Page 61 of Nothing But the Night (Basic Instincts 2)

“I’m going to ride you,” Marc said, brushing his cheek against Jason’s.

“Can you manage that?”

“You’re the one with the broken rib. I’ve just got this—” He waved the plastered arm. “Sit back and let me do all the work.”

Jason climbed onto the bed and arranged himself with the pillows propped behind him. His eyes followed Marc as he opened a drawer and produced a bottle of lube and a box of condoms. “You might have to do this part yourself.” Marc tossed him a condom. His cock bobbed as he got onto the bed.

Jason opened the wrapper and rolled the rubber down his dick, all the way to the root. Marc dribbled lube over Jason’s cock, then coated its entire length, his good fist squelching with each pass. Another squirt of lube into his hand then his fingers went to his arse. Jason watched as Marc reached behind, pressing into himself.

“It’s tight,” he gasped, before throwing a leg across Jason’s waist to straddle him.

“Are you sure about this?” Jason asked.

Marc didn’t answer. He reached for Jason’s cock and manoeuvred it into position behind him. The comfort of his crack pressed against the head before he found the opening. Jason put his hands on Marc’s thighs, caressing him. Marc bit his lip in concentration, then lowered his hips, so slowly. He was tight. His hole was like a lock, refusing entry. Marc pushed down more insistently. It seemed impossible that Jason would ever fit in there, until there was a sudden give. His cockhead slipped past the resistance then the path was easy. Marc slid down his length until his buttocks rested on Jason’s thighs.

They sighed with pleasure.

Jason couldn’t take his eyes off his face. Marc’s brow was furrowed, a blend of focus and delight. He licked his lips then drew a deep breath.

“I just need a moment,” Marc whispered.

Jason twitched inside of him. “Take all the time you need. I could stay in your hole all night.”

With a grin, Marc nodded agreement. “Not the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

Marc’s cock was as straight and hard as a mast. His balls had drawn tight into their sac. Jason had no concern that Marc was in any discomfort. His cock proved just how much he was enjoying this.

When he was ready, Marc stayed true to his word. He worked Jason with his hips, rising and falling, just a little to start, before lengthening the motion, dragging his hole all the way to the head, before sliding down to the base. He did all the work, riding Jason for both their pleasure.

Pre-cum gathered on the head of Marc’s dick. It glistened in the lamplight, before drooling down hisshaft. He gasped and altered the angle of his hips, sending them both into fresh terrains of pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” Jason gasped.

“Mmm,” Marc agreed. “It’s filling me right up. I fucking love it.”

This was a softer kind of sex than they’d experienced before. Jason wanted to grab him, flip him over and pound his arse into the mattress. Neither of them was in any fit state for that. For now, this was perfect.

Marc bucked and writhed on his dick—he bared his teeth and squeezed his nipples with his healthy hand. Jason couldn’t take his eyes off him. The way his body tensed, how his cock bounced with the motion, scattering drops of pre-cum across Jason’s belly.

“Now let me make you shoot,” Marc said. He tightened his sphincter and adjusted the angle.

“Holy fuck,” Jason roared as the movement took him to a new height of ecstasy. He reached a plateau. Marc held him there for what seemed an impossible age. Jason caught a breath and closed his eyes, then suddenly he tipped over and his cock throbbed inside Marc’s arse, blowing one shattering expulsion after another.

He felt a hot gush across his belly as Marc squirted his own massive load.

Jason’s legs trembled as the orgasm continued to course through him, shocking in its intensity.

“Fuck me,” he sighed afterwards. “That was so intense. Amazing.”

“No kidding.” Marc panted, still rooted on his cock.

He wouldn’t have believed it was possible, he’d been transported to another place. For a blessedly short time, he’d had no concerns about murder, or stalkers and who might be out there in the dark, wanting to do them harm.

Chapter Twenty-Two

An Unexpected Offer

Ryman had made a lot of changes to the office over the weekend. A security door had been installed at the foot of the stairs, denying access to the upper level for any non-approved visitors. An intercom and CCTV system had been set up on the reception desk. No one could get into the office without clearance.

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