Page 66 of Constantly Cotton
Finally, after an eternity, he was all the way in, and Jason’s entire body gave a terrific shudder.
“Yes,” he begged, almost tearfully. “Oh, angel, I need this. I need this. Please…. I need this.”
Cotton took his mouth first, kissing gently, and then as Jason returned the kiss with more power, and more, Cotton began to move.
He kept his thrusts smooth and even at first, a strong power fuck, but Jason didn’t let him stay in control that long.
He begged so sweetly.
Stronger, harder, hips rocketing, thrusts growing uneven. A shudder rocked Jason, and his ass clenched down hard on Cotton, making his vision explode in white light. His own urgency, want, almost consumed him then, and he realized how much he’d been holding back, trying to possess Jason with everything he had.
But that one moment, shocks of pleasure sizzling along his nerve endings, told him he couldn’t do this alone. He couldn’t just fuck the man he loved into submission. He had to be subsumed himself.
So he closed his eyes and let it happen. Let the pleasure override his caution, his synapses, let his thrusts grow frenzied, harder, allowed Jason’s cries of pleasure to drive him.
“Yes! Oh angel… oh please… yes! Oh please….Yes!”
And with that one thrust, Jason’s body convulsed, an orgasm ripping through him, clenching down on Cotton’s cock like a vise. Jason shot spend for the second time that night, and Cotton drove into him one final time, his spine arching as his orgasm took over, blinding him, consuming him, sweeping him away into an ocean where there was only Cotton, Jason, and the briny release.
Cotton pulled out reluctantly, the rush of spend coating his thighs and Jason’s backside. That wasn’t enough. That couldn’t be the end. His cock was spent, but his heart still pounded, still hungered, and he pushed Jason’s knees over his shoulders and sprawled on the bed, parting his cheeks and licking, tasting, rubbing Jason’s sensitized rim as Jason moaned incoherently. The two of them together hit his senses potently, and he shuddered, needing more.
Jason started to shudder again, his hands splaying, his body clearly out of his control. Cotton thrust three fingers inside and paused.
“Jason,” he said, voice serious. “Jason, baby, focus.”
Jason turned bleary eyes down the length of his body, and Cotton regarded him soberly.
“I want to keep going, but if you’re too tender, you need to tell me to stop. Nod your head yes if you understand.”
Jason nodded his head.
“Now do you want me to stop?” he asked, and his heart shuddered when Jason shook his head in the negative.
“No,” he slurred. “More.”
“Good.”
He pumped his three fingers in and out, spreading them, watching as Jason spiraled, ever more undone. He entire body arched, and he threw one knee over the other, turning sideways in a protective gesture, but Cotton had done this before and kept his fingers where they needed to be.
Inside his lover, feeling the pulse and heat of him.
He kept fucking, and Jason moaned, shuddering some more.
Cotton added another finger, and Jason turned his face into the mattress and howled, a dry orgasm racking his body before he went absolutely limp.
“More,” he mumbled, and Cotton’s cock had stiffened again. He hoisted himself up over Jason’s quaking form and slid in easily, the slickness tempered by the slight swelling of overuse.
The result was Jason locked around him like the fist of a god, and it took one, two, three strokes before a slow-rolling burning scald of an orgasm ripped through him and into Jason.
This time when he collapsed on top of his still-trembling lover, he knew they were done.
IT TOOKCotton half an hour before he could stand on wobbly knees to go fetch a washcloth and some clean sheets. He wrapped Jason in a towel while he changed the bed and then spread him out, as docile as a sleepy bunny, on the towel so he could clean the come that matted him everywhere—chest hair, groin, backside, thighs. All of it, Cotton thought, all of it was because Cotton had taken him someplace not even Jason Constance had ever been.
He bathed Jason’s body tenderly, speaking softly to him, telling him the truth with every breath.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautiful. You’re kind and smart and the best lover I will ever have. And I love you. And you probably don’t believe that and think I’m too young, but I’ve believed I was in love a thousand times, and this is the first time it made me better. Made me stronger. Made me someone who can really love and not someone who is constantly begging for what the world won’t give me. You did that.” He kissed the inside of Jason’s knee and then his thigh. Jason quivered, so he went back to his task—and telling the truth.
“I’ve spent the last few years bouncing up and down and going from here to there, because I didn’t think I had any control over my life. But you’ve given me control here, and you’ll never know—never—what that means to me. And you’ve trusted that I’ll be okay when you have to leave, and that’s such an amazing gift. It’s big… and important… and that’s how love feels this time. It feels real.”