“Forever the fucking hard-ass hockey coach even with my Valentine’s Day present,” he mutters.
I lean down so that I’m millimeters from his face, letting my ass that’s leaking the lube I put there earlier, slide hungrily along his dick. “Stop acting like you don’t love it.” Sweet and fluffy is never gonna get this man off. “You’re the one bouncing into my condo every chance you get.”
Sometimes he doesn’t bother with underwear. That’s not a complaint.
Cockiness bleeds into his smile. “Maybe I love it, but you’re just as addicted to me.”
“Never said I wasn’t.” I pin his wrists above his head. “Move these and I stop.”
His pitiful cry has zero effect on me. “I don’t even get to touch you? This is some bullshit, Merc.”
Yet his dick twitches from under me.
I shrug. “Fucking try me, Leslie.” Part of my design is kinkiness, but part of it’s nerves. I need full control of this interaction and I won’t have that with his hands all over me. His touch makes me moonstruck, and I fly off into an unhinged world. Even the plug was so that I could be at this point and just focus on his dick going inside me.
I know what his dick will do to me, and I don’t want to miss it.
Reaching back, I grip his cock, hard enough to make him hiss, and line it up with my hole. Nice and pre-stretched, I let his head breach me and then I slide down slowly like I’m sinking into a hot bath. It burns like one. I want to zero in on the sensation, but all I see is him. How he’s reacting. How his fingers are curling with the frustration of not being able to touch me.
I bottom out, my ass hitting the wide platform of his pelvis. I need another gander at him. A moment to stare at him with me connected to him via his cock.
“Well? How’s it feel? You look like you’re conducting a science experiment up there while I’m down here losing my damn mind. Moooooove, Merc,” he whines.
“I don’t take orders from brats,” I inform him, but I am preoccupied with how it feels. Not even from a sexy perspective. I did this so he would know how much he means to me, and I wanted to push myself to this level of intimacy, hoping it would rip me open and I could give him even more.
I’m waiting for a burst to happen. A heart-stopping explosion.
Nothing comes and I think … I think it’s because I’m already ripped open for him. I’m here for whatever he can throw at me. There’s nothing of me I won’t give him.
That’s when I move. Gripping both of his wrists in one hand and using my other to stabilize, I lift up so I can sink onto him all over again.
“Oh God, Merc, that feels so good. Fuck.”
“Yeah? You like being in my ass, baby?”
“It’s my new fucking address, ‘cuz I’m makin’ a home in here.”
All my bricks of carefully laid control crumble one by one as I pound my own ass with his cock, relentlessly hitting the tender bundle of nerves inside me. The deranged beast that lives in me won’t be held back a second longer and I let go. I turn rabid and rake my nails down his torso so that he squirms, and I relish in his agonizing cries.
I edge the living hell out of him, bringing him to the brink and then slowing down just to hear his frustrated moans. He’s still smiling against my lips when I kiss him.
“I wanna die, Merc, but being joined with you like this is worth the suffering,” he mumbles, sex-drunk, when I slow down for the seventh time. Tears of frustration stream down his face.
“You’re pretty when you cry,” I tell him. “And maybe if you stop begging me for harder, I’ll actually believe that you’re suffering.”
I finally let him cum, not because I’ve taken pity on him. I wanna see how hard he cums with his dick in my ass. He doesn’t disappoint, arching so that he’s way up inside me, freezing midair and immobile for five delicious seconds. The wetness of his cum inside me is another new intimate sensation for me and I get another kind of rapture. It’s not one that shoots out of my dick. It pangs and twinges within me. More of Jack burrowing into the marrow of me.
Staying on his softening cock, hoping to stay joined with him for another moment if I can, I lean over to kiss him.
“That was fucking amazing,” he says against my lips. “But you didn’t cum, Merc.”
His frown nearly kills me. I don’t want him upset. I got everything out of this I wanted. Plus, I’m not done with him yet. “You were too damn beautiful to take my eyes from.” I grip him and roll us without warning. “Now I’m gonna fuck your mouth.”
Jack laughs full of sunshine as he kisses his way down my stomach and licks my waiting cock, stroking with his other hand.
“I’m calling it now, best Valentine’s Day ever,” he says.
“Until next year,” I correct him.
