Page 64 of We Were Never Lovers
Jack opened his eyes again, licked his lips. Sean dipped down to kiss him lightly but didn’t go any faster. It felt like a game and he was still trying to figure out the rules.
When Sean pushed back in, he changed direction, a hair’s breadth, and Jack gasped and threw his head back. Sean pulled back.
“No, no, no,” Jack begged.
Sean thrust back in and hit that spot again.
Jack arched, his broad chest lifting off the bed as his nails dug into Sean’s ass.
Sean snapped and fucked in hard, nailing him there over and over. A slipperiness seeped between them, Jack’s dick coming in slow ropes of come. Sean sucked in a breath; he’d only ever seen that in porn.
He looked back up at Jack’s face. His eyes were scrunched up, expression twisted in pain or pleasure, Sean didn’t know.
“Does it hurt?” Sean panted and started to slow down.
Jack dug his nails in. “Feels so good,” he bit out.
“Oh, fuck,” Sean said and ramped up the pace.
“Don’t,” Jack said on a punched-out breath.
Sean slowed.
“Stop,” Jack’s eyes popped open, wild.
“Don’t stop?” Sean kept going.
Jack nodded frantically and Sean leaned down to kiss him, muffling Jack’s answering moan between them.
Jack’s ass squeezed him like a vice when he started to come for real, and Sean broke the kiss, swore, and felt his balls draw up. He shoved in and came with a rush of pleasure from his toes to his scalp.
He collapsed onto Jack’s chest, pumping into him with rolls of his hips as he came down, a shivery feeling washing over hisskin. Jack’s chest heaved and Sean moved up and down with it, kissed the salty skin between Jack’s pecs as he caught his breath.
When he was with it enough, he propped himself up, dick softening inside Jack.
“Has that happened before?” he asked.
Jack tilted his head down, sleepy eyes on Sean’s as he smiled. He relaxed his hands on his ass but kept them there.
“Yeah,” he rumbled.
“Just with me?” he suddenly needed to know, even if it came off desperate.
“Yeah, course,” Jack said easily though, his fingers trailing up and down Sean’s glutes.
“Hmm,” Sean pressed his face into Jack’s chest, kissed him before pushing up and pulling out.
Jack rolled with him as Sean slid onto his back, shuffled to the edge of the bed for his shirt or pants to clean them off. Jack hauled him back in.
“Don’t go,” Jack said against his nape.
“‘M not, just gettin’ somethin’ for all that come,” Sean said and shuffled forward again, “you’re like a fuckin’ fountain.”
Jack released him and flopped onto his back with a sigh.
Sean cleaned him up, looked at his arm over his eyes.
“It was fuckin’ hot,” he said.
