Page 71 of The Manny

He rolled his hips, our cocks dragging together. We were both turned on so there was plenty of precum to slick the way. I wound my arms around his neck, claiming his beautiful mouth again. He groaned and his hands pinned my hips to the bed, his knee nudging my thighs wider. We rocked together, the friction so good I could have come from just that. His kisses were hungry. Possessive.

“I need to put the rubber on,” he growled. “Before I decide not to use one.”

Perverse excitement slammed through me. “Don’t tempt me.”

His eyes buzzed with lust, but he did the right thing. He sat up and tore open the rubber, slipping it on while holding my gaze. His dick was thick and a nice length too. I looked forward to it being inside of me. I pulled my knees up to my chest, watching him. I loved how his breathing picked up when his eyes fell to my ass. I felt exposed in that position, but that in itself was thrilling.

He moved closer again and gripped my thighs. When he pressed the head of his cock to my hole, I gasped with anticipation. He dug his fingers into my skin and drove his hips forward. He entered me with a forceful, satisfying thrust that made me cry out with pleasure. I bucked my hips as he slid all the way in. Panting, I absorbed his cock, moaning shamelessly.

His eyes closed and he gave a chest-deep groan. He began to slowly move his hips, his dick throbbing inside me as he fucked me harder. His grunts of pleasure and my needy whimpers filled the otherwise silent room. I stroked myself, biting my lip against the intensity of his thrusts. Fucking hell, I’d be lucky if I could walk tomorrow. I liked how he held me down, making me take every inch of him over and over again.

It didn’t take long for me to reach the point of no return. I squeezed down on his thickness, loving how that just made him pound into me even more aggressively. Yeah, I really hoped we kept growing closer and closer. I definitely wanted him bare inside of me one day.

“Fuck, I’m close.” His cheeks were ruddy and there was a lewd gleam in his eyes. I’d never seen anything more beautiful, as Jack hovering on the edge of his climax. His lips were parted and rampant need painted his features.

“Yeah, me too,” I moaned.

His hips sped up and he threw his head back, the tendons of his shoulders and neck distended. “Oh, God.”

I watched him, jerking my dick faster and faster. “I wish you could come in me,” I moaned. “I want to feel you come in me.”

“Oh, fuck,” he cried out and his dick jerked inside me. His body shuddered and lurched, as he thrust through his climax.

Just watching him climax made me shoot, and a long stream of cum painted my chest and chin. I hissed and squirmed on his dick, as waves of pleasure ravaged me. I was lightheaded as my orgasm ebbed away, leaving me a weak whimpering mess. I hadn’t come that hard in ages, and could barely catch my breath it felt so damn good.

He rested on my knees, breathing hard. When he finally opened his eyes, he surprised me with a warm relaxed smile. I’d never seen him so unguarded, and my chest tightened with what could only be described as affection. Logically I knew better than to get too attached to Jack, he definitely had trust issues. But the more time I spent with him, the more I liked him.

With a contented sigh, Jack pulled out of me and removed the condom. He tied it off and tossed it into the little trash receptacle near the nightstand. I lowered my legs, wincing at how stiff I was. He grabbed tissues and moved around to where he could wipe the sticky cum from my chest and chin. His touch was so gentle, my heart once more clutched with emotion. When I’d first met him, I’d have never suspected there was this sweet guy hiding inside.

“You made a mess.” He smiled.

“I blame you.”

“Naturally.” He laughed.

Once we were both cleaned up, he lowered himself beside me and pulled me into his arms. Pleasantly surprised at the tender gesture, I slipped my arm around his waist, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.

“You should just sleep here tonight,” he whispered.

Surprised, I asked, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” His arms tightened. “Why not?”

“What if Mia sees me coming out of your room?”

“Does it matter?”

I frowned. “It might confuse her.”

“You mean because we’re both men?”

“Maybe?”

“She knows what gay is.”

“You think so?”

“I know so. We had a little chat about you and Aiden when we spent Sunday together.” He stroked my back, sending shivers down my spine.

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