18. Jesse

18

JESSE

"Fine." He smiled up at me. "Will you please put my dick in your mouth? Pretty please with a flip fuck on top?"

"I'm not sure if you were going for innocent, but that look was serving crazy with a side of sociopath." I gripped his dick again and gave it a hard stroke.

His retort turned into a strangled moan mid-word.

"That's it." I stroked him faster, shifting off him to get a better angle. "You love having my hand on you."

"So? I love having your mouth on me more, and all you've done with it is talk."

"Just talk?" Still stroking his length, I resumed kissing him, going hot and hard right off the bat. The scrape of our stubble sent more of those zings through me, so did thinking about the beard burn I'd see on Bas when we were long done. Apparently I was into marking, but only with him.

"Cheater," Bas mumbled dazedly when I finally pulled away.

The area around his mouth was pink from friction, and his lips were kiss-swollen and red.

My cock pulsed, and my hindbrain hummed with possessive desire.

"You keep saying that, but I'm really starting to question your understanding of the word." Letting go of his dick, I gripped his waistband and tugged it down.

He lifted his hips and helped me pull his clothes down, freeing his cock.

"You have no idea how good you look like this." I sat back on his thighs so I could fully take him in. "All spread out and waiting for me." I bit my lip and dragged my teeth over it as my balls drew up and my dick throbbed with need. "So fucking hot."

"And what are you going to do about it?" he asked, lifting one eyebrow.

"Something you're definitely not expecting."

He blinked in confusion as I climbed off him, leaving him lying on the couch with his pants around his thighs and his hoodie pushed up so half of his tight stomach was on display.

"The fuck?" He started to get up on his elbows. "What are you?—"

"Lay back." My command was sharp, and Bas's eyes widened as he stopped protesting.

Slowly, he lay back down.

I stripped off my hoodie and shirt in one go, then shucked off my sweats and briefs. My cock bobbed free, hard and ready.

"Now you." I stroked my dick and roved my eyes over him. "Get naked."

"This is so weird." He sat up and pulled off his hoodie and shirt in one go.

"Do you want to stop?"

He tossed the clothes aside. "Not a chance."

Together, we got his sweats and briefs off. Then we took a second to take off our socks because being naked with socks on wasn't it.

"Okay, big bossy Miller. What are you going to do with me now that you have me at your mercy?" He lay back and idly stroked his dick. "I seem to recall you saying something about putting this in your mouth."

"That does sound familiar." I knelt next to the couch, drinking him in.

He was gorgeous. The firelight danced over his pale skin, making his tats almost look alive. His hair was a fluffy mess, and his mouth was still red from my kisses.

Greedily, I ran my gaze down his long, lean body, stopping at his dick.

He was gorgeous. Long and thick and mouth-wateringly hard. His size should have scared the hell out of me, but I couldn't deny how much I wanted to feel him inside me again.

The tiny hoop in his piercing glittered in the firelight enticingly as he gave himself a teasing stroke. "Gonna call me a freak again?" he asked warily.

Instead of answering, I pushed his hand aside and took him into my mouth.

"Oh fuck," he groaned, carding his fingers through my hair and holding tight.

The dark, heady taste of him filled my senses, and the way his girth stretched my lips made every suck and swallow that much hotter.

Moving over him at a leisurely pace, I used my tongue to play with his shaft and dipped into his slit as I toyed with his piercing, rolling it under my finger and gently pressing on it.

"Yes, Jesse," he panted, gripping my hair with shaking hands. "That's it. Just like that. Harder. Suck me harder. Oh god. So fucking good."

I worked him over, using his commands and the tricks I'd learned over the years to make sure I gave him the most pleasure possible.

Watching him come apart like this was everything.

"Give it to me." He slapped my hip. "Want to suck you too."

I hadn't planned on doing a sixty-nine, but who was I to deny Bas's request?

I had to pop off him to get situated. It took a bit of fumbling on both our parts, but I managed to fit my body over his, my head lined up with his cock and my knees on either side of his head.

Not bothering to check if he was ready, I sucked him into my mouth and swallowed around his cockhead.

He cried out, his hot breath fanning over my dick.

A moment later, something wet and hot touched my tip, then engulfed my head and shaft.

I moaned around him, knowing the vibrations would feel amazing. He responded by sucking me harder.

The world sort of ceased to exist as we blew each other. Having his mouth on me was incredible, but it wasn't just that.

This was the first time sex between us was about seduction and not anger.

Bas's mouth left my dick and closed around one of my balls.

I groaned and popped off him.

He released me and dragged his tongue down the center of my sac.

