Imago (Imago #1)

He did as I instructed, stepping out of his pyjama pants and kneeling on the bed before slowly lying down. Lightning cracked outside, illuminating the room. God, he looked so amazing. I stepped over to the bedside table and threw a condom and the bottle of lube onto the bed beside him. He fisted the duvet in anticipation.

I knelt on the bed and pushed his legs apart, running my hands up the back of his thighs and over his arse. I leaned in and breathed a slow warm breath over his hole.

“Jack, fucking hurry up.”

I loved that he only swore during sex. But apparently me taking my time with him was not on his agenda. “I can’t wait to hear your filthy mouth,” I murmured against the skin at the base of his spine. Thunder boomed outside and the static in the room amped its charge.

“My mouth isn’t filthy,” he replied on a whisper. There was no conviction in his voice.

I spread his arse cheeks and ran my tongue up his crack, pressing into his hole. He fisted the sheets at his sides and raised his arse for me. “Oh, fuck!”

I smiled victoriously. “You like that?”

“Yes, please more.”

Thunder rolled far off and lightning lit up the sky through the window. His arse was perfect, illuminated by the storm outside. Pale and round cheeks and a perfect, tight hole. He wanted more, so I gave him exactly that. I fucked him with my tongue and he grunted with every pass. But it soon wasn’t enough.

“More.”

I flipped the lid on the lube and poured a decent drop down his crack, and slipped my finger inside him.

“Mmm,” he hummed, rocking his hips for me.

“You love it, don’t you?”

“God yes. More.”

I added a second finger and curled them, searching for his prostate.

“Oh fuck,” he growled.

There was another curse word. I’m sure he had more in him. So I played with him a bit, stretching him, testing his patience while turning him on. He slipped his hand under his hips, no doubt to grab his cock. “I need more,” he said with a tortured groan. “I need your cock inside me.”

There was nothing like hearing him beg.

I pulled out my fingers and he responded by raising his hips off the mattress so he could jerk himself. God, he was so hard and so desperate for it.

I rolled a condom down my length and slicked myself up with lube, then added more to his arse. He hummed an impatient sound. “Jack, I need you now.”

I knelt behind him and swiped the head of my cock up and down his crack. He rocked back and forth, wanting, needing. “This what you want?”

“Fuck yes.”

I did it again, this time pressing in a fraction, only to pull away again, giving him another swipe.

Lawson pushed up so he knelt on the bed and turned his head. An angry, frustrated flush covered his cheeks. “I need you to fuck me. So quit playing with my arse and bury your cock in it.”

And there it was.

That filthy fucking mouth.

I put one hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down on the bed, leaving his arse raised. With my other hand, I lined my cockhead to his hole and pushed in.

There was no filthy mouth now, just short gasping breaths that became a long keening sound the deeper I pushed in. “That what you wanted?”

He cried out underneath me. “Yes, yes. Fuck yes.”

I pulled out a little, only to push back in deeper, beginning to slowly thrust into him. He gasped and grunted with each breath, the most wonderful sounds. When I was buried to my balls inside him, I stayed there. I ran my hands over his shoulders, down his back, massaging him as I gave him time to adjust. He responded by rocking his hips, wordlessly asking for more.

“Oh God,” he murmured. “You’re so big.”

“And you can take every inch,” I said, thrusting into him sharply.

He let out a long low groan, but raised his arse. “I can feel your pulse inside me.”

Oh fucking hell. His dirty mouth would be the end of me.

“Jack,” he moaned. “Fuck me.”

I thrust into him again and again, listening to his whimpers and moans, his whispered pleas for more. I was so close to coming. He felt so damn good, his arse was so warm and slick, but I needed to feel his mouth as well.

“I want to see you.” I slowly pulled out. “Roll over.”

He quickly did as I told him to and lifted his knees to his chest. I pushed into his welcoming heat in one thrust, watching his eyes flutter closed. His mouth gaped open at the intrusion.

I crushed my mouth to his, tangling my tongue against his. Lawson’s hands went to my hair and then my jaw, and he held my face right where he wanted me.

He kissed me deeply until he needed air. “God, you’re so far inside me.”

Lawson’s words made my balls ache. I slammed into him, and his neck corded with strain. I grunted as I spoke. “If you keep talking like that, you’ll make me come.”

“Fuck yes.” Lawson’s arms tightened around me. “So good, Jack. This is what I need.”

“You need to come first,” I said, pushing up to lean on my left hand. I took his cock into my right hand and pumped him. Precome pulsed from his tip, so I ran my thumb through it, slicking his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” Lawson cried out. His hands fisted the sheets at his side. I drilled into him, fucking his arse as I pumped his cock. Then his eyes went wide and his mouth fell open. His whole body went taut, and his cock throbbed in my hand before shooting stripes of come across his belly as lightning struck somewhere close.

I pushed every inch into him, spreading his legs wider and fucking his mouth with my tongue while he rode out his orgasm on my cock.

But the need, the urgency was gone, and I could take my time now. When he sagged, sated and smiling, I let go of his cock and leaned over him. I thrust slower, deeper now his body was pliable and relaxed. He put his hand to my face and we kissed as I made love to him. Rocking slowly, savouring every second of being inside him. My climax built, slow and steady, and Lawson held my face as I came.

He gasped as I filled the condom deep within him. “I can feel every pulse,” he whispered, his eyes wide with wonder. Then he kissed me as my orgasm rocketed through me.

I collapsed on top of him and he held me tight as my breathing returned to normal. What I experienced wasn’t just a physical release. Something inside me shifted as well. I was pretty sure my heart had fallen for him.

I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, and I wondered if―I hoped―he felt the same.

Lawson’s fingers traced patterns across my back, and I slowly pulled out of him. I rolled out of bed to discard of the condom, and he pulled up the blanket. When I came back, he smiled at my naked form and held the blanket open for me. I climbed in and he settled himself into the crook of my arm. I kissed the side of his head. “Want a shower?”

“No. Just want to lie here. Fall asleep with you.”

I pulled away, and with my fingers under his chin, I tilted his face so I could look into his eyes. “Are you staying the night?”

He smiled at me. “Is that a problem?”

I tucked him back into my arms and snuggled in. “No problem at all.”

He was quiet a minute, but I could tell by his breathing he was awake. “So um, sex with you is amazing.”

I barked out a laugh. “I could say the same to you.”

“Yes, you could.”

I was still grinning. “Sex with you is amazing.”