Page 48 of Mr. Brightside

“Asking for permission. Doubting whether you’re reading me right. Questioning if I want this. I’ve said yes to you a dozen times in the last five days, Jake. It’s yes. It’s hell yes. With you, it’ll always be yes.”

Okay then.

I sink my teeth into the top of his shoulder, inspiring a full-body shudder in him that I feel all the way in my balls.

“Take what you want,” he grunts.

I smile against his neck, then run my tongue over the spot that’s already reddening in response to my bite. “What Iwantis to drive you crazy.”

I push my hand down the front of his shorts, loving the way he hisses when I wrap my fist around his dick. I squeeze his throat in tandem, then nip his earlobe lightly before I move.

Cory braces his arms on the rail, giving me room to work. With a slow, tight stroke, I savor the solidness of his completely hard dick in my hand. He sighs and spreads his feet wider.

When I pull my hand out of his trunks, he whimpers, but he doesn’t resist when I tilt his chin so he’s looking at me.

“Spit,” I command, lifting my hand to his mouth. His pupils blow out as he follows my instructions. They grow even wider when I bring my hand to my own mouth and follow suit, never breaking eye contact.

I cup our combined fluid and work my hand lower once more. This time when I grip him, he thrusts his cock into me. Fuck. His eagerness spurs me on in surprising ways. I shake my head to focus, then bring my lips to his neck. Licking up the salty sheen of sweat that coats his sun-kissed skin, I jack him in rhythm with my mouth.

I rub his neck—squeezing and thoroughly enjoying the sensation when he swallows. His dick throbs in my hand when I stroke him from base to tip, then back again. I’ve got him panting already—this pliable, beautiful man getting all worked up with my hands all over him.

The velvet skin of his dick is slick against my palm. I squeeze him with each stroke, but change up the pressure and speed as he tries to match his thrusts to my movement.

“Jake,” he whines. Ohhh, this poor thing. If he’s already whimpering, he’s going to hate what happens next. At least for now.

But I’m a man of my word. And I promised to drive him crazy tonight.

“You like that, baby? You want me to make you jizz all over my hand so I can lick it off my fingers?”

He moans—he fucking moans—in response to my words.

“Or maybe I’ll use your cum to work into that tight little hole and see how far I can stretch you…”

He lets out a choked cry.

“You want that, too, baby? You gonna let me in? I want to make you feel so fucking good tonight.”

I abandon my hold on his throat to tease one finger between his cheeks.

He shudders under my touch, arching back to give me access and gain more friction right where he wants it.

Fuck, he’s so responsive. The way he tells me exactly what he wants without speaking a goddamn word… he’s a king. I can’t wait to worship at his feet over the next few days.

I’m so keen on making him unravel, I almost don’t go through with it. But then I think about what he’s gonna be like tonight: desperate and love drunk for my dick. Maybe he’ll even beg.

I push my hips forward and pin him to the railing, then slowly loosen my hold on his cock.

It physically pains me to do this—but I have bigger plans for my man tonight.

I kiss his neck once, then pepper kisses along his back.

He whips his head around when he realizes what I’m doing.

“Jake?”

“Sorry, baby. But I want to make this trip unforgettable. I promise it’ll be worth it when you finally get to come.”

He spins around in my arms, a fire behind his eyes that I’ve never seen before. He’s not just mad. He’s seething.