"You want me to tongue your ass?" He gripped my ass cheeks and squeezed hard, pulling them apart and exposing my hole to the cool air.

"Yeah," I rasped, my body tight with anticipation.

"Sit back on my face and let me at it."

Using the back of the couch for balance, I did as he said.

"So fucking hot." He kneaded my ass, his touch rough and exactly how I liked it.

Something wet and hot swiped over my hole, and the shout I let out was embarrassingly loud.

Chuckling, he did it again, then dipped his tongue just inside me.

"Oh god." I gripped the back of the couch harder, my thighs shaking as pleasure exploded out from every part of me, swirling and mixing until I was nearly delirious.

Sebastian was the only guy to ever do this to me. I'd had a couple of partners offer in the past, but I knew I wouldn't be able to relax enough to enjoy it with them, and I declined.

I didn't have that issue with Bas.

"Fuck, Bas. More. That's so good. Yes," I babbled, pressing back against his tongue as he switched between lapping at my hole and fucking me with it.

"Stroke that big dick for me. Make it feel really good," he commanded, then went right back to stabbing his tongue inside me.

I managed about five strokes before I had to stop. I was too close, but no way in hell was I telling him that.

Instead, I gripped his dick and jerked him, working him in time with what his tongue was doing to my ass.

"Fuck, stop," he gasped.

"Getting close?"

"Don't sound so smug, asshole. You enjoyed that as much as me." He patted my hip. "Up so I can get my fingers in you."

I slid off him on unsteady legs, still not recovered from the magic he'd worked on me with his tongue.

"You're still a cheater." Bas sat up and swung his legs over the side of the couch. "Get on your knees, ass in the air."

I fixed him with a look. "And why should I do that?"

He stood, another of those too-hot smirks tilting the side of his mouth. "Because I said so."

Way faster than I expected him to move, he gripped my shoulder and yanked hard, his other hand closing over my waist and forcing me to not only stumble but twist to the side.

The move destabilized me, and he used it to swing me around and shove me toward the couch.

I fell on it in a messy heap with Sebastian on top of me, his arm around me in a sort of bear hug as he pinned me to the cushions.

His body was hard and hot against mine, his grip tight and his dick pressed against my ass. But instead of feeling panicked or pissed that he'd gotten the upper hand and had me at a disadvantage, all I felt was desire.

With surprising strength, Bas manhandled me into place so I was kneeling on the couch, my forearms on the back and my legs spread wide.

"Ready?" he asked, his lips close to my ear and his body against mine.

Goosebumps pebbled on my skin as liquid fire sped through my veins.

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

He dropped a soft kiss on my shoulder.

My heart did a weird, skittering beat at the seemingly unconscious move.

"Do you have supplies?" he asked.

"Yeah. In my wallet."

He dropped another kiss on my shoulder and climbed off me. "Don't move." He punctuated his command with a hard slap to my ass.

The sting of pain made me jump, but the heat that spread out from the impact made me moan.

"Looks like I'm not the only pain slut," he said with a chuckle. "Stay just like that for me." He delivered another spank, this one harder but a bit off to the side of the first one so he didn't get me in the same place.

I stayed where I was, staring at the back of the couch as his footsteps moved toward the door, then came back before I had a chance to think too hard about what we were doing.

"Do you want to get them?" He pressed my wallet against the side of my arm.

I shook my head. "Go for it."

A moment later my wallet hit the floor with a loud slap .

"God, you look good like this." A warm hand ran down my back, right over my spine. "Hottest ass I've ever had."

Another weird flutter went through me. He'd said that before, but was it true?

And why did I care? This was just sex.

The sound of crinkling plastic dragged me out of my spiral before it could start. I breathed out, forcing myself to relax.

He traced his slippery finger over my hole.

"So fucking hot," he rasped, pressing it inside me.

"Ungh," I moaned, pushing back against him.

"There you go," he said in a soothing tone, running his free hand over my back. "Relax and let me in. Good. You're doing good."

He pumped his finger inside me, his pace maddeningly slow.

I made an impatient sound.

"Ready for two?"

"Yeah."

He waited for me to breathe in, then worked a second finger inside me on my exhale.

The stretch wasn't bad, but two fingers had nothing on Bas's giant dick. Even with three, I was going to feel it.

"You okay?" he asked, giving my cock a few strokes.

I nodded.

"Let me know when you're ready for three." He twisted his hand and found my prostate, then continued to find it with each thrust.

"Fuck," I gritted out. I felt so damn full, but too empty at the same time. "Now."

"So eager," he said, but instead of his regular teasing, he sounded affectionate.

"What can I say? I'm really looking forward to my prize." I managed to not sound like I was about to lose my mind and beg for more.

