Page 66 of Burn this City

Jack adjusted his position, and Sal guided him, encouraging him with his legs and nods, until he seemed to be in the right place. Jack laughed with exasperation at his own first attempt. Guys in porn made it look so easy and hot, and no doubt Sal was fantastic at it, but here they were with him fumbling around and self-conscious.

“Relax. Take a breath. Slowly,” Sal said. “No pressure. Except of course I want to feel you.”

“Same,” Jack gritted and pushed, finding that Sal’s body was suddenly yielding to him. But even more astonishing and sexy was how he pushed his head back against the pillow when Jack entered him. “This is the part … where you tell me how big I am,” Jack chuckled, because this was weird and incredible, and it took everything he had to move slowly and savor it.

Sal laughed. “So praise gets you off.”

“Worth trying.”

Sal laughed harder. “Should have tried that, rather than tie you to a chair. Fuck. It could have been so easy.”

Jack had never have imagined sex could be like this; intense, but also playful and funny. It wasn’t common in porn, though he loved the rare couple that laughed or grinned while fucking. Banter was also pretty rare, and he loved that Sal’s sense of humor didn’t even fail when he had his legs in the air. Maybe it was the pure confidence, the way he clearly loved inhabiting his own skin that made him so sexy, and that confidence withstood minor indignities such as an inexperienced lover.

Jack pushed deeper against the slick resistance of that powerful body, and, with Sal’s legs pulling him closer, found himself lodged inside Sal’s body as far as he could go. Sal’s breathing was noticeably faster, muscles tensing with every breath. Despite the condom, he felt every movement inside Sal. Everything was totally new and intense and yet so good.

He shifted his weight and kissed Sal, covering him with his body, then tried thrusting, well, really more rocking into Sal. Careful to keep part of his weight on a hand next to Sal’s head, he grabbed his neck with the other and pulled him up into the kiss while he pushed harder. The way Sal grew more and more breathless, and moved against him as much as he could, winding up tenser and tighter, encouraged Jack. “Like that?”

“Fucking love it,” Sal whispered.

That hadn’t been the question, but Jack didn’t doubt the answer. He focused on his movements, realizing that short, measured thrusts worked best in this position, because they also enabled him to rub alongside Sal’s cock. While sweat and precum gathered between their bodies, Sal flexed around him, and between the kisses and their increasingly harsh movements, Jack could almost feel Sal yield to him. Chasing his own orgasm as he gripped his cock hard and spurred Jack on with bared teeth, Sal panted and moaned. Unlike in porn, where everything was done for effect, none of this was faked. Not Sal’s tension that wound tighter and tighter, and not Jack’s breathless wonder as he got closer and closer.

It was Jack who came first. Coming inside Sal felt incredible—he’d never imagined he’d get to feel so viscerally close to another person, that he could have the chance to experience this at all. Coming had always been the end result, the goal he’d chased, but with Sal devouring his mouth, it was more than a goal now—it was total bliss. He kept moving while Sal chased his own orgasm, because feeling that vicelike squeeze around him wrung a few more spurts out of him, and then Sal collapsed onto the mattress, letting his legs fall open.

He was panting, but the lightness returned almost immediately. Jack rolled off Sal and collapsed by him on the mattress, overwhelmed with the sensation, and definitely the aftermath.

“For the record, it’s not just the size, but also technique,” Sal said.

Jack laughed softly. “Worked for you?”

“Oh yeah. Much bigger, and I’d struggle. Your cock is just right.” Sal flashed him a grin. “Sorry, too breathless to come up with more effusive praise. Gimme a minute.”

“No need for more compliments. You already got me off.”

They laughed together, and Jack stretched out an arm and pulled Sal closer when he took the offer. There was a strange kind of buzzing peace while they both relaxed, but the presence of another person in the same bed kept Jack awake. He’d never imagined how beautiful it was to have another person’s head rest on his shoulder. Sal placed a hand on Jack’s stomach and very lightly stroked the skin there with the backs of his fingers.

“Praise, huh? What’s the story?”

“Really, are we going to talk about that?” Jack shook his head. “I don’t know. I guess I don’t get a lot of it? I didn’t think I needed or wanted it, either. But it felt good when it came from you.”

“Ah, understood.” Sal kissed Jack’s chest. “One sec.” He reached down and plucked the condom from Jack’s cock, then left the bed in one fluid motion and vanished into the bathroom. When he came back, he was barely more than a dark silhouette against the sparse light creeping through the shutters. Now Jack wished the room were lit like an NFL stadium during a game. He didn’t want to miss a thing, and watching Sal move around naked was something he could get used to.

Sal returned to his place against Jack’s shoulder. “I want to apologize again for what I did to you.”

“It’s okay. We’re already joking about it.”

“Yes. Though it’s hilarious that I first put you in your own closet, and then dragged you out of it.”

Jack smiled. “Jacuzzi sex is definitely never going to happen.”

“I don’t know. Could be therapeutic.” Sal’s tone was light enough to suggest he was joking too.

“Tell me about Enzo and you?”

“It’s good friends with occasional benefits. He’s very good at spotting when I need to release some steam with somebody I trust and who knows me. He isn’t even into men, but he’s into getting bossed around, and he’ll let a man fuck him when he’s in the right headspace, which is submissive. His ideal partner is a woman who loves to put a man in his place and peg him until he comes, at least every now and then. I’m sure he could find somebody, but I don’t think he’s even currently looking.”

“Why not?”

Sal drew a long breath and released it. “He’s been too focused on keeping me sane. With everything going on, I don’t think he had the spare capacity.”

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