Page 105 of Gross Misconduct

“It’s not. But I still win.” He shoots me a wink.

“Always a fucker.”

“You sure you want to be with someone this insufferable?” Jack asks.

I kiss him, showing him my answer.

“My turn to get a taste of you.” Jack puts his legs down. I stand up and pull my sweatpants down to just above my knees. My hard cock flops out in front of me, all for Jack.

“Turn around,” he says.

“Turn…around?” A fresh round of heat rushes to my loins. My ass twitches with excitement as he gives it a welcoming spank.

I jut my ass out and push his face against my opening.

“Fuck.” New explosions of pleasure open inside me as Jack flicks his tongue on my hole. Heat and lust sweep across my body. His tongue circles my opening. His thumb dips in. Everything I do to him, he’s doing back to me, and I am a better man for it.

My cock swells, and the ecstasy of getting rimmed gets me achingly close to the edge.

“Need you,” I grunt. I could come like this, but I want to feel Jack’s ass clench around my dick as I pump into him.

“Baby, I need to fuck you,” I say. A man can only hold out for so long. My dick is about to burn a hole in my hand.

Jack gets on the couch and kneels over the back, his hole mine for the plundering. He reaches for the side table and pulls a bottle of lube from the drawer.

“Leave your sweatpants where they are,” he says. The appeal of raggedly old sweatpants mystifies me, but I’m not here to yuck his yum. If anything, I want to encourage it.

I coat my cock with lube, and slip two lubed fingers inside him.

“Give me the real thing,” he says to me through the mirror above the couch.

“For a bottom, you can be really bossy.” I give his ass a slap as if we’re going out on the ice. I press inside. Jack punches the couch arm in delight.

“Fuck yes,” he screams. “I can feel my ass stretching for you.”

“You’re mine,” I growl. I sink into his hole all the way until he groans. I hug his torso and pull him close.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say in his ear, kissing his ear lobe. “You’re fucking amazing.”

He squeezes my hand. I want to keep telling him this over and over. Jack is fucking amazing, and it’s time he believed all the hype, not just on the ice.

“Fuck me, Griffin. Please fuck me.”

I kiss along his neck, savoring his salty taste as my dick pumps in and out. I watch my thickness disappear between his red cheeks. I caress along his taut stomach and up his chest, pinching his nipple. There was a contest years ago where people had to keep a hand on a car to win it. If Jack’s body were a car, I’d win every time.

I stare at us in the mirror, my hairy chest glistening with sweat. The yearning lust flushes Jack’s cheek. The abandon in his eyes as he rams himself backward against my cock. I can barely keep standing as the orgasm thrashes its way through my core and squeezes my balls.

“Coming,” I grunt out. Jack goes faster, fucking himself against my cock as I feel him tighten around me. I bury my face in his neck as I shoot my load inside him.

I pull Jack up against my chest, wrapping a hand around his neck as I kiss his ear. He strokes himself frantically, his body coiled and possessed with impending release. His ass clamps around my still-hard cock as I continue to fuck him.

“Yes! Make me come. Make me come,” he gasps out, practically speaking in tongues as he comes over his fist. I keep Jack from collapsing, holding him against my chest, rocking with him as we come down from our high.

“I love you,” I whisper to him, wanting our connection to be this strong always.

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