Page 80 of Mr. Brightside

I nod again.

“Words, Jake. Use your words.”

“Yes,” I croak out, my voice cracking with desperation.

“Good boy.”

He reaches for the lube, coats one hand, then spits on my dick again.

“Eyes on me, baby. Don’t let me look up and catch you not watching.”

Not a chance in fucking hell.

He grips me with one hand, takes me in his mouth, then works his lubed hand between my cheeks. I tense on instinct, but quickly relax into his touch, letting my mind focus on the way his tongue is running back and forth under the head of my dick.

Fuck, does he give good head. Every time I think I’ve got his rhythm figured out, he changes it up. He’s soft kisses and slow licks. Frantic pulls and the perfect amount of suction. I’m so lost in him I don’t even flinch when he breaches my hole with a well-lubed finger.

He pops off my dick, looks up at me, and grins.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

Desire flushes my entire upper half. He’s barely touching me—but his words. His fucking words. He’s undoing me from the inside out, and he doesn’t even know it.

“Relax, Jake. Let me in.” His brow furrows in concentration as he swirls one finger inside me. I can’t help but buck my hips when he grazes my prostate.

His smile widens. “You like that, don’t you? You like when I touch you there? I’m gonna hit that spot with my cock over and over again until you’re spasming so hard your orgasm makesmecome.”

His mouth goes back to my dick. He works in a second finger, then eventually a third. I grimace through the stretch—through the fullness that borders on pain. But I know this is the only way through. This is the only way I can truly let him in and feel it all.

“You ready for me, baby?” he asks, removing his hand and reaching behind my head for a pillow. “Lift those hips for me.”

I’m not even processing his words anymore. I just do whatever he says, immediately, on command. He owns me: mind, body, and soul. I’ve never felt more free than I do in this moment.

I lift up, and he moves the pillow beneath me. He uses his hands to spread my thighs, exposing me further. He stares between my legs: at my rock-hard dick, at my needy, ready hole.

There’s not an ounce of trepidation between us. I want this. I want this so fucking bad it hurts.

I watch as he removes his pants and coats his dick in lube, then leans forward, notching himself at my entrance. But instead of pushing in, he bends down. And he kisses me. He kisses me until I see stars. He kisses me until I’m writhing underneath him. He kisses me until I beg.

“Cory,” I plead against his mouth, bearing down with my ass as I try to take over.

“Mine,” he asserts, finally breaching me and giving me all of him.

It’s just the tip, but fuck, he feels so good. I bear down again, desperate for more.

“Cory, please.”

“I’ve got you,” he promises, pushing in another inch as his hand smooths up my chest and grips my throat. He kisses me once more, then peels back, gazing down to where his length disappears inside me.

“Oh, baby,” he praises. His words are brimming with emotion. Admiration. Love.

“You look so fucking good stretched around my cock. You should see how perfect you look with my dick in your hole. You’re doing so good for me, Jake.”

I claw at the comforter as he works in another inch.

“So.”

I buck my hips up and clench around him when he gives me more.