Page 39 of Bonus Game
He released Allen’s hand to gather the lace, bunching it in his fist as he kissed along the ridges of Allen’s spine. The fabric brushed against his knuckles, and he let his thumb dip lower, circling Allen’s stretched rim where his cock was buried deep.
“Feels so good,” Allen mumbled, voice thick with sleep and arousal, pushing back to meet Jake’s next thrust.
Jake hummed in agreement, lips touching Allen’s shoulder before he straightened slightly, pulling Allen’s hips flush against him. He moved the panties aside further to watch himself disappear into Allen’s body, the sight making him moan louder this time.
“Fuck, the way you moan is so hot,” Allen gasped. “I swear, your voice gets me off more than your cock does.”
Jake thought it was funny how all the girls he’d been with seemed to hate it when he got vocal, and here Allen was getting off to it.
They moved like that for what felt like hours—Jake’s mouth never leaving Allen’s back, peppering it with kisses that grew wetter and more insistent as Allen started to beg in soft, breathy pleas.
Jake obliged because he was a good boyfriend, grinding in deep circles now, his hand slipping around to palm Allen’s cock through the lace front. The material was stretched over Allen’s length, damp with precum, and Jake knew they would be ruined after this, but now he had every excuse to buy more.
He stroked Allen’s dick over the lace, chuckling when Allen moaned and bucked into Jake’s next thrust.
“Oh, fuck you,” Allen growled. “I can’t believe I like how it feels. I hate you for this.”
Jake didn’t take his words seriously because he was too busy focusing on stroking Allen in time with his thrusts to stop him from talking.
Allen’s moans swiftly filled the room, muffled into the pillow, his body trembling as Jake’s kisses turned to sucks along his shoulder, leaving faint marks. The slow build had them both sweating, skin sliding slickly, and Jake’s balls drew up tight as he fought to hold back.
He released Allen’s cock to yank the panties down just enough to free it, then wrapped his hand around the bare shaft, pumping faster. “Come for me,” Jake murmured against Allen's ear.
Allen arched with a cry, cum spilling over Jake's fingers in hot spurts, and his ass clamped down hard enough to pull another loud moan from Jake’s throat. “Ohgod, Jake. Are you trying to kill me?”
Jake was too far gone to hear the question because the sensation of tight heat around his cock had dragged him over the edge, too. He spilled deep inside Allen’s body, burying his face in Allen’s hair as his hips jerked erratically through the aftershocks.
Then they collapsed together, Jake still half-inside with his arms wrapped around Allen's waist. He kissed the back of Allen’s neck one last time, fingers idly tracing the rumpled lace now tangled around Allen’s thighs.
“Good morning,” he said softly, smiling as Allen turned in his arms, sated and glowing.
“That’s a fucking word for it,” Allen grumbled, but he smiled and leaned up to kiss Jake’s chin. “Have you been...going all night?”
Jake was about to boast about his accomplishment when Allen winced, and panic seized him. “Are you okay?
He didn’t wait for the answer. Hecarefullypulled out and jumped from the bed, hurrying to the bathroom to fill the tub and get a cloth. Jake was back before Allen had a chance to think of moving, and he wiped up the cum as best as he could and untangled the lace from his legs.
“I’m fine,” Allen said when Jake returned from disposing of the dirty clothes in the hamper. “I feel well-used and exhausted, but I love it. I’m not in pain. I’m just sore.”
Jake frowned, unconvinced. “Sore is a type of pain,” he said.
Allen rolled his eyes, like Jake was somehow the one being ridiculous. “You’re not listening to me, Valero. I said Ilovedit.”
Nope. That wasn’t going to cut it for Jake. He needed to get his boyfriend cleaned up and soaking in a warm bath before his panic pushed him into one of his episodes.
Thankfully, Allen had no complaints as he was lifted from the bed and carried into the bathroom. He endured Jake fawning over him while he washed the rest of his body and shampooed his hair, laughing quietly at the serious faces he was making.
Once they were both washed, dressed, and he had Allen wrapped in blankets, Jake carried him to the living room and set him down on the couch.
“I’ll make breakfast,” Jake told him. “You stay here. Don’t move.”
Allen grabbed Jake’s shirt before he could walk away, pulling him close enough that their noses brushed. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he said quietly. “The sex was amazing, and you were good to me. So please, stop worrying about my achesand accept my praise, because there aren’t a lot of guys who I would let fuck me all night and then dress me in panties.”
Jake raised an eyebrow. “Not a lot of guys?”
Allen scowled and tightened his grip on Jake’s shirt. “Okay, you nosy bastard, there arenoguys I would have done that for. You happy?”
Jake was, and the smile on his face proved it.