He chuckled and slipped in a third finger. "I bet you are."

The stretch was intense, and so was the burn, but he was gentle, and soon I was rocking back and clenching around him.

He finger-fucked me for a few minutes, alternating between rubbing my prostate like it was a lamp he was trying to summon a genie from and completely avoiding it.

"Bas," I groaned when it got to be too much, but also not nearly enough.

"You good?" He paused, his fingers deep inside me.

"Yeah. Fuck me."

He let out a shuddering breath. "Yeah. Okay. Let me get ready."

The sound of tearing plastic rang out, followed by Bas's "Oh no."

"What?" I twisted around to look at him.

He held up the condom. "I don't think we can use this."

"What do you mean?"

"The edge is fucked up." He moved it closer. The rolled part at the opening had a small cut in it, like there was a flaw in the latex. "And this size just fits me. It'll split right down the side if I try to put it on."

"Do you have one?"

"No." He sighed and absently rubbed my lower back, still staring at the useless condom. "I didn't replace the one we used at your parents' house. Whatever." He tossed it aside. "We don't need to fuck for me to get you off."

"When was your last round of tests?" I asked, the words coming out before I had a chance to really think about them.

Safe sex was one of my hard limits. I'd never once considered going bare with anyone, but I couldn't take the words back now.

And I didn't want to. I knew this was a monumentally bad idea, but when had Bas and I ever done the smart thing?

I trusted him, and he had to trust me at least a little. This didn't have to be a huge deal.

"Six months ago," he said slowly. "All good, and no one other than you since then. Yours?"

"Same. About six months. All good and only you." I met his confused gaze. "What?"

"Nothing. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"No."

"At least we're on the same page."

I turned back to the couch and got into position, not letting myself think about how impulsive we were being.

Something broad and slippery rubbed against my softened hole.

"Are you sure you're ready? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm good." I blew out a breath and tried to clear my mind.

He increased the pressure, and a second later, he breached me.

I bit back a gasp at the sting of pain. Bas was being gentle, but with his monster dick, I was going to feel it no matter how slow or careful he was.

"There you go," he murmured, holding my hips as he slowly pushed inside me using tiny pulses that helped open me up. "Keep breathing, babe. You're okay. I've got you." His thumbs traced a gentle pattern on my hips as he swept them over my skin.

My breathing caught for a whole different reason.

Bas's touch wasn't just gentle; it was familiar and comforting. The kind of unconscious affection you shared with a lover, not someone you were hate fucking.

It was like when he'd washed my hair for me. That hadn't been a sexual experience, but the care and consideration he'd taken with me had gone beyond just returning the favor.

I wasn't used to being touched like that. Usually I was the one taking care of everyone else. The one people relied on to step up and do whatever needed to be done.

It felt way too good to just give that power over to Bas and let him take care of me.

"Just a little more," he murmured, still stroking my skin with his thumbs. "There. That's all of me."

"Christ," I muttered, breathing deep as I adjusted to his size.

"Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"

"Not hurting. Just huge." I shifted positions, spreading my legs a bit more and angling my hips so he hit exactly where I needed him to. "Oh yeah. There."

He chuckled and slowly pulled out of me. "Right here?"

He pushed back in, gliding over my prostate and lighting me up from the inside.

"Jesus." I pushed up on my arms and held on.

"I thought that was your name?" he teased as he fucked me nice and slow, keeping that perfect angle.

"You're enjoying this way too much," I accused, closing my eyes against the onslaught of sensations hitting in rapid succession.

"Maybe." He chuckled again, the sound low and warm.

I pushed back against him, trying to force him to go faster.

He took the hint and slung into me, using his grip to pull me back to meet his thrusts.

The crackling of the fire mixed with the sounds of our cries and the slap of skin as he fucked me hard and fast, hitting exactly where I needed him to.

"You like that?" he asked, his voice gruff.

"Yeah," I said with a gasp, not caring that I was letting him see just how much he was affecting me. How much I loved feeling him behind me, in me.

"How about now?" He let go of one hip and reached around me to grasp my dick. "You ready to come for me?"

"Not yet." I steeled myself as he stroked me in time with his thrusts.

Everything about the moment felt incredible, but I wasn't about to let him win that easily.

"No?" He blanketed me with his body. The weight of him against my back only amplified the pleasure coursing through me. "How about now?" He snapped his hips, driving into me hard and fast.

"Nope." I almost sounded normal and not at all like I was on the brink of losing it and coming all over his couch.

"Do you remember that day outside when I kissed you?" he rasped in my ear, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin and sending tingles exploding through my body.

"Cheater." I shivered under him. "You know my ears are my hotspot."

