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I nod because screaming and/or dancing around my room seems like overkill.

I need this. I need him.

“Okay. If that changes, let me know.”

The mattress dips as he leans over me to use the pump bottle I moved to the top of the nightstand. I have to pull on my shaft beneath me to alleviate the intense ache and there’s already a wet spot on my comforter which only grows as sounds of him getting his cock nice and slick fill the room.

My arms give out as he begins to push his fingers inside me first, leaving me with my chest on the bed and my ass in the air.

“Fuck yes, stay like that,” Dylan commands as he continues to stretch me open for himself. Eventually, I feel one of his hands at my left hip and I assume the other is gripping the base of his cock for guidance because the head of his dick is nudging my asshole a second later.

With every inch he moves, I feel ten times the pressure. It feels like a full meal on a stomach that’s been starving for years — speaking of which, I’ve never been more happy that I haven’t eaten all day. I reach my arm back to grip his thigh.

“You want to me go faster or slower?” he asks, unable to tell if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away.

Embarrassingly, all that comes out of my mouth is a choked sob.

I’m not actually crying, I’m just so overwhelmed. Curling my fingers in his leg, I try to show him what I want since words are evading me. He obliges by pushing all the way in and then retreating. He pumps twice more and then stops.

“Shit, Jake. We’ve got to change this angle or I’m going over the edge already.”

If you go, I go,I think to myself.

“What’s wrong?” I grit out. “You can only come once a night?”

He smacks me hard across one ass cheek then the other.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that ever since I saw Hudson and Phoenix spank you on the boat. Now, watch your mouth or I’ll do it again.”

I feel like I’m twenty again. No one’s hand is anywhere near my dick, but I’m about to explode anyway. “You should probably know that if you do that again, there’s a good chance I’m gonna come.”

Chapter 20

Dylan

Desperate to drag this out, I reluctantly pull out and flip Jake over so I can see his face. It’s coated in a sheen of sweat as is his chest. Unable to wait a second longer, I drive back in, careful not to hurt him, and lean forward, dragging my tongue along his bottom lip.

“You feel so fucking good,” I praise him.

I wish this was going to take longer, but I already know, based on the tingling in my stomach and the tightness in my balls it’s going to be over in two minutes regardless of the position change.

Maybe less.

Needing more stability, I pull out again, hop off the bed, grab him by the ankles and pull him toward the corner. With me standing, the height is perfect and now both of us aren’t rocking along with the bed, throwing my rhythm off.

Jake’s cock bounces between us as I thrust into him. Needing him on the edge with me, I wrap his left leg around my waist and pump his shaft as I slide in and out of his ass. As I jerk him off, he fists his hands in the sheets above his head and I take in the beauty of his hard-earned body as he writhes beneath me.

He’s solid and that’s what I love. The power in a man’s body. The definition. The lines. The strength.

With both of my hands on him and my cock buried as deeply inside him as I can get, I give him a warning similar to the one he gave me only moments ago. “Jake, I’m about to come. If you want me to pull out, now’s your last chance to tell me.”

He shakes his head and whispers, “No.” Releasing his sheets, he reaches his right hand forward to grip my thigh and I lace our fingers together while his left hand covers my right over his dick.

Twenty seconds later, we come simultaneously with the force of a tsunami. My orgasm is so powerful I let out a roar and my torso bends almost in half. Jake’s body goes rigid and his low grunts work to prolong my release.

“Fuck,Dylan, I’m…” he trails off because there’s no need to finish the sentence. What heis,is satisfied, relaxed, and a total mess.

I pull out and bend down, kissing his lips one more time. “Don’t move.”

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