Page 71 of Spur It On

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to his. When I pumped into him again, hitting that same spot, his hand found my ass to pull a little harder. I could feel his dick against my belly, so reached between us to grab it, sliding my lube-slicked hand over him each time my dick was buried in his ass.

He lifted his hips off the bed and rocked with me. Harder, faster. Yeah, I'd guessed right when I'd thought he could be a power bottom, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. So I fucked. I wanted to let go completely, to prove that I was man enough to keep up with him, but one thing kept running through my mind: he had to ride tomorrow.

He was setting the pace, so I took. Our tongues tangled. Our bodies writhed. We didn't bother talking, because that meant we wouldn't be kissing. The touches, the groans and moans falling from both of us? They were enough, and each one spoke volumes.

He felt so fucking good and looked even better. Seeing this wild man like this? It was more than I'd ever hoped for. Not even my daydreams had come close. No, J.D. was nothing like I'd imagined, and if I wasn't careful, I was going to be in far too deep with him to ever pull myself out.

And I was ok with that.

So I let go. I let him have his way with me, pushing back onto my dick, riding me from the bottom as I desperately tried to keep up. It no longer mattered who was the bigger man, the crazier one, or anything else. I just wanted to kiss him again, feel him enjoying me, and know this was real.

In the same bed where I'd had my way with Cody, J.D. had his way with me, and it felt so damned good. I was struggling not to finish too fast. I was trying so hard to keep up, but he was a lover unlike any I'd experienced before. This man was real, and while he gave me the option to take it or leave it, he was begging me to take - to take all I wanted, because he was no longer holding back.

So I stroked him harder. I fucked him faster. I was right there, ready to blow my load, but I wanted him to come first, or at least with me.

"Please," I begged, bucking into him again and again.

His answer was to kiss me one more time, but the next rock of his hips faltered. In my hand, I could feel him starting to swell, and it was all I could do to breathe through the pleasure wracking my body. Not yet. I couldn't come yet, but he was so tight and hot around me. So feral as he bucked into me.

Then he sucked in a breath. His ass clenched even tighter. I jerked my eyes open, unaware of when I'd closed them, and was just in time to feel him throb in my hand as his orgasm hit. J.D.'s back arched off the bed. I rocked into him again, feeling myself lose control, but my eyes were locked on his face as my orgasm hit.

And he cried out. The growl of pleasure was deep and honest. The look of passion on his face was simply beautiful, but the feeling of bliss that consumed me made it all even better. This one moment would be forever seared in my mind as I tried to ride him through it and failed, collapsing on his chest as my body decided it could take no more.

His arms immediately held me there, hugging me close. I pressed my cheek against his chest, reaching up to tangle my fingers in his hair as I panted for breath. I needed to move. I shouldn't be lying on him, and my position wasn't exactly comfortable, but the feel of him against me, along the entire length of my body, was too good. Too real. Too much like a dream.

"That," J.D. huffed, his panting almost as heavy as mine. "Yeah, all that."

I chuckled and managed to extract myself from his ass, but leaving the bed was going to take a second longer. "Just tell me I didn't hurt you?" I asked.

"Naw," he assured me.

I nodded slowly, then forced myself to roll off the side so I could take this condom to the bathroom. My knees felt a bit like rubber, but in the best way. Damn, he'd worked me. And to think, I was supposed to have been the top! Maybe I'd been the one doing the penetrating, but that? It made me reconsider a few things. So I got rid of the condom, wiped my junk up a bit so I was at least sorta clean, and then made my way back.

"Hey," I said, pausing at the foot of the bed. "You fuck like that when you're on top?"

"Nah, I'm nicer on top," he said, offering me a lazy smile that was a lot closer to a devious smirk.

Yeah, that looked good on him. It was also about what I'd expected him to say. "Might make me think about bottoming," I said, but the words came out softer than I'd wanted.

J.D. just yanked the blankets back on my side of the bed in a clear invitation to get closer. "Wanna fuck around and find out?" he asked just as I got one knee on the bed.

A laugh burst from my mouth. "That is not how that phrase is supposed to be used."

He just shrugged, waiting only until I was all the way in bed before rolling up against me and resting his head on my chest.

"I ain't gonna hurt ya, Tanner."

I adjusted my pillow, then let myself wrap my arm around his back. J.D. relaxed into me, and for just a moment, I watched him. This shit was supposed to make him a pussy. It should've weakened him somehow, but it didn't. It felt like trust, and it was sweeter than I'd imagined.

Something began to let go. Stress? Tension? Expectations? I wasn't even sure, but I felt myself soften as I curled around him, giving myself permission to simply enjoy the feel of this man the same way I had with Cody. To be here, in the moment, not waiting for the time to get up and leave.

"There ya are," J.D. said.

I chuckled, realizing I'd just been busted. "Yeah, I'm used to leaving when done."

"But we're not doing that," he told me.

I huffed out something like another laugh. "You know, you're a lot like her."

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