Jagged Edge

Can’t wait any longer. I start unzipping my jeans, but I don’t get further than that when he kneels at my feet and takes over, removing my shoes, my socks, pulling my pants down. The tent in my black briefs is obscene. He gets up, a condom foil in his hand. He tears it with his teeth, and I swear, the sound of foil tearing goes straight to my dick.

At this point, I bet any sound would. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.

And tonight I’d planned to talk to him, really talk. Get that apology in. Tell him how I feel… how I want to do better. By him.

Damn.

He rolls the condom on my dick, and I grit my teeth and dig my nails into the armrests. If the condom feels so good, I can’t imagine his ass.

Yeah, I’ve fucked a guy before. Didn’t blow my mind. But Jason just might.

He tugs on the tip of the condom, then the base, making sure it’s snug, and trails his hand up my chest. He leans over me, eyes so serious and dark I can’t stop staring into them.

“Now lean back,” he says, his lips brushing over mine, scorching, “and let me ride you.”

His words are softly spoken, normal, everyday words, but I groan against his mouth, robbed of coherent thought.

Please, I think. Yeah, do it. Fuck yourself on me. Take what you need. What will give you pleasure.

I can’t put the thoughts into words, so I grab his face and kiss him hard, my tongue fucking his mouth, and I hope he gets the message.

He licks his lips when he pulls back, his gaze unfocused, and his dick is definitely firmer between us. “Raine…”

“I wanna see your face as you come,” I finally manage.

His brows knit. “No, it’s… I can’t, okay?”

Before I ask what he means, what he can’t do, he turns around and sits in my lap, his firm ass pressing against my dick.

I see stars. “What…?” Nope, can’t form sentences, or questions. “Ugh.”

He pulls his legs up on either side of me, braces his hands on the armrests and lifts up. His thighs ripple with muscle. His ass cheeks spread.

He positions himself over my dick. “Do it,” he says roughly. “Fuck me.”

My hand is shaking. I grip my dick, clench my jaw, and push into him. Hot. Tight. So fucking tight.

Then he sinks down, taking in my dick the rest of the way, and I moan, unable to help it, the pressure around my dick sending pulses of pain-pleasure to my balls and my ass so that everything clenches tight.

Ready to shoot.

Ah fuck.

“You’re so damn hard,” he breathes, and the faint whisper sets my blood on fire. He rises up, sinks back down, and I rock my hips up, slamming into him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. No, it wasn’t like this ever before. My hips rock up again, without any instructions from my conscious brain. I grip the armrest with one hand, Jason’s hip with the other, and just fuck into him, grunting a garbled version of his name in time to my thrusts.

Oh God. Pressure is condensing to a bright point as his body pulls on mine like a gravitational force. His ass clenches around my dick, his leg muscles tremble, his movements growing faster, sharper.

“Jase…” I’m gonna come so hard. Need him to come with me. I reach around him to jerk him off. “Damn…”

His movements slow down, his panting harsh. “Wait.”

I find his dick and grip it. He’s still half-hard. My brain grinds to a stop until I process this—the fact that he’s not enjoying it as I am. “Jason.”

“Don’t.”

“You’re not into it, dammit.”