by Noah Harris
As he pressed forward, Charge carefully flared and removed his fingers from inside Jon’s body. Jon arched, his breath coming in harsh staccato pants.
Too big! Too fucking big.
Slowly, Charge felt the tight muscles ease around the head of his cock and he began to lightly thrust his hips forward. He didn’t draw back between each thrust, so much as nudge forward. Jon’s moans were ragged as he struggled to adapt to the feeling of Charge driving into him. When Charge was half-sheathed, the moans slid more easily from Jon’s throat as his thighs spread wider
.
Jon was completely caught in the moment – Charge’s cock filled him too much for any stream of coherent thought to form. He had no idea how things had gone from a refrain of don’t move, don’t move to so good – more, I need more.
“Oh, oh… Fuck! Charge…” he gasped.
“Yeah, yeah,” He heard Charge murmur, his voice an animalistic growl against his ear. “Now you’re feeling it aren’t you, Jon? Come on, I want you to tell me.”
“I – I think I am going to come. It’s too much…too much.”
“No – but you are going to wait. You aren’t going to come until I am totally inside of you, do you understand me Jon? Don’t you let go until I am so deep inside you I can feel it the entire length of my cock.”
Drawing back, Charge started pushing his cock more fully into Jon with every thrust; every flex of his hips drove him deeper and deeper. Finally, he was completely sheathed. Jon’s teeth had found purchase in muscles of his chest. Charge felt the full human's body vibrating desperately. Ducking his head, his own pleasure wrapped heavily around him, Charge put his lips to Jon’s ear.
“Now, now you come.”
Jon’s body spasmed and heaved as a second orgasm crashed over him. Snarling, Charge lost the battle he had been fighting – the desperate struggle to hold back. The heat of Jon’s body branded Charge’s cock as his for as long as he might want it. As he felt the pleasure consuming him, Charge hoped that the Jon would want it for a very long time.
Shaking, Charge went down. With every ejaculation, a new wave of pleasure would rip through his body – by the final one, Charge was worried that he might never be able to move again. Unable to do much of anything else, Charge’s lips flitted over Jon’s sweat-soaked face and listened to the hard panting breaths puffing from between Jon’s perfect lips.
“Holy shit…” were the only words to slip from between Jon’s lips in the aftermath before he slipped into a still-tingling drift.
XIII
Charge carefully withdrew from Jon’s body, stretched out and wrapped his arms around the full human’s long-limbed body. He pressed his lips to the back of Jon’s neck before he and listened to the slowing rate of Jon’s heart.
“So, how was Chicago?” he asked, as he ran his flat tongue up Jon’s neck.
A breathy chuckle escaped the full human in his arms. “Well, the symposium was ok. Honestly the high points were meeting Mr. Swalters in person last night, being convinced to tender my resignation to the firm, and coming home. I would consider this as a high point, but technically, this is not part of Chicago.”
“I am delighted that you consider this a high point, but don’t think that you can just sneak that little tidbit in there.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Jon said and Charge felt him smirk against his arm.
“You are full of it, but in the interest of clarity, I’ll spell it out for you: What do you mean you were ‘convinced to tender your resignation?’”
“I am sick of getting screwed with,” Jon began.
“That’s good,” Charge agreed.
“I have been considering leaving the firm for a while now, I just didn’t know what I might want to do instead.”
“Uh-huh…”
“Well, Swalters is offering to be my first client. He knows other people who would be interested in letting me handle their investment portfolios, provided I don’t work for the firm I am with.”
Charge waited as Jon paused.
“The firm I am at is rather old school. And while they are effective wealth managers, industry culture has become important to a lot of people. I would never be able to acknowledge you to the people I work with or they would find some reason to fire me.”
That reason at least made sense to Charge, so he nuzzled his face into Jon’s neck, his lips curving into a satisfied smile.
Jon settled back against Charge as the silence stretched between them. Finally, he looked over his shoulder and found the younger man’s feline gold eyes.
“Yes,” Charge asked, quizzically lifting a brow.
“Are you still going to try to go to Florida?” Jon asked timidly.
“I am happy right where I am. Interesting cars at work. Gorgeous cars at home, save my piece of shit. And – and a handsome, sexy man who I keep hoping will show me where the keys are to that Corvette in the garage.”
Jon laughed. “You’re interested in the cars – not me.”
“Oh no. You remember when you picked me up from the shop and I walked out with Treyvonne?”
“Yes…”
“Well Treyvonne saw the Challenger and practically came in his pants.”
“Charge,” Jon groaned at the visual.
“Yeah – well in my head, I couldn’t disagree. Except, I was looking at you. Not that butterfly you drive like a souped-up civic.”
Happy, Jon turned to face Charge. “Will you really not answer if I call you Rowland?”
“Not a chance, Mr. Forrest, not a chance.”
Jon laughed and stroked his hands over Charge’s arms and chest marveling at the feel of that taut skin and thick muscle beneath his fingers. Suddenly, his hands paused and his eyes widened.
“Charge, the door is still open!” Jon tried to scramble away to go close the back door. Charge chuckled low and caught him as he attempted to squirm across the bed.
“Awe, what will it hurt for 30 more minutes?”
“My AC bill; let me up you animal!”
Charge smiled, flashing his fangs. His eyes shifted as Jon managed to stumble to his feet off the foot of the bed. He crooked a finger at the full human whose eyes widened at the site.
“Come on Jon, let me show you what an animal I can be,” Charge let the words die on a throaty growl that filled the room.
Jon stumbled back a step and smiling shook his head. “Oh no – Mr. Teeth, I would like to walk tomorrow,” he said as he turned to hurry from the room.
Charge leaped to his feet and followed, Jon’s bare rear a delightful target to track through the house. He caught up with Jon at the back door and instead of letting him close it, Charge shoved his full human lover through the opening onto the porch. He bodily lifted Jon and carried him across the porch, kicking the door shut with his heel. As he strode toward the pool and spa tucked behind the curtain of bamboo, Charge caught a glimpse of the ’80s corvette from the corner of his eye.
All right, I’ll fix you. Sentimental reasons – if you weren’t such a piece of crap, I wouldn’t have met him.
The end.
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