Page 176 of Something So Strong

My mind is trapped in a tornado. My body is nothing but sensations: The squelching slap of skin on skin, the bite of fingernails into muscle, the trickle of sweat down my brow and chest, the dense humidity we created. And the overwhelming, overstimulating glory of being used… And loved.

Jesse is a fucking mess.

Most of his once tied up hair has fallen over his face, sticking to it and obscuring his neck. His biceps are tense and the veins in his arms are sticking out in a highway of plump distraction, straining against his skin. The hunch of his back is forcing his ribs to the surface as they wrap around his sides but are covered with his slight pecks and amazing abs down his front. And his dick, his perfect, pretty dick—foreskin still pulled back from the last time he stroked it—bounces between us, a smearing of pre cum against both our stomachs.

I should close my eyes if I expect to last much longer. Because watching him fuck himself stupid on my cock—not able to come until he does—is making my gut clench in hot, delirious spasms. But I force my hips to buck up into him with every downward pass just to see his mind numb and his expressions turn lewder with each pound of my entire length into his greedy hole.

I swipe the hair free of his eyes and hold the back of his head. His jaw is slack and his eyes are glazed over and primal, and even though I know he’s in there, he’s also transformed into just as much of a fuckslut as I am. He’s always so good to me and tonight is no different. He did everything I needed him to do, but now it’s my turn to show him how much I appreciate it.

“You’re fucking filthy,” I grunt, taking over and forcing him down on me harder. “As soon as you’ve got my cock in you, you turn into a bitch in heat—begging to be bred. You’re such a fucking whore, Jesse. I know you want to take me home. I know you want to rub me in their faces. And you better believe I’ll fuck you in every room of that fucking castle till no one dares question whether this is real or not, because they’ll be able to smell the sex as soon as they walk through the front door.”

Jesse’s whine is the sluttiest thing I’ve ever heard. He tries to nod, moisten his mouth to talk, anything, but he’s rendered brain dead, unable to do a goddamn thing but accept pleasure.

The van shakes around us and his head bobs loosely with every bounce.

I force him back to his knees and pull him close. That vein down the right side of his neck is still calling to me.

With his hands around my neck, I lick up the side of his but falter slightly as the intense pounding of his blood beneath my tongue takes over too many of my senses.

I stop Jesse’s upward motions and force his hips to grind instead.

My lips wrap around his neck and I suck, flicking the tip of my tongue over the site to ease the sting.

Moving onto my next mark, I feel Jesse still and circle on one spot—my cockhead grazing his favorite place.

I hold his head in place to keep from limply falling backward.

His abs tense against my chest and I can feel him coming dry, and that’s not good enough for me.

The rest of my initial on his neck will have to wait.

Careful not to adjust him too far, I reach for his dick and spit down on it.

Without my support, his head flops back and I watch with a watering mouth how all the delicious veins bob around his Adam’s apple as I pump him with all the focus I can offer.

The dirtiest wail—so high pitched, so polar opposite to the way he beat on Josh—fills the space around us. Cum shoots out against my chest and his pretty neck. And when it stops, his body continues to shake. His orgasm pulsing through him in waves.

“Yo—your turn,” he manages to squeak, tugging my face closer.

Tongue out, I rid his neck of cum and nibble at his throat.

Raising his hips, I hold him still and fuck up into him with everything I have left.

The rattle of the van and Jesse’s cries combined are so loud people in their houses have to hear us as I slap against his ass—his balls smacking my stomach and his dick flicking cum on us both.

I hold my breath and release the tightly wound ball of knots in my gut, emptying into Jesse as my breath peaks in time with the pulses of my cock.

The high shatters me, my body racked like I’ve been strangled—sending me from heaven to hell and back again with a blink. My chest and throat ache as garbled grunts beat against the skin of Jesse’s neck and I feel the heat around my dick intensify as my cum fills him to the brink. And he squeezes tightly to hold it all in even as I relax my hold on him and lower us back to the seat.

“You… You’ve… You’re fucked… You’ve fucked yourself over big time,” he pants, still hugging my head.

Running my hands up his sides, I take his arms and unravel them. “Why’s that?”

“Cause I’m gonna want it that good every time.”

“Are you challenging me?”

“Are you up for it?”

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