Smirking at him, Jason's eyes twinkled as he quipped, "Then you better show me."
Narrowing his eyes into a predatory stare, Michel growled, "Oh, I plan to."
Michel had felt Jason's body relax as they'd talked, and though his chute still held him snuggly, it no longer felt like Jason's arse strangled his prick. Slowly, he withdrew his cock until just the head stretched Jason's anus before reversing direction.
Drawing on centuries of experience, Michel adjusted his angle and pegged his mate's gland.
Chapter Five
Jason's entire body spasmed as ecstasy radiated from his chute through his body. When Michel thrust in a second time, he couldn't hold back his shout, screaming his pleasure to the sky. He suddenly felt grateful his lover's home was so far out of the way.
All thought fled as Michel wrapped his strong, hairy arms around his torso. Michel rocked back, rearing up on his knees, taking Jason with him. Jason found himself sprawled across his lover's lap, impaled on his thick cock.
Michel rotated his hips. Jason moaned at the sensation of the big man's thick, hot shaft moving inside him, massaging his inner walls. When Michel had first speared him, Jason had fought back tears at the invasion. So different than how fingers felt-because, hell, he'd played with himself plenty-Michel's erection had stretched him wider than he thought he could handle.
Michel had stilled, held him, talked with him, and waited with more patience than a man should possess. Now, every move Michel made set Jason's nerve endings on fire, radiating warmth and tingles and shivers of bliss. Never had he imagined sex could feel like this, like he was connected to another human being on a spiritual level.
Michel tugging his nipples was just icing on the cake.
"Oh, my God!" Jason arched his back, simultaneously shoving his ass down harder on Michel's cock while pushing his chest more firmly into the mountain man's sinfully talented hands. His dick ached and throbbed, bobbing in the air before him. He wanted to grab it and yank himself to completion. With the way his balls rolled and tightened against him, he knew it would only take a couple strokes.
Evidently, Michel could read his body language. When Jason released his lover's thighs, where he'd placed his hands for leverage, Michel released Jason's nipples-pulling a groan of protest from Jason-and grabbed his wrists. Michel urged him to lift his arms and wrap his hands around the thick tendons of Michel's neck.
"Keep them there," Michel ordered gruffly.
Jason mewled-a sound he never thought he'd make-but he needed to come, desperately.
"Easy, sweetheart," Michel crooned into his ear. "I'll give ye all the pleasure ye can handle."
Michel hadn't even finished speaking the words when one calloused hand gripped Jason's cock, jacking from root to tip in quick, hard yanks. The man spread his other hand across Jason's chest and stomach, his huge paw almost spanning it in its entirety. In fact, even as Michel's pinky played with Jason's pubes, his calloused thumb scraped over one distended, sensitive nipple.
"O-oh!" Jason whined as he stared sightlessly at the sky. His head fell back to rest against Michel. His body felt like a live-wire, strung too tight, that his lover played with ease. Heat blossomed through his chest, tingles danced up and down his spine before settling in his balls, and his cock throbbed in Michel's grip. All the while, Michel continued to thrust and retreat his cock in and out of his ass. The delicious internal massage to his prostate heightened everything.
"Come for me, lover," Michel softly urged in his ear.
As if his body were hardwired to obey, Jason did. His balls felt as if they turned inside out, spurting stream after stream of cum up his cock and across the green grass. Jason's mouth opened on a silent scream as he became a creature of pure sensation, waves of bliss crashing over him with each ejaculation. Michel continued to jack him, slowing his hand's action, prolonging the pleasure until it almost became too much.
Jason wriggled in Michel's grasp, his body uncertain if it wanted to continue thrusting into that pleasure-giving grip or get away from the almost painful intensity. Michel, as if sensing his body's confusion, released his prick, then lowered his hand and gripped his upper thigh.
"Gonna mark ye inside now, Jason," Michel told him thickly. "Gonna fill ye up so ye know ye're mine."
Even floating on waves of pleasure, Jason realized that his lover had yet to come. He could feel Michel's thick penis still slowly sawing in and out of him. Wanting his lover to experience as much pleasure as Michel had given him, Jason turned his head and whispered, "Yeah, do it. Do it now. Mark me. Fill me. Prove I belong to you."
As he spoke, he tightened his anus muscles as much as he could and peered up at his lover.
Michel's eyes widened, meeting his gaze, and in that oh-so-brief instant, Jason thought he saw … something-possessive intent. Then Michel broke the gaze and tucked his head behind Jason's.
"Mine," Michel snarled.
Suddenly, pain pierced him, radiating out from the back of his neck. Just as quickly, the pain blazoned into blissful fire that enveloped his body. His cock thickened and jerked, and Jason convulsed, coming again. Black spots danced behind his eyes as a third orgasm in less than an hour ripped through his system, his cock once more painting the grass.
Jason moaned, growing lax in Michel's arms as lethargy crept over him as only a great orgasm can produce. His arms fell to his sides and he rested his entire weight on Michel, trusting the man to hold him up.
Humming, Jason smiled, feeling heat flood his rectum as Michel clutched him tightly, shuddering and twitching behind him. "Amazing," Jason slurred, not quite able to get his mouth to cooperate with what he wanted to say. Never had he been so happy to give in to impulse. Jason couldn't imagine a better or more caring man to give his virginity to.
"Ye're amazing, Jason," Michel said softly. "So sexy, so responsive. Me amazing human."
Jason thought it an odd choice of words, and maybe he'd ask about it when he could get more than two brain cells to fire. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy the bliss of afterglow. He sighed and, turning his head, rubbed his cheek against Michel's hairy chest.
"Love your fur," he mumbled absently.
"Glad ye like it," Michel returned. Gently, he guided Jason to the ground. Jason groaned upon feeling the other man's cock slip from his ass. Somehow, he felt like he'd lost a part of himself, as if he and Michel belonged together.
Silly. It's just great sex.
He tried to convince himself of that, but he couldn't hide his delight when Michel followed him to the ground. Michel rolled onto his back, then proceeded to gently manhandle Jason until he was sprawled on top of the bigger man, legs falling to either side, similar to their first position only without the driving need to fuck.
Jason really liked it.
Tilting his head, Jason peered up at Michel. Curiosity burning through him, he muttered sleepily, "So, how old are you?" This guy had went ten years without sex? How could that be possible? He was fucking sexy and made love like a dream.
Michel must have read his mind, for Jason could just make out a smirk playing behind the bearded man's lips. "I'm a lot older than I look, Jason," he replied. Michel stroked his hands up Jason's back to gently fondle the tender mark he'd left on the nape of his neck. His brows creased as he added, almost absently, "I guess that's one of many things we have to talk about."
Sensing his lover's suddenly subdued mood-especially after what Jason thought had been mind-blowing sex-set off alarm bells for him. Maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe Michel hadn't enjoyed things as much as he had. He lifted up on his elbows and-focusing intently on Michel-gathered up the courage to ask, "Are you done with me? Was this just a one-off thing for you? Let me guess," Jason continued, his tone darkening, even though he knew he had no right to act this possessive. "You don't do relationships and you just want to be occasional fuck buddies, but I'm not worth keeping?"