Page 24 of Jon’s Desert Prince Dream

I eventually shifted farther down. His cock was rigid, as if every drop of blood he had resided there. I kissed the tip, only to tease, and he swore at me even as his hands knotted the sheets. I had no intention of deepthroating him yet—in a while I would—as I had something else in mind here. I kept my ears trained on him as I lowered my head even more, using my hands to lift his hips up a little, finding an angle that didn’t crane my neck. He cooperated fully, letting me do as I wished, and I had to admit that was insanely pleasing to me, that he trusted me so much. It went directly to my head and fed my ego.

Using my tongue, I drew one of his balls into my mouth and lightly sucked on it. Jon damn near came off the bed, sobbing with pleasure, his cry nearly deafening me. I repeated the caress with the other ball, and Jon twisted in my hands, his harsh breaths and panting telling me he loved what I was doing even while I sent him dangerously near the edge.

A bit of evil snuck into my good intentions, and when I let his ball pull free, I deliberately licked my way to his taint, then blew air against it. Jon’s legs clamped around my ears, his back arching off the bed entirely, then he flopped, his eyes wild with pleasure and fixed on me. He seemed lost for words, and I kept my eyes on his for as long as I could before lifting his hips even more and matter-of-factly sliding my tongue straight into his hole.

Jon panted as if he’d just run a marathon. I felt one hand grasp my head, keeping me there, and I was happy to stay for a while and fuck him with my tongue. He opened beautifully, even as his breaths became more like sobs of pleasure.

“Don-Donovan. Mercy” he managed, the words garbled to the point of incomprehensibility. “Mercy!”

I’d probably teased him enough. Maybe? I was enjoying myself so I tongue-fucked him twice more before finally pulling back.

I abruptly realized I’d forgotten to grab the oil from the bedside table. Swearing mentally, I let Jon down easy and then knee shuffled twice before leaning over and snagging it. Phew, all right, crisis averted. I knee shuffled back and found Jon hadn’t even twitched, although he’d put a hand to his own cock, stroking it for some kind of relief.

“Naughty,” I chastised him, seizing his hand and putting it farther up on the bed, caging it there with one of mine.

Jon grinned at me, cheeks flushed, hair a wild tangle around his head already. “You left me.”

“For two seconds.” I resumed my earlier position, his thighs propped up on either side of mine, and coated my fingers with oil before slipping one into the loosened ring of muscle. I kept my eyes on his face to make sure this was fine.

His eyes fluttered close, a look of bliss crossing his face. Oh, he liked this, very much. This time when I slid my finger in, I crooked it a little. His legs clamped around me, a startled huff erupting from his mouth.

A second finger joined the first and his pants grew louder, expression growing increasingly desperate. I could see no pain on his face, just an eagerness, an intense need. A third finger, as I was not a small man by any means, and I was loath to hurt him. That said, my own desire made clear demands that enough was enough, my cock painfully hard and weeping.

Jon lay quivering and apparently past words as he abruptly lifted both hands to seize my arm, pulling me towards him in a silent plea to just please fuck me already.

A wish I was ready to grant.

I coated my shaft with more oil before stoppering the bottle and tossing it to the side. My tip had barely breached him when he let out an obscene moan of such intense satisfaction, it was almost my undoing. A helpless shudder ran through Jon as I pushed steadily into him, and the hands on my arms shifted to my shoulders, then under my arms, pulling me closer; a silent encouragement. His legs lifted to wrap around my hips, and I didn’t stop pressing in until I was fully seated.

Gods he felt amazing, the sensation of being inside him indescribable. It felt more like a homecoming than penetration. Jon’s body welcomed me as if he’d been waiting his entire life for this very moment. We both grunted a little at the feeling, Jon clinging, trying to somehow merge us into one being. I folded in, encompassing him entirely, but my body craved movement like nothing else. I kept just enough space between us to move my hips, drawing out, then pushing in. In three thrusts, I found a rhythm, picking up the pace. Jon’s heels pressed against my back, drawing me in as tightly as he could with each thrust.

My forehead rested against his shoulder as I fucked him, my own breaths loud and mixed with cries of pleasure. This felt too good, almost insanely good. Jon’s aborted grunt-cries were music against my ear, telling me without words that he was right there with me. I think the angle was just right as he shivered with each thrust, as if I’d nailed his prostate.

Time became meaningless. All I wanted was to suspend this moment, to be as close to this man as I possibly could be. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure of sex itself, it was knowing I’d be his.

And he’d be mine.

There was nothing in the world I wanted more than that.

The pleasure proved too much for Jon. He writhed, begged, sobbed, then lifted his head up and bit me on the shoulder, which surprised the hell out of me. It ran counterpoint to the intense pleasure riding through my system, a trace of pain that threw me into a tizzy, and I abruptly came harder than I ever had in my life. I screamed his name as I came, my hips jerking into him in a rough way before slamming home. The fire in my body coalesced into melting magma, pouring into this man who I loved more than anything.

Jon held me hard, his arms leaving no room for even air to come between us, and I felt it as he also came, coating us both with hot seed.

I might have lost consciousness for a moment, as my vision swam with stars and darkness, and I was practically collapsed over him. Finding energy from somewhere, I managed to lift my head and found Jon was utterly boneless, sprawled out under me, panting for breath.

“All right?”

He cracked open an eye and it took two tries, his mouth moving without sound, before he managed: “Next time you’re going to turn my world upside down, warn me first.”

I chuckled a little. “I do my best.”

“You’re trying to ruin me for other men.”

“You can’t possibly read that in my lines!”

He looked at me, eyebrow arched, his expression silently challenging. Wanna bet?

Dammit, he was right. I really wouldn’t be able to keep secrets from him. Well, this wasn’t one I wanted to keep anyway. I was just surprised he’d somehow read that from me. “What if I am? I don’t want you lusting after some other man, so I’d best satisfy you.”