Page 6 of Dirty Hand

George's heart beat faster as he reached for Jack's fly and slowly unzipped it, having to pull hard to counter the pressure from the man's iron-hard cock. When it was open, he slipped his hand behind the waistband of his underwear. Jack grabbed his wrist and yanked him away. "Did I tell you you could touch me? I think my order was pretty clear. I told you to unzip me. You have to earn the right to touch me."

Fuck, why was that shit so hot? "Sorry, Jack."

"You gotta be more careful, cupcake. Otherwise I'll have to cuff your hands to make sure they're not touching anything they're not allowed to."

Shiiiiiiit.George swallowed. "Yes, Jack."

For a brief moment, he debated calling him Sir, but it didn't fit him. Oh, the man certainly had the dominance, but he was too rough to be an actual Dom, too unrefined and raw. Exactly the way George loved it. And yet he had an unexpected gentle side as well that had shown in his concern for consent.

"Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. You'll take what I give you, won't you?"

Since George already had his tongue out, talking was damn near impossible, so he nodded. As soon as he had, Jack took out his cock, holding it at the base with his right hand. “Look at it, cupcake. Do you see why it deserves to be worshiped? Why you have to earn it?"

Oh, damn. The man hadn’t been exaggerating. The eight inches were already impressive all on their own, but he was thick, with a slight curve that would hit all the right spots. George's ass involuntarily clenched at the thought. It would wreck him in the best way possible. He nodded again, not wanting to pull his tongue back now that he had it out. Not at the risk of him pleasuring Jack, even though he knew all this was a game they played.

Jack slowly fisted himself. "Open up wide, cupcake."

George was drooling in a way that should be embarrassing and highly unattractive, and yet he absolutely loved every second of it. He held his breath as Jack scooted forward on the couch, holding out his cock and bringing it closer to George's lips. A thick drop of precum beaded at the slit, and George was dying to taste it, but Jack rubbed it on his lips, where George couldn't lick it off.

"You know, I think you’d be even prettier with my cum all over your face. Mmm, yes, I can totally see that."

He nonchalantly slid his crown over George's tongue, not really giving him the opportunity to lick or taste it. He held still, only blinking. "That's better,” Jack said approvingly, rubbing George's tongue a little faster. "That's actually quite nice. I bet I could bring myself off like this easily."

The quick flash of disappointment George felt before he realized Jack was messing with him must've been visible because Jack chuckled. "But that's not what you want, is it?"

George shook his head.

"You want this in your mouth, don't you? All the way until you're choking on it."

He was doing it again. Fuck, Jack was smart. In the middle of this sexy game they were playing, he'd found another way to check George's limits, to announce what he wanted to do and give him the time to say no. Not that he was going to. Not even close. Even the thought of having that cock down his throat made him practically tremble with want. And so he nodded again.

"I thought so. You're a dirty, dirty boy, cupcake. Let's see if you're good enough of a cocksucker to take this."

That was the last warning George got. Jack pushed forward, sinking that glorious, fat dick deeper and deeper until he hit the back of George's throat. George took a last deep breath, then sucked him in. He couldn't take all of him, but he got as much as he could, his jaw aching, tears streaming down his cheeks, and saliva dripping over his chin.

"Goddammit, look at you being hungry for it… Mmm, fuck, yes. You’re perfect like this. All dirty and debauched, just how I like my boys. Are you gonna be my dirty boy, cupcake?"

Jack pulled out, and George gasped for breath, moving his jaw as soon as he could to prevent it from cramping. He reached for the drool on his chin, but Jack slapped away his hand. "No, I like you like this."

Of course he would. George should’ve known. He took a few breaths to calm himself down and relax, then opened wide again. "Oh, that's a good boy… Eager for more, huh?"

Hell, yes. He’d do whatever it took to earn the right to be split wide open on that perfect tool.

For minutes, Jack kept abusing his mouth, bringing him to the edge of what he could take, then pulling out and allowing him enough rest to start all over again. George sank into a weird headspace, where Jack was all he saw. The outside world didn't exist anymore, only Jack. Jack's cock in his mouth, in his throat. Jack's hands on his head, pulling him down on his cock. Jack's smell, his sweat, the warmth radiating from his body. Jack was everything.

"Let's see if reality matches my expectations. Sit still for me."

George sat motionless as Jack brought himself off with rough, fast moves, grunting with pleasure. Then that big, strong body froze, his cock jerking as he came, spraying George's face with thick strings of his cum. His forehead, his cheeks, some on his lips, but George sat still, not even licking his lips.

"Fuck, that was a good one." Jack's voice was thick with satisfaction. He let go of his cock as he studied George from all angles. "Yep, I was absolutely right. You look amazing like this."

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Jack had watched George closely, watching for any sign, no matter how small, that he was near his limits. But as he studied George, who sat so beautifully still for him, all he saw was bliss. He seemed out of it, his eyes half-lidded and glazy, his cheeks sporting a delicious blush that peaked from under the thick globs of cum that were still on his face. He looked breathtaking.

He swiped some cum off his cheek, then offered his fingers to Jack, who sucked them into his mouth, making a happy hum of pleasure. Where had this dirty boy been all Jack's life? Fuck, he wanted to savor him. Taste his own release in George's mouth. He hauled him up under his arms, the boy’s weight no issue for him. Hell, he was used to logs that were a lot heavier than him.

George squealed as Jack put him on his lap, and Jack was careful not to rub the boy’s naked parts against his open zipper. Hmm, on second thought, he should've totally gotten naked for this. Well, he’d have to improvise. He grabbed George's head and crushed their mouths together, too impatient to be gentle or coy.

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