I grab a condom, tearing it open and rolling it onto my aching length. More lube follows, coating my cock liberally. I knee-walk onto the bed, positioning myself behind him. I run a hand down his spine, feeling the muscles shift beneath my palm.
“You’re sure?” I ask, one last check.
“Yes,” Jacob says without hesitation. “Please, Riley.”
I line up with his entrance, pressing the head of my cock against him. The pressure increases as I push forward, the tight ring of muscle resisting briefly before giving way. We both groan as the head breaches him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I gasp, forcing myself to pause, to give him time to adjust.
Jacob presses back, taking me deeper. “More,” he demands. “Give me all of it.”
I grip his hips, holding him steady as I push in slowly, inch by inch, until I’m fully seated inside him. The heat and pressure around my cock is delicious. I freeze, breathing hard, teetering on the edge of control.
“Move,” Jacob urges, trying to thrust back against me. “Fuck me, Riley. Please.”
I start with shallow thrusts, giving him time to adjust to the intrusion. But Jacob’s impatience is palpable—he pushes backhard, taking me deeper than I intended, a harsh cry escaping him.
“Careful,” I warn, gripping his hips tighter. “Let me set the pace.”
“Then fucking move,” he growls. “I won’t break.”
Something snaps in me at his defiance. I pull back almost completely, then slam forward with one hard thrust. Jacob cries out, his arms nearly buckling.
“That what you want?” I ask, repeating the motion. “You want it hard?”
“Yes,” he gasps. “Just like that.”
I establish a rhythm, deep and steady, each thrust pulling sounds from Jacob I never imagined hearing. The power I feel is intoxicating—this massive, feared fighter coming undone beneath me, taking my cock like he was made for it.
“What would they think?” I ask, leaning over his back to speak directly into his ear, never stopping my rhythm. “All those people downstairs. If they heard you begging me to fuck you. If they saw you like this, taking my cock so eagerly.”
“Don’t care,” Jacob pants. “Let them hear. Let them know how good you make me feel.”
His words push me dangerously close to the edge. “You have no idea what you do to me,” I confess, my control slipping. “I’ve never—fuck—I’ve never lost control like this. With anyone.”
“Good. I want you to lose control with me. Only me.”
I curse under my breath, my hips snapping forward harder, giving him exactly what he’s asking for. His moans grow louderwith each thrust, his body tensing as he reaches between his legs to stroke himself.
“No,” I growl, batting his hand away. I pull out completely, ignoring his sound of protest. “Turn over. I want to see your face when you come.”
Jacob complies immediately, rolling onto his back, legs spread wide. He grabs behind his knees, pulling them toward his chest, exposing himself completely. The sight knocks the breath from my lungs—Jacob Mancini offering himself to me with such trust and vulnerability.
I position myself at his entrance again, pushing inside more easily this time. The angle is different, deeper, and I establish a gentler rhythm, wanting to draw this out. But Jacob is impatient, his hips rising to meet each thrust, urging me faster, harder. His cock lies untouched against his stomach, leaking, the head flushed dark with need.
“You’re close,” I observe, feeling his body tighten around me. “Going to come just from my cock?”
“Yes,” he moans. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I increase my pace, angling my hips to hit his prostate with each thrust. Jacob’s eyes go wide, his mouth falling open on a silent cry. Then his cock pulses, shooting white streaks across his chest, some landing as high as his face. His ass clenches around me in powerful waves as he comes and comes.
The sight of him, combined with the incredible pressure around my cock, pushes me over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me with an intensity I’ve never experienced before, my vision blurring at the edges as I pump into him, filling the condom. I cry out his name, my body jerking with aftershocks as the pleasure crests and recedes.
Finally, I collapse onto him, my face buried in his neck, both of us breathing hard. My lips find his skin, pressing kisses along his collarbone, his throat, murmuring words I barely register.
Beautiful.
Perfect.