“Have me,” he whispered. His belly filled with fire, and he shot hard enough to make him dizzy.
“Pretty baby…” Jack’s touch gentled, but it didn’t disappear, and the aftershocks didn’t let up. It was like being caught in a tornado, like he could barely catch his breath.
He shivered reflexively and lifted up a little, trying to escape the intensity of the touch. Jack’s fucking patience was going to drive him insane.
“Breathe through it, darlin’. Ride it out. I got you, and I won’t let you down.” Jack caught his gaze, and fuck, he seemed like he meant it.
He nodded, suddenly finding a real breath as he held that gaze and let it steady him. Another breath, and he was able to relax and let out a soft moan. “Fuck, cowboy.”
“Yes, sir. That is the idea.” Jack pulled back and added more slick to his fingers, easing three in this time, and he could barely breathe again.
It wasn’t what he wanted either—it wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted Jack inside him, the full length of that thick cock. Unable to get the words out, he grunted in frustration, fingers going after one of Jack’s ruddy nipples.
“Pushy, pushy.” That gasp and grin proved that he was on the right track, so he kept right on going. He pinched and tugged firmly on one, and then the other, loving how it made Jack squirm just a little—a tiny crack in the armor.
Jack pushed in, a little harder, a little more firmly, and he almost lost his focus, but not quite. Not fucking yet.
He slid his hand back and circled it around Jack’s prick, stroking firmly, teasing the head with his thumb on each pass. “Even you can’t hold out all day,” he whispered roughly, slicking his thumb with the liquid at the tip of Jack’s cock.
“Not gonna. I need in your—” Jack bared his teeth. “Sweet fucking ass.”
He bore down on Jack’s fingers and moaned. “Want you.”
“Then ride me. I’m ready to watch you come on my cock. More than ready.” Jack handed him the condom.
“Lazy bastard. Making me do all the work.” He knew better, Jack was the least passive lover he’d ever had, but he liked to taunt. He shifted and grinned as he smoothed the condom on.
“Yep. I’m getting old, lazy, soft.” Jack waggled his eyebrows at him, teasing him mercilessly.
He reached back and shoved at Jack’s wrist, forcing those fingers away, and replaced them quickly with the head of Jack’s decidedly not-soft prick. “Never soft. Literally almost never.” He sank down easy, eyes rolling with the sweet stretch and burn.
“Fuck yes…” Jack’s expression went blissful, but those eyes never once left his. So pretty. So fine.
He sighed as Jack slid deeper, filling him in the best way. Everything was right in his little fucking world. He stared back, willing Jack to see it. To understand. “So good. Fuck.”
Jack nodded, hands landing on his hips, the pressure as tight as iron bands. “You are perfect.”
He didn’t like to admit to himself how much he craved that praise from Jack. He swallowed hard as his ass met Jack’s hips. Jack held him there for a long few seconds, both of them breathing together, and all he could do was breathe and wait for Jack to shift him.
When it happened, his eyes rolled back in his head, and time stopped until Jack slammed back up into him. And that was that. He was Jack’s.
Hudson gripped Jack’s hands, holding on as Jack took everything he wanted, exactly how he wanted it. It was fucking perfect.
He gulped for breath when he could, exhaling with grunts and groans in a haze of sensation, loving how Jack filled him over and over.
Jack moved him and dragged him down, sweat beginning to make his lover shine.
“Yeah. So good. Give me more, cowboy.” He tightened up when he could, giving Jack a little resistance, making them both moan. Jack responded by nailing that hot spot and sending bolts of electricity up his spine. “Fuck…”
“Oh, right there, hmm? I like that sound.” Jack’s grin was pure wickedness, pure sex as he repeated the move.
“Smug asshole.” That was a term of endearment at this point. His eyes crossed, and he cried out as Jack did it again. He’d be damned if he was taking this trip alone again, though, so he clenched hard, making Jack work for it the next time.
“Uhn…” Jack’s shoulders rolled up, lifting up off the mattress. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Uh-huh.” Everything was lit up. He was going to lose his mind. He reached for a nipple again, fingers fumbling across Jack’s chest, and gave it a twist when he finally found it. “Show me, Jack.”
“Everything. Every fucking thing I got.” Jack spun them, the fucking becoming a desperate rutting.