Page 121 of Jackrabbit

Fucking shit. Begging. Colt was begging, his eyes burning like he would really, actually cry if Beau stopped, even though some part of him knew he wouldn't. And even if he did, Colt was well acquainted with his toy chest. But…

But it wouldn't beBeau,and Colt had been panting after Beau basically since he was thirteen—something that Beau would nevereverlearn—and he really felt like if he didn't have Beau’s cum on or in him he might freak the fuck out.

And Beau would be disappointed in him.

Nope. Not going there.

“I know you will.” Sharp teeth bit down on his shoulder, a bright flare of pain that made Colt gasp. “Now prove it.”

Relentlessly, Beau fingered him open until the slide was easy and wet andnot enough, but Colt was right on the edge anyway, moaning while he listened to theslick sound of Beau's fingers in his hole. Colt rose up on his elbows and let his head hang, sweat dripping as he rutted backward.

He was close—fuck, so close—and he wanted Beau’s cock, but he was rapidly losing power of speech, and he just. Wanted. To come. Beau’s fingers circled his prostate as he pulled one of Colt’s cheeks aside so he couldwatchwith a rough, appreciative moan, and shit. That was it. Colt was done for. He twisted his hands in the sheets, his balls tightened up to his body, and—

Beau pulled his fingers out and held Colt’s hips still with both hands, and Colt let out a choked sob.

“Shh.” Beau rubbed soothing circles into Colt’s skin as he held him still. Pressed stubble-rough kisses against Colt’s back, his shoulders. “You're doing so good.”

“Please. Please?” Colt tugged at the bedding. “Let me come. I can't—”

“You can.” Another kiss, lips parted against Colt's shoulder blade. “And you will.”

No room for argument. Beau said he could keep going, and so Colt would do it. He unclenched his fists.

“Okay.” His voice was ragged. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Good.” Beau pressed his fingers in again, one, two, then three, pausing to drizzle more lube in along with them. “You keep being good for me, and I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name. Alright?”

Colt let out a punched-out breath and nodded, dropping his head.

Beau started moving his hand again, nipping and licking Colt’s back as he did. He sucked a hickey into Colt’s hip, digging his teeth in just as he pressed against Colt’s prostate and circled his fingers, and Colt whined, high-pitched and desperate.

“Not yet,” Beau murmured against his shoulder. “Hold on. Can you do that? For me? Be my good boy and don't come until I tell you to?”

“S-Shit.” Colt was moaning in short gasps that matched the pace of Beau's fingers, his chest heaving as he held on by a fraying thread.

“Yeah, that's it.” Picking up the pace, Beau pushed his cock against Colt's thigh through those goddamn sweatpants and rolled against him. “Feel what you do to me? I can't wait to fuck you. Make you feel so good, boy.”

Colt wanted to agree. Wanted to say a hundred filthy things, tell Beau exactly how he wanted to be fucked. But all that came out was a moan as Colt’s balls drew up again, as his hips jerked and his toes curled.

He couldn't. He wasn't allowed, had to hold on, had to prove to Beau that he was good, so good for him.

“Shit. The way you're clenching around me.” Beau rocked against Colt's thigh. “You close, huh? Holdin’ on so good for me, just like I asked. Such a good boy. You wanna come?”

“Yes,” Colt panted out, squeezing his eyes shut against the overstimulated tears. “I've been so—so good. Please, sir.”

“Oh.” Beau ground harder, picking up the pace with his fingers as his voice hit that low, growling register. “Go ahead. Come for me.”

Coltkeenedas his vision whited out, his orgasm spilling out of every pore, toes curling, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the sheets as he came all over them. He sobbed as Beau milked him for everything he was worth.

He'd hardly come down before the lube cap popped again. Panting, he tried to collapse onto his mess. Beau caught his hips instead, pulled them back up and shoved a hand between Colt's shoulders until his chest was nearly flat, ass up. He rubbed his lube-slick shaft up Colt's thigh, dragged the underside against Colt's sensitive hole as he grabbed Colt’s ass and groaned. “Knew you'd be so pretty like this. Hell, Colt, you should see yourself. Loose and dripping and wrecked.”

Pressure against his hole as Beau pressed his tip against it, blunt and wide, and he didn't wait. He pushed past the first ring of muscle before Colt could take a breath.

“Beau,” Colt whined. “More.”

Beau paused for a heartbeat before sliding in inch by agonizing inch. Not painful except for Colt’s favorite kind of ache, but fuckingslow. So goddamnslow, and Colt wanted to do something about it, but his limbs weren't listening to his brain.

When Beau was in so deep Colt felt like he was being rearranged, he stopped. The waistband of Beau’s sweatpants rubbed against the back of his thighs, and that was fuckinghot. Hadn't even had the patience to get undressed, and now he was fucking Colt in those sweatpants that had been the subject of so many of Colt's filthiest fantasies.