"I know." He kissed just under my lobe. "But I was talking about when we were fighting. Do you remember that?"

"Kinda hard to forget it."

"Remember when I said this was how I'd fuck you? How I'd take you from behind and make you whimper?" He closed his mouth over my neck and sucked hard.

I tilted my head to give him better access. "I remember."

He released my neck. "God, you look so hot with my marks. One day I want to fuck you with my handprints on your ass. See them bounce and jiggle, watch your skin turn red. Would you let me do that to you, Jess?"

"Yeah." I didn't care how far gone I sounded. "As long as you let me do it to you."

"Deal." He shifted his hips and stabbed my prostate with his cockhead.

"Fuck!" I cried out and arched back into him.

I was getting close, but I wasn't ready for it to be over.

I wanted my prize.

Reaching behind me, I hooked my hand over the back of his neck. "Are you going to let me drive for a bit?"

"Sure, if you want." He stopped moving. "It's not going to help you win."

"We'll see." I punched my hips forward, forcing his dick to fall out of me.

"What the?—"

Using a few of the tricks I'd learned from years of grappling with my brothers, I wrapped my other arm around his waist. The angle made my shoulder twinge as it was twisted beyond its natural stretch point, but I ignored it.

Before Bas could try to break free or question what I was doing, I threw our combined weight to the side and gave him a little shoulder check to help his momentum as I let go.

He tumbled to the couch with a surprised cry, landing on the cushions and sinking into them on his back.

Not giving him a chance to recover, I twisted around and fell on him, using my body weight to pin him down.

"Jesus Christ." He gaped at me, his chest heaving and his eyes bright with arousal and something that looked suspiciously like awe.

"Using my government name now?" I grabbed his forearms and slid my hands down to his wrists, gripping them just tight enough he could pull free if he wanted.

He huffed out a laugh. "That was fucking hot. Coulda been a real mood killer if you miscalculated, though."

I jammed my knee between his and forced his legs apart. "Worth the risk to get you under me."

His eyes widened with shock, but not fear, as I fit my hips between his thighs and rubbed our dicks together.

The slick slide of his length against mine, aided by our precum, was so hot, but having him at my mercy like this was everything.

He flexed his hands like he was gearing up to try and break free of my grip, but I dragged my cock over his again to distract him.

It worked.

He let out a strangled gasp and arched into me, letting his arms go limp. I shifted so I held both of his wrists with one hand and slid the other down his body.

"You know I can get out of this, right?" He arched one eyebrow, his confident leer back on his lips.

"I know." Wrapping my hand around both our cocks, I squeezed. "But you won't."

"I won't?" His teasing question was ruined by the way his eyes rolled back and his cheeks flushed pink in the firelight.

"Nope." Rather than stroke us, I held tight and slid my cock through my fist, dragging it against his.

"You sure about that?" He fisted his hands, his arms tensing.

"Yup." I held his wrists tighter and fucked my fist the way I wanted to fuck him. I had no doubt he could easily break free from my hold, but I loved that he wasn't trying.

"And why's that?" He spread his legs wider, allowing me to settle more firmly on him.

"Because you like it." I couldn't stop my smirk. "This is exactly how I said I'd take you that day." Speeding up my hips, I pushed through my fist faster, using our precum as lube. "Spread you out and make you beg before I made you scream. Make sure you knew who was getting you off."

His mouth fell open as he stared up at me.

"You look so hot like this." I traced my gaze over his pleasure-slack face, then down his incredible body, pausing to drink in the sight of our dicks in my hand.

Deliberately, I let go of his shaft and ran my cockhead against it in slow, teasing glides.

He let out a little whimper of pleasure that made my balls tighten and my cock throb. "You like being under me, Bas?"

His breathing hitched and his pupils dilated.

"Yeah, you do." Letting go of my dick, I ran my finger down the underside of his shaft until I found his piercing.

He moaned, the sound throaty and unrestrained.

"But I wouldn't take you fast." I let out a little chuckle to cover up how on edge I was. "Nope. I'd take my time getting you ready. You know why?"

"Why?" he rasped.

"Because watching you squirm is just as hot as watching you lose your shit."

His eyes narrowed.

A genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest. "Glare at me all you want, but you can't tell me you don't feel the same."

"Maybe," he conceded, his voice breathy. "So, are you gonna rub off on me until you lose?"

"Nope." Letting go of his wrists, I braced against the couch and shifted so my thighs caged his hips and I straddled him.

"Oh shit," he muttered, not moving his arms from where I'd pinned them.

Reaching behind me, I gripped his cock and fit it between my cheeks. "I'm going to ride you until your eyes roll back and you come inside me."