much too bitter for a man in his position. “Things look very different post-orgasm.”
I pushed up, sitting heavily across his hips, his cock trapped under my ass. I held him in bed with a hand on his chest. “Oh my God, you…you make me crazy. I have to shut that stupid brain of yours off.”
“Oh, how are you going to do that?” The arch of his eyebrow was an unspoken challenge.
I pinched one of his nipples hard.
His eyes flew open. “Ow!” he said with a shocked laugh, slapping his hand over it. “Unfair.”
Since his cock had jerked hard against me, and a red flush was creeping down his neck, I ignored his protest. Pushing myself up to hands and knees, I loomed over him, my cock, hard and heavy, hung down just barely brushing his. I looked down his body, watching as I rolled my hips, dragging my cock against him.
He gasped and his cock jerked, a shining thread sliding from the tip to his stomach. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. “Fuck, Jake.”
With an impatient noise, he grabbed my head and yanked me down into a brutal kiss. It was an attack. His nails dug into my back, trying to drag me down as he thrust his hips up from the bed, desperate for any friction. I braced my legs, keeping the contact frustratingly light.
He whined. He actually freaking whined against my mouth, and I almost came as a bolt of lust sucker-punched me in the balls. I sucked hard on his tongue, biting his lower lip, just to hear him make that noise again.
“Jesus,” he groaned. “Fuck. You.” He thrust up again and I arched even further away from him. “Eric,” he said, grabbing at my ribs, my shoulders.
I kissed everywhere I could reach on his body, below his ear, on his jawline, the curve of his shoulder. Giving in to my own pressing need, I dropped my hips down, pressing our cocks together, the slide eased by sweat and other bodily fluids. Pleasure sparked up and down my body, pinpricks of pleasure.
Jake’s hands clamped on my ass, holding me in place. I struggled to pull away.
“Eric, please,” he begged. “Please, I need…I need you.”
“Just wait, hold on.” I reached a long arm to the nightstand, fumbling to open the drawer. Jake, brilliant man that he was, realized what I was doing and loosened his hold enough for me to grab the lube.
I’d forgotten that he was as sneaky as he was brilliant. As soon as my weight shifted, he pounced, rolling us over until he was on top. “Fucking tease,” he said, grabbing the lube from me. “That’s new.”
“You fucking love it,” I said with a grin that faded into a moan as he dragged a lube-slick hand up the length of my cock.
I pulled him down on top of me, wrapping my arms and legs around him, and rolled us back over. He might be sneaky, but I was stronger. He laughed breathlessly, grabbing on to the slatted headboard to keep us on the bed. “C’mon, Tiny. Do it. Fuck me. Make me feel it.”
I groaned. “I will. God, I will.” But it would have to wait. My orgasm was right there, beating in the pulse in my throat, my stomach, and my groin. I wedged my hand between us, holding our cocks as tightly as I could. I grabbed Jake by the hair. It was shorter than it had been, and no longer dyed black, but it was just as silken as I’d remembered, sliding through my fingers. And when I yanked his head back, baring his neck, his eyes rolled up under his lids and he gave a full-body shudder the way he always had.
Any control I’d had was lost after that. I rutted against him, my hand not so much circling our dicks as holding them against his stomach. He planted his feet on the mattress, thrusting so hard against me, he actually lifted me up.
I mouthed against his neck, worrying the skin. I wanted to mark him up for the world to see, but just like all those years ago, I couldn’t. But I could do it where people couldn’t see. I tilted my mouth down, searching for the hollow of his throat, the hard curve of his collarbone.
His curses and pleas for more, for harder, landed on me like hammer blows and I gave him everything I could,