“Ochi chyornye!” I gasped. The sounds he made as his head bobbed up and down were hungry and desperate, and I knew if he kept it up I wouldn’t last long enough to do him any good at all.
Before I could warn him though, he squeezed the base of my cock, and then rose, turned, and backed toward me. “Take me, James. Now. Hard. Deep. I need to know you’re alive.”
I parted his arse cheeks and brought him down to my lap, rubbing the oozing, spit-soaked tip of my cock against the rosebud of his anus, easing him down, and inch by careful inch I entered him
Jeremy was having none of it. He leaned forward, the altered angle causing me to come up against that spot inside him, and he shivered and gasped, all the while he teased my testicles and ran a finger around the place where we were joined, distracting me to a degree that I couldn’t think clearly, couldn’t stop him when he drove himself down.