to what he was doing. The sound of
my breathing was labored.
    When
Kris finally settled his thumb-pad on my crinkled entrance, he did
nothing. I'd been bracing myself for his intrusion. One beat, two
beats, I waited, holding in my air. What
is he thinking? Why the hesitance?
    It
wasn't hesitance at all. Kris reached around, grasping my raging cock
by the base. It made me startle, but I didn't move far; there was no
where to go. Petting my asshole, tickling every nerve there, he began
jerking me off with