Page 90 of The Moon Also Rises
“I want to fuck you good, just like you want me to,” he says, and I delight when I hear how eager he is to please, and a note of needy desperation in his voice.
“Yes, Jake, fuck me. Fuck me like the good boy you are.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when he starts to move, thrusting in earnest inside me. His hands come down to my hips and he pulls me back onto him
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he grunts out and it’s all I can do to nod, mesmerised by the concentration on his face, and how good he’s making me feel.
“More. Harder,” I say finally and I keep stroking myself as Jake ruts into me.
A couple of times I feel him speed up only to slow down again and I wait until it happens a third time before I speak.
“You want Daddy to tell you when to come?” I offer.
Jake moans. “Jesus, fuck. Yes.”
“Good boy asking my permission.” I bring one of my hands to his hip, digging my fingertips into the supple flesh there.
His thrusts slow down again, and he hangs his head. “Your fucking words. They’re too much,” he says, sounding defeated.
“Did I tell you that you could stop fucking me?” I demand, hoping this is the right way to keep him with me.
He responds by looking up, gritting his teeth and thrusting into me again, our bodies slapping against one another.
A few seconds later his angle changes and I feel a new rush of pleasure as he hits my prostate again and again and again, every single time. I don’t want to come yet, I want to drag this out all night, but it feels too good. When my eyes roll back and I curl my toes, despite taking my hand off my dick, I know I’m done for.
“Grab my dick, Jake,” I say. “Make me come.”
Jake fumbles at first, his hand clumsy and heavy but it doesn’t take long for his strokes to even out and for him to match them with the thrusts he pounds me with.
“Are you going to come with me?” I ask, knowing he hears the breathlessness in my voice just as clearly as I do.
“I don’t… I don’t know.”
“I want you to come with me, Forester. Are you going to do that for me?”
“Yes,” he says and I don’t even have a chance to pull him up. “Yes, Daddy, yes,” he adds in a rush.
“Good boy.”
Jake’s eyes close and his thrusts and strokes speed up even more. I watch a trickle of sweat glide down his neck and I am thirstier than I have ever been to reach up and lick it off his skin, but I don’t move. I fix my eyes on his face, on his eyes. As if feeling the intensity of my stare, they snap shut.
“Open your eyes,” I tell him as I feel a delicious prickling pressure at the base of my spine. “Watch what you do to me.”
“Oh, God,” he says when his lids lift and his gaze drifts down to where his hand is working me. A deep grunt comes from his throat and I lock the sound away inside me, knowing I’ll think about it again and again in the days to come.
“Yes, Jake,” I say as I feel my balls tighten and my dick harden in his grip.
“Fuck,” I say as the first surge of my orgasm rushes up and out of me.
“Such a good boy,” I gasp as Jake continues to pump me and I spill more of myself on his fingers.
As the pleasure sucks me under, my vision clouds but still I watch him as he thrusts into me, his movements hard and sharp. He’s staring at my dick in his hand, looking at all the places on my stomach where my cum now lies, and I moan with sweet satisfaction as the hits of my own pleasure fade into gentle waves.
“Oh, God,” he says again and he stills after thrusting up into me. I feel his dick twitch once, twice and I fix my eyes on his face, finally discovering what he looks like when he comes. Eyes closed, mouth slack, brow completely wrinkle free, he looks blissed out. He looks relaxed. He looks beautiful.
I can’t stop the hand that lifts to stroke his face, and there’s no restraining myself from using my other arm to pull his body down on top of me and the mess we’ve made there. And there’s definitely nothing in the world that could stop me from kissing the top of his head and squeezing him close to my body as I say, “My beautiful boy,” over and over and over again.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
