16. Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Max

J ake moaned softly, a shiver running through him as he thrust into my grip. "Please."

"Lube?"

"Top drawer."

I hurried to his dresser and rummaged around the top drawer before I found his lube hidden in with his socks and boxers. I grinned as I slid the drawer shut and made my way back to Jake. I poured the cool, slippery lube on one hand and slicked up my aching cock, the glide of it drawing tension in my groin, before moving my hand to Jake's ass. He squirmed and rocked down onto my fingers as I did, his hole soft and pliant and ready for me, his skin warm under my fingers as I prepared him. His body arched and moved against me, seeking more, eager for what I was about to give him. Slowly, I made sure he was fully ready before I snapped the bottle closed and set it aside.

On my knees between Jake's muscular thighs, I lined up with his hole and teased the entrance with the head of my cock, full and heavy in my hand. I dropped my voice to a whisper. "Ready?"

He tensed under my grip, my fingers tracing over his skin, heat radiating off of him. Jake nodded fervently and with one gentle motion, I eased the tip inside him, letting out a soft moan as I did. He was so slick and ready, but the intense heat of his body, the grip of his ass around my cock, nearly sent me careening over the edge just then.

Jake groaned, his face flush with desire, nipples hardening as I pushed into his body, pupils blown wide with desire. I lowered myself to him, resting our chests together as I continued to ease inside, pressing a hot kiss to his mouth. He parted his lips and our tongues moved together as I bottomed out, the flat of my pelvis hitting the swell of his ass as I hiked his knee up on one side, allowing me to get just the right angle. I stilled for a long moment, allowing him to adjust to the intrusion, waiting for his cue.

After a few seconds, Jake let out a long, slow breath and nodded. "Now."

The second he made his request, I pulled out and thrust back in again, pushing deep inside him. The flush spread along Jake's neck and chest, and he dropped his mouth open in a moan, his voice deep with desire. I continued to move in and out, slowly at first before picking up pace. With each thrust, the heat and tightness of his body enveloped me as we moved together, relentless, both chasing pleasure. He held the back of his thigh with one hand, keeping his knee hitched up so that I could continue to get him at just the right angle, but his free hand gripped my back, fingers digging into the muscle.

I took my time, not wanting to rush either of us to the edge. Jake dropped his head back, eyes closed in abandon as I moved in and out of his body. It was all I could do not to stop everything and drag my teeth along his throat, sucking bruises into his neck, but I had a far more important focus—taking Jake apart, piece by piece. The tension and electricity built in the pit of my stomach and in my balls, my cock surrounded by Jake's incredible tightness, and I could feel myself begin to unravel and lose control.

His tight breathing and increasingly desperate moaning let me know Jake wasn't far behind. I dipped down to kiss him quickly before pulling back. "Touch yourself. I want to watch you come."

Jake's eyes flew open as he groaned and nodded, releasing his thigh and reaching for his cock between us. It was coated in precum and sweat, and he stroked himself easily. Without stopping my thrusting, I watched, greedy, hungry to see, as he twisted and flicked his wrist, squeezing the head on each upstroke. As he inched closer to the edge, he looked up at me.

"I'm close," he said, voice strangled and desperate.

I smiled softly and shook my head. "Just another minute."

His stroking slowed and he nodded, a whimper slipping from his throat.

I focused on taking long, slow breaths, holding back as long as I could. I wanted us to come together, but I wanted it to last. Drawing it out a little made it all the more delicious.

"Please." His plea was soaked with desperation, with need.

I nodded. "Let me see you come." With that, I set a punishing rhythm, fucking into him deeply, shaking the bed with every snap of my hips.

Jake's hand moved furiously as he gripped himself tightly. His face drew tight, beads of sweat along his brow, causing my own orgasm to inch closer. A moment later, he came, crying out as he did. Long, thick strands of cum pulsed from his cock, hitting stomach and chest, and he dropped his hand from my back to the mattress, gripping the sheet in his fist. The way his ass tightened and clenched around me made me feral with need, and I continued plowing into him until I couldn't hold back another second. My orgasm tore through my body and I pounded his ass as my cock swelled and erupted inside him, draining me.

