Page 27 of Crybaby
“Please.”
“I know, baby. Imma give you what you want. Bend your knees and hold them against your chest.”
Sasha nodded dazedly and did as he was asked. Jason felt a rush of possessive tenderness roll through him, snagging on all the sharp edges of the things he couldn’t have.
It wasn’t time for those types of thoughts, though. Jason lubed the toy up before rubbing it on Sasha’s exposed hole. “Good?”
Sasha nodded, whining, and Jason pushed the toy in.
The first breach, in Jason’s opinion, was always delicious. The way the hole stretched slowly, Sasha’s body sucking it in, moaning softly. Fuck, what a gift. What was Jason supposed to do with this, except cherish it?
“That’s it. That feel good? Tell me when it hits the right spot.”
Sasha just nodded mindlessly before jerking with a gasped, “Ah!”
“There, huh? Damn, this thing reallyisthe perfect size for you. Let’s try turning it on, yeah?”
This time, Jason didn’t wait for an answer, pressing it to its lowest level. The second the toy started undulating slowly inside Sasha, he was tensing and moaning, rolling his hips. Jason could see him clench around the toy, pressing it harder into himself.
“Fuck, you look good. I could do this all fucking day.”
Sasha groaned, whether with want or frustration, Jason had no idea.
“You still wanna blow me with this thing on? Cause I could fuck you like this until you come.”
Sasha licked his lips, shaking his head. “Want…make me cry.”
Jason clutched at Sasha’s thigh harshly. His stomach was in a knot, he was so desperate to do just that. “Okay, let’s move you, then.”
Jason had thought about suctioning the toy down first and having Sasha sit on it, but he didn’t think that was a good idea with prostate massagers, which depended much more than dildos on the positioning. They ended up with Sasha on the floor, thighs spread, cock flushed and dripping as the massager pulsed inside him.
Jason sat on the bed, bracketing Sasha with his legs. “You good, baby?”
Sasha nodded, looking up at him with his big, dark eyes. He was flushed down to his chest, sweaty and squirming, lips already red and abused-looking. What a fucking sight he made.
“Okay. Put your hands on my thighs and tap if you need to stop. I’ll do all the work. And don’t come.”
Sasha nodded again, opening his mouth at once, and Jesus Christ, how was this not going to kill Jason?
Jason threaded his fingers through the hair at the back of Sasha’s head, holding him steady as he used his other hand to slowly feed Sasha his cock. Just like the first time but, somehow, even fucking better.
Sasha closed his eyes, letting his eyelashes flutter lightly on his cheeks as his lips stretched around Jason’s cock. The wet heat of it had Jason’s hips tensing in an effort not to push right in just to hear the noise that Sasha would make.
“You take it so fucking good,” Jason groaned, pulling out and spreading the slick of Sasha’s spit around his lips before pushing in again.
Jason held off as long as he could, sliding barely half of his cock in and out before he couldn’t take it anymore. He slipped out, bending down to where the toy was buried inside Sasha.
“Let’s make this go a little faster, yeah?” Jason made it jump two settings and relished the way Sasha moaned and bent over at the sensation.
He grabbed his hair again, straightening him up, and Sasha, beautiful, perfect Sasha, opened his mouth without having to be told.
“Fuck.Fuck.”
Jason thrust in, going slow but deep. He felt Sasha’s throat convulse around him and pulled out and immediately in again.
“Breathe in. Relax your throat.”
Sasha made a muffled sound, and then Jason was sliding into the hot clench of Sasha’s throat.
