Page 34 of Bloom and Burn
He growls in amusement and jokingly nips on my shoulder. It’s cute and a notch possessive, and it really does it for me as a surge of heat crashes into me like a tidal wave. When he still doesn’t take his shirt and pants off, I decide I’ve had enough. Grabbing the luxurious fabric, I pull on it and keep pulling until it’s lying somewhere on the car’s floor.
“So impatient,” Jack purrs as I wrap my hand around his length. He’s so hard and big I can’t wait to feel him inside me. Who would’ve thought I had a thing for big dicks?
“What can I say? One taste of your cock got me addicted.”
He snorts, but it turns into a moan as I squeeze the base and give his erection a good rub. With our bodies touching skin to skin, I can feel his heat, the way his muscles flex and move as he closes his eyes and leaves himself in my hands. He’s still on top of me, still restricting my range of movements, but I am the one in control right now, the one in charge. I own his pleasure, I decide when to give him what his body is begging me for.
The feeling is heady, like being high or drunk. He could overpower me at any moment, because he’s bigger, taller, stronger. He could turn the tables and punish me for teasing him so blatantly, but he’s not doing that because he wants the same thing I do. Because we are in this together. It’s a dance, not a race to the finish line to see who can get there first.
“I can relate,” he says belatedly. “Now, roll over for me, baby.”
His request takes my breath away. There is something dark lurking in his voice, something dangerous but oh-so-enticing. It speaks to me, it touches my skin, raising my hackles as I scurry to comply. I don’t know what to expect once I am in position, and not being able to look at him exacerbates the anticipation in my stomach, twisting it and knotting it.
“Jack…” I start to say when his hands clasp my waist and lift me up to my knees.
They don’t stay there though. They explore further down, kneading my hips, my thighs. It’s the sweetest torture, given how close they are to my ass and how easily they could make the feeling of emptiness in me go away. I’d much prefer Jack’s cock, of course, but beggars can’t be choosers.
Still, contrary to my expectations, Jack’s hands simply ignore my twitching hole, even if it’s on display. Having it exposed like this is both nerve-wrecking and arousing as fuck, but he makes a point of touching everything but it, as if it’s his mission to drive me to the edge of sanity before he gives me what I want.
“Listen, I’m gonna die if you don’t—Oh, fuck!”
His wet tongue rams inside me, hot and greedy. Without a warning, with no preamble. He just dives in, groping my ass cheeks and spreading them wide so he has an easier time getting the access he’s after. I see stars, my head spins.Fuck, fuck, fuck.This feels so good, the way he’s sucking and licking with so much greed and enthusiasm.
“Yes, fuck. Jack, yes, more. So good.”
He hums in satisfaction and pushes his tongue even deeper. His fingers dig into my ass, unleashing bolts ofstinging pain-pleasure across my nerve-endings. I whimper and moan, losing my mind, becauseoh god, it feels amazing to be eaten out like this.
I continue babbling and begging for more, shaking my ass in an attempt to fuck myself on Jack’s tongue. He lets me, encouraging me by kneading my ass cheeks. My cock leaks on his backseat and my balls dangle heavy between my legs, both dying to be touched. As if he can sense that, he uses one hand to rub at the base of my shaft, which combined with his tongue still in my ass makes my eyes roll back into my head.
“Please, I want you inside me. I need to come.”
He lets off, kissing my hole as he pulls back just enough so he can reply. “Yeah? Maybe you can be a bit more specific, so I know exactly what you want me to do…”
Oh, this smartass is teasing even though I’m dying over here. Fine. If he wants specifics, I’ll give him specifics.
“Please, Jack.” I do my best impersonation of a porn star moan. “Pound my slutty hole with your magic meat stick and make me come on your backseat.”
He laughs into the side of my left ass cheek, clearly appreciating how vocal I can be about what I want. I’ve got a joke at the tip of my tongue, but before I can spew it out, he’s repositioning himself over me. His hands roam up my flanks, leaving fire in their wake until they latch onto my sensitive nipples. Using two fingers, he rubs and twists each nub, heightening the pleasure that’s assaulting my core.
“Fuck, yes. Tune those motherfuckers.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“My dirty talking is top-notch, I know. But also, Jesus can wait until later. Can we get to the fucking already? Puh-leaseee?”
“You are such a dork,” he chastises fondly, but despite his well-meant scolding and the authoritative voice in which he delivers it, he glides his slicked cock up and down my crease.
It catches on my rim, and I swear to god, my stomach does a somersault. I really can’t wait anymore. I need his diamond pole inside me.
“Jack…”
He leans down and kisses the back of my head. “Yes, yes. My little impatient flower. I’ll give you what you need.”
Finally, he slides inside me. My eyes roll back again as my skin catches fire. His big, rock-solid dick stretches me to the limit as it reaches deeper and deeper. I feel every inch, shaking with need as the sensation of fullness returns. It’s so good, so right, I love every second of it. The slight burn that accompanies Jack’s deliberate thrusts heightens the pleasure, transforming it into a full-body experience that leaves no part of me untouched.
“That’s it. So good,” Jack praises, snapping his hips faster. “You are so beautiful, Ryan. So pretty. Taking me so well.”
His words are like a caress, tangible and part of the dance between our bodies. They ghost across my skin, setting off zaps of electric desire that takes me closer and closer to the edge. I can’t keep my voice down anymore, so I let it out.