"Fuuuuuuck," I hissed as the last vestiges of my orgasm subsided and I stilled.

Jake nodded, his skin still flush, his hair tousled, his hand coated in cum. "Agreed."

After that, we fell silent except for our heavy breathing.

As much as I wanted to stay buried in him forever, I also had the undeniable need to collapse into bed next to him. I pulled my cock out slowly and he groaned softly, sheets rustling as I lay next to him. His skin still warm to the touch, Jake pulled me close, wrapping one of his strong arms around my shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I traced his tattoos with my fingertip and he smiled as I did, letting his eyelids flutter closed.

We were silent for a few moments before he took a deep breath. "You okay?"

I nodded and laughed, looking up at him. "Other than in desperate need of a cleanup, I'm great." I hesitated for a second. "Why?"

"Just checking."

I pulled back a little, smirking. "Shouldn't I be checking on you? I'm the one who just destroyed your ass."

He squirmed a little and grinned. "Yes, you did. But, you know, campsite rule and all."

I frowned and squinted at him. "Campsite rule?"

"Leave the campsite in better shape than you found it. Wanted to make sure we're still…" He shrugged one shoulder. "What are we?"

Biting my lower lip, I closed my eyes. What were we? What did I want? Just say it. "I really like you, Jake." When I opened my eyes again, he wore a sad expression, his normally sharp eyes soft, a small frown on his face.

"But?"

I shook my head. "But nothing. That's the end of the sentence." When he didn't answer right away, my stomach soured. I'd probably overstepped. In a panic, I pulled away and swung my legs over the edge of the mattress on my way to get out of bed.

"Wait," he said, grabbing my arm. "Where are you going?"

I looked back at him. "I should probably get back. I'm sure Sterling is wondering where I disappeared to. Besides, I'm sure you don't want me hanging around here."

He shook his head, a confused frown on his face. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's fine," I continued. "You don't have to placate me. If you want your privacy, I'll leave you to it. You probably want your bed to yourself, and I have a perfectly good bed at home."

"What are you talking about? I don't… none of that is true. I mean, maybe you do have a perfectly good bed at home, but the rest isn't… that's not what I want."

"You don't?"

"No. God, I—" He took a breath. "Look, don't tell the guys, because I'll lose my credibility as a hard-ass, but… I like you too. I don't want you to go anywhere. I'd like to see where this goes."

"Yeah?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

I gave him a soft smile and nodded. "Me too." After a moment, I moved to kiss him before realizing that we were both still covered in lube and cum and whatever else. "Hold that thought. Where do you keep the washcloths?"

Jake laughed and gestured to the bathroom. "Cabinet under the sink."

A few minutes later, we were both clean and Jake was holding me close to him once again. We kissed, slow and sensual, making out like we had all the time in the world. After a long while, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day was Saturday and when we woke, still holding each other, it was because of the sun streaming through Jake's window, making the room too bright for sleep. I slipped out of bed and headed to Jake's bathroom to relieve myself and rummage around for a spare toothbrush. I was relieved to find one under the sink, still in the package, and brushed my teeth before returning to bed, where I found Jake sitting up and scrolling on his phone.

He slid out of bed, smiling widely. "My turn."

When Jake returned a few minutes later, I found myself watching him curiously. He went about his business getting dressed, and as he pulled a gray T-shirt over his head, he turned to me.

"I have plans for today."

"Oh." I scrambled out of bed, nodding. "I'm sorry, I'll just—"

Jake held up a hand. "No, don't start that again. I want you to come with me, if you want. We can go as friends or… I don't know, I can introduce you as my boyfriend if that feels right to you." His face reddened, muted by his stubble.

"Boyfriend, huh? Yeah, that sounds good." I slipped on my jeans from the previous night, trying hard not to think about the fact that I'd be leaving in just over a week, if things kept on schedule. We'd figure it out. I was sure we would. Probably. "Where are we going?"

"To meet my parents."