Page 365 of Double or Nothing

“Don’t come yet,” he says, when I start to speed up, the pressure becoming unbearable. “Get up here and give me some in return.”

He shunts to demonstrate, and I move, not giving a toss for lube as I switch from giver to receiver and straddle him.

He holds his cock upright for me, the head already glistening as I lower myself. My own ass is unprepared, but that doesn’t matter. The head of his dick pops in and I let gravity do the work, taking a seat until it’s Jack balls deep instead of me.

I rise up and down as my ass burns, and he works my filthy cock in his hand as he stares up at me.

“That’s so fucking hot, BT. You drive me crazy.”

I ride on Jack’s dick until his balls start tensing, the oncoming pump of action showing on his face, and then I stop. I kiss him as I dismount, smiling against his curses. I hitch his legs back up and go straight in for another round on his ass.

And so it sets the tone.

Back and forth.

Fucking his ass, then riding his dick, both of us building to the crescendo before changing roles. And it’s me controlling it. Me who gets to decide.

I love being in the driving seat. The director of our filthy scene.

I’m the one with cock in my ass when the first climax hits, Jack spurting his load deep and hard as I bounce on him. My ass is slick and dripping when I get straight off and switch positions, his filthy dick still pulsing with cum as I drive myself back into his asshole.

Now it’s my turn.

I fuck him with no restraint, pounding him with every fucking thrust, until it’s me who’s cresting. My cock unloading into his gorgeous asshole.

He groans as he takes it, and I curse as I give it to him, yes, yes, yes. It feels so fucking good to be milked so dry.

I collapse onto him with ragged breaths in the aftermath, my dick still buried inside him.

More kisses. Soft then hard. Jack’s hands are in my hair as his legs wrap around my waist and cage me in position, like he never wants to let me go.

Good job, since I’m not planning on going anywhere.

I no longer have anywhere else to go to. My life changed direction this afternoon, and he’s the only anchor. The gatepost on the life ahead. I may not know where the route will be taking me, but I know I want him at my side.

Both him and Alice Rose Parker.

My God, how I wish she was here too.

“My go at the wheel,” Jack says when we’ve recovered, dicks raging fresh for another round. “On all fours please, Someone,” he laughs.

I do as I’m told, getting in position on all fours, staring up at the Esme Calder painting as Jack gives me a slap on the ass.

“You are quite a someone, you know.” He eases his cock back into my ass, still slicked up with his cum. “Who’d have ever thought I’d have met such a someone on a random night seeking out dick at the Kilby Club.”

I groan as his cock shoves its way in deeper. He’s so big from this angle, it hurts.

He’s my someone, just as I’m his. Each other’s someone appearing from nowhere and setting our worlds alight.

And we have another someone. Someone who should be here with us.

Her missing presence stabs home hard as I stare up at the beautiful gold foiling on another artist’s work. I slam back against Jack’s cock, picturing her here with us, where she should be. All of the nights we spent together, insatiable in this bed. Her gorgeous pussy missing from our duo of cocks. Her pretty mouth missing from our kisses. Her smile missing from the apartment, even at the height of our passion.

Jack nips at my shoulder as he fucks me, playful but brutal. His essence is everything it ever was and more. I spread my knees wider on the bed and beg him for harder. Deeper.

I want his thrusts to consume me, overcome me and overpower my mind.

When he unloads the second time around, I’m gritting my teeth, groaning as I take the strain. His curses are electric. Burning in the air.