3: Breaking Point

I left the gym with my body still buzzing. Every step reminded me of his hand on my cock. The way he stroked me slow in the sauna. The taste of his neck under my tongue. I drove home hard. Couldn't think straight. Shower did nothing. Cold water ran over me but my dick stayed thick. Leaking. Aching for him.

His text came right after I got out. Simple Address and Time.

My heart slammed when I read it. I dressed fast. Loose shorts with No underwear. Shirt tight enough to show the lines of my chest. I wanted him to see me. Wanted him to want me the way I wanted him.

His place was a small apartment building not far from the gym. Door on the second floor. I knocked once. It opened quick.

Jaxon stood there shirtless. Sweatpants low. No shoes. Hair still damp like he showered too. Eyes dark. Hungry. He didn't say hello. Just grabbed my shirt front. Pulled me inside. Door slammed shut behind me.

We crashed together. Mouths hungry. No slow build this time. His lips slammed on mine. Rough. Tongue pushed in fast. I groaned into his mouth. Tasted him. Salt. Heat. Beer from earlier maybe. My hands went to his back. Nails dug in. Pulled him closer.

He walked me backward. My back hit the wall. Hard. His body pinned me there. Thigh shoved between my legs. Pressed right against my cock. I rocked into it. Needed friction. Needed more.

"Fuck. Been thinking about this all day," he growled against my mouth.

"Me too," I panted. "Couldn't stop."

His hand slid down. Cupped me through my shorts. Squeezed. I bucked. Moaned loud.

He pulled back just enough to look at me. Eyes locked. "You want this?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"I want you. All of you. Now."

He smirked. Dark. Dirty. Grabbed my hand. Pulled me down the short hall. Into his bedroom. Bed unmade. Sheets tangled. Smelled like him. Musk. Clean sweat. Cologne.

He pushed me down on the mattress. I landed on my back. Breathed heavy. He climbed over me. Knees on either side of my hips. Hands on my chest. Pushed my shirt up. Exposed skin. His palms hot. Rough from lifting. He leaned down. Mouth on my neck. Sucked hard. Teeth grazed. I arched. Cock throbbed against his thigh.

He worked lower. Kissed my collarbone. Licked a stripe down my chest. Tongue circled one nipple. Then sucked. Hard. I gasped. Fingers in his hair. Pulled him closer.

"Like that?" he asked. Voice muffled against skin.

"Fuck yes."

He bit light. Pleasure shot through me. Straight to my dick. I was leaking bad now. Wet spot growing on my shorts.

His hand slid down. Under the waistband. Wrapped around me. Skin on skin. No towel this time. No teasing. Firm grip. Slow stroke. I moaned. Hips lifted.

He kissed lower. Stomach. Tongue dipped into my navel. Then lower still. Nose brushed the head of my cock through fabric. Inhaled deep. Groaned.

"Smell so good," he said. "All hard and wet for me."

He tugged my shorts down. Cock sprang free. Hit my stomach. Red. Slick. Throbbing. He looked at it. Licked his lips.

Then his mouth was on me. Hot. Wet. Tongue swirled the head. Lapped up the precum. I cried out. Back arched off the bed.

He took me deeper. Slow. Inch by inch. Lips tight. Cheeks hollowed. Hand stroked what his mouth couldn't reach. I saw stars. Fingers gripped sheets. Toes curled.

He pulled off with a wet pop. Looked up at me. Lips shiny. "Taste so fucking good."

I sat up fast. Grabbed his shoulders. Flipped us. Now he was under me. Eyes wide for a second. Then hungry again.

My turn.

I yanked his sweatpants down. Cock thick. Curved. Veins standing out. Tip wet. I wrapped my hand around it. Stroked slow. Watched his face. Jaw clenched. Eyes half shut.

I leaned down. Kissed his abs. Tongue traced the lines. Lower. Nuzzled the base of his cock. Smelled him. Musk. Man. Want. Then I licked up the length. Slow. From balls to tip. He groaned deep. Hand in my hair.

I took him in. Hot. Heavy on my tongue. Sucked slow. Bobbed. Hand stroked the base. He bucked up. Fucked my mouth gentle at first. Then harder.

"Fuck. Kai. Just like that."

I hummed around him. Vibration made him curse. Hips jerked.

We were both close again. Breathing hard. Bodies slick with sweat.

He pulled me off. Flipped us again. Pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. Other hand reached for the drawer. Grabbed lube. Condom.

He slicked his fingers. Kissed me deep while he worked one inside me. Slow. Careful. I gasped into his mouth. Relaxed. Took it. Then two fingers. Scissored. Curved. Hit that spot.

I moaned loud. Hips rolled. Needed more.

He pulled fingers out. Rolled condom on. Slicked himself. Positioned.

Eyes locked on mine. "Ready?"

"Yes. Fuck. Please."

He pushed in slow. Inch by inch. Stretch burned sweet. Full. So full. I wrapped legs around his waist. Pulled him deeper.

He bottomed out. Groaned. Forehead on mine. Breathing ragged.

Then he moved. Slow thrusts. Deep. Rolled his hips. Hit that spot every time.

I clawed his back. Moaned his name. "Harder."

He gave it. Faster. Rougher. Bed creaked. Skin slapped skin. Sweat dripped.

His hand wrapped around my cock. Stroked in time with thrusts.

I was gone. Pleasure built fast. Tight. Hot.

"Gonna come," I gasped.

"Come for me," he growled. "Want to feel you."

I shattered. Cock pulsed. Cum shot over my stomach. His hand. Hot ropes. I cried out. Body shaking.

He fucked through it. Thrusts erratic. Then he tensed. Groaned deep. Buried himself. Came hard. I felt him throb inside me.

We stayed like that. Breathing heavy. Bodies locked. Hearts pounding together.

He pulled out slow. Tossed condom. Collapsed beside me. Pulled me close. Arm over my chest.

We didn't talk right away. Just breathed. Skin cooling. Sweat drying.

Then he kissed my shoulder. Soft. "Not done with you yet."

I smiled. Turned to face him. "Good. Because I'm not done either."

He smirked. Hand slid down my stomach. Already teasing again.

Tonight was just the start.