Page 73 of Two for Holding
“Please, Jax.”
Jax took a breath and rested his forehead against Tom’s hip.“God, you’re hot.”
He crooked his fingers again, right where Tom needed, and for a moment, Tom thought it was too late.His cock jerked and drooled against his lower belly, Jax following the entire motion with the expression of a man who’d been starving for years.
“Now.”
“Right.Yeah.”Jax scrambled away, stripped off the boxer briefs he somehow still wore, and fumbled for the box of condoms.He didn’t seem to care about the size or the color, though looking at him now, Tom thought maybe he did need those extra-large ones after all.That was a lot of cock to be going inside him.Jax’s fingers were big, but were they enough to prepare him?
“You’re sure,” Jax said, rolling the condom down his dick.He stroked lube over the condom—one of the normal ones, not flavored or ribbed or any of the other dozens of options—and jerked himself a few times.The tendons in his forearm corded.The blood roared in Tom’s ears.
“Tom?”
“Huh?”
“You sure?”
Tom flipped over onto all fours.Over his shoulder, he said, “Please, Jax.Fuck me.Please.”
Jax was on him in an instant, a line of heat down his back, his fingers hurried and clumsy as he lined up and then pushed inside.
The heat of Jax’s body warmed Tom’s.They stuck together with sweat in some places and slid against each other elsewhere.Jax’s loud, panting breaths in Tom’s ear came second only to the pounding of his own heart.Jax pushed into him, Tom’s body gave way, and suddenly, wonderfully, everything was out of Tom’s control.
He could have asked Jax to stop at any moment, of course, but the angle, the pace, the inexorability of the slow slide of Jax’s cock into his body—Tom didn’t decide any of it.His arms collapsed under him, leaving him propped on his elbows, face buried in the sheets, while Jax slid inside him.
Jax kissed his shoulder blade.“Let me hear you, baby.”
Tom let out one single sob before Jax started to move, and then he couldn’t stop.
“Oh,” he moaned on the outstroke, and when Jax changed his angle and pushed in again, he started talking.“Just like that.There, please, Jax—”
“I got you,” Jax said calmly, as controlled as the way he fucked Tom.He kept it slow and steady, hitting the perfect angle over and over.
“Jax!”Tom could barely breathe.
“How’s it feel?”
“Perfect, it’s so good, it’s—fuck!”
Jax fucked in harder, a staccato metronome.His hot breath puffed out against Tom’s spine.
Tom shivered all over.“I need, I need, please!”
He had no idea how Jax did it, where he got the coordination, but a warm hand closed around Tom’s cock in an instant.Combined with the way Jax pounded against his prostate, there was no way Tom could hold out.
His orgasm blindsided him, hitting him right in the gut and exploding outward.His thighs and stomach clenched, his balls tightened, and then his spine melted as he shot over and over again, making a mess of the sheets.“Yes,” he panted, and “Jax,” and “so good.”
Finally, Jax’s composure cracked.“Oh thank God,” he breathed, all one word, and then his hands went tight on Tom’s hips and he fucked Tom with all the strength in those massive thighs and glutes for a few short uneven thrusts before letting out a broken groan and filling the condom.His hips kept moving, grinding little circles like he wanted to get it in deep.The movement sent sparks up and down Tom’s oversensitive nerves, and he fell forward, his knees and elbows giving up.
He became aware of the world outside his own body again when Jax gently, gingerly patted him down with the still-damp towel they’d left at the end of the bed.
“Should’ve put this under you.Sorry.Here, roll over.You’re in the wet spot.”
Tom let Jax turn him, still wanting to move the way Jax moved him.
“You doing okay?”
“Mm.”Tom nestled closer to Jax.He was warm, and Tom slept so well when he stayed over.
