Page 111 of Burn It Down

“Oh, holy shit, Jake. There’s pressure everywhere,” he pants between breaths.

“Let it build,” I tell him, gripping his thigh with my other hand for leverage as I pull myself into him. “Don’t fight it.”

Every time I talk, I feel the small adjustments his body makes at the sound of my voice. His shoulders relax, he takes a deeper breath, his hips rise to meet mine. Wanting to test a theory, I dig really deeply and try to climb a little further out of my own shell by saying all the shit I’m thinking out loud while still pulling on his shaft.

“You take my cock so well, Dylan. Fuck, it’s like your ass was made just for me. I’ve never felt this way in my life. You’re fucking perfect. All smooth, hard muscle, bronze skin, and thestrength to take me head-on. I’m going to fill your sweet ass full of cum.”

His breathing increases and I’m barely holding back anymore as I piston in and out of him. My climax is rapidly approaching, but so is his and if I back off, I’m afraid his will too.

“Shit, Dylan, I’m close.Tooclose. This tight ass has me barely holding on.”

“Then let go.”

I thought I had maybe another minute in me until he raises his head, locks his eyes on mine and says, “Fill me up, Jake. Mark my ass like you promised. It’s yours.”

I feel the head of my dick swell just before my balls release inside him. With every spasm of my dick, I pull harder on his cock until he cries, “Oh fuck, I’m coming too.”

His abs contract, bringing him toward me. With every wave of his pleasure, he bears down on my sensitive cock inside him, leaving me panting and gasping for breath until his own spasms subside and my hand and his stomach are covered in cum.

We lay in silence for a beat, my dick taking longer to soften than usual.

“I didn’t think I’d actually be able to feel you come, but I definitely did,” Dylan says, processing out loud.

“Did you like it?” I ask hesitantly. I know it’s a loaded question and probably not fair to ask until he’s had a chance to really sit with it for a minute, but the insecurity in me needs an answer.

“Yeah, I really did, but I think that has more to do with the fact that it wasyouinside me and wasn’t just because it felt good. But, damn…it felt good.”

I smile and start to pull out of him.

“Don’t move,” I tell him, repeating the same words he spoke to me the first time we ever had sex.

A sleepy smile passes his lips. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

I wipe us both up as best I can, but even still, “It’s probably best we hop back in the shower.”

Dylan doesn’t protest as he makes his way to the bathroom on jelly legs. The shower’s already hot since I started it when I came in for the extra washcloths and he stands, letting the water run over his glorious body.

His eyes are scrunched tightly again like he’s trying to block out internal voices and my heart falters. I know he said it felt good, but to expect him to just suddenly be okay with switching roles is immature and unfair.

“Dylan, look at me.”

He opens his eyes and the creases at the corners, the furrow in his brow, and the way his jaw is clenched speaks to the shame he feels and I hate it.

“You’re still the same man you were.” I grab his hands and place them on my chest over my heart. “You’ve given me everything by trusting me with that. I’ll never use it against you.”

I’m not sure why I chose those words instead of telling him I love him and that that was the best sex of my life, but it seems to do the trick and pull him out of his own head a little. His fingers curl into my pecs and he drops his forehead to mine.

“I’m glad it was you.”

I don’t push for more. Instead, I lather up my hands using the body wash dispenser on the wall and begin to knead his muscles. I work my way down his entire body until I’m on the floor of the shower, pulling his foot into my lap and rubbing soap into his arches.

“Jake, you don’t have to…but damn, that feels so fucking good.”

I smile and think to myself,that’s not the first time you’ve said that tonight.

Dylan chuckles above me. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“Do you now?” I ask, pulling his other foot into my hands.

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