He slid his hands between us and quickly got my jeans unfastened, baring my cock. When he wrapped a hand around it, I hissed against his lips. He worked me slowly, his grip tight, almost painful, but I arched into it anyway. I wanted whatever he had to give.
I whimpered when he let go. “Wet my hand,” he demanded, bringing it to my mouth.
I licked his palm and sucked his fingers. He pushed them into my mouth, and I sputtered around them as they stretched my lips, but I made sure I had them nice and slick. Spit was running down his hand by the time he’d freed himself from his pants with his other hand.
“Enough.” He pulled his hand away and wrapped it around both our shafts. I groaned at the sensation of his cock trapped against mine.
He slid his free hand into my hair and pulled my head to the side, baring my neck to him.
I sank my teeth into my lip to stifle a cry as he bit my neck at the same time he tightened his grip around us. I was whining and begging—I’m not even sure for what—as he sucked at the bite then licked it over and over. “Need to mark you. Need everyone to know you belong to me.”
“Yes. I… Please.”
“You’re close already, aren’t you?”
I nodded, and he loosened his grip and slowed his strokes.
“No. Can’t—” I worked my hips trying my best to get more. I needed to come, I needed to show him how hot he made me, how much I wanted to be his.
“You’re so fucking perfect for me.” He gripped my ass, holding me tight. “I want to spend all day working you up, playing with you, making you wait, but watching you on that horse and hearing you ask me to claim you, take you, makes me insane. I can’t wait anymore. Not now.”
“Don’t. Please don’t stop.” His hand was still around our cocks, but he wasn’t moving it at all.
I put my hand over his. “Move. I… You’re making me crazy. I need you to make me come.”
“Hands over your head.”
I obeyed instantly, and he gave me a wicked smile. “That’s a good boy.”
I started to protest, but he shook his head as he captured both my wrists in one hand and started stroking us again.
“Give in to me, to what you need. I’ll hold you. I’ll take care of you.”
“Fuck. Oh fuck, Grant. This is…”
“Hush. Just feel.”
It was too much. His cock was so hard against mine, the skin stretched so tight. Precum dripped from both our slits, easing his fast, rough strokes. I was so close, so—
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
I gasped as my orgasm hit me so hard I would have slid to the floor if Grant hadn’t been holding me up.
He came immediately after me, and the feel of his spasming cock made me jerk once more, giving one last spurt of cum.
I stared down at our joined cocks, his hand, and the sticky mess we’d made and couldn’t help but smile.
Grant brought his hand to my mouth again. “Clean it off.”
I took hold of his wrist and went to work. My cock twitched as I licked our combined cum from his fingers. I knew it wasn’t likely, but I wondered if he could make me come again. Would he try if I begged?
Grant stepped back, but he kept a hand on my hip. “Come on, baby, let’s take a ride.”
I stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “How am I supposed to ride after that? The world is still spinning.”
“You’re going to have to learn to recover faster because if you keep being so damn irresistible, this is going to happen a lot.”
“I like that you can’t keep your hands off me.”