Page 76 of Break Points and Face Offs

“How long do you think you’ll last?” he asks with a hint of goading.

“I am not turning this into a fucking comp… ohh.”

His hand wraps around me as he rolls the condom all the way to the base.

“What was that?” he asks with a smirk. Only Priestley fucking Rosenthal could smirk while jerking you off.

“Competition,” I manage to choke out.

I open my eyes so I can see him spread lube down my cock while I thrust into his hand.

My head swims with all kinds of affectionate words I don’t let myself say. I’d be enamored with anyone doing this to me. But Priestley’s already made it clear he finds me … unsuitable. Whatever happens, I need to at least maintain a shred of dignity.

I have to grip his forearm to thrust more satisfactorily into his hand.

“That’s enough,” he says. I hate how that lilt of authority has me almost begging.

He takes his hand away. I bite back the whine, line myself up and push his thighs back until they’re flush against his stomach.

I should find satisfaction in having Priestley in a position like this. But somehow, even with him on his back and splayed open for me, he’s the one in control right now. He’s always the one in control.

He brings his hips up to meet me and I slide the tip in and stay still. I can feel the blood pumping. The heat spreading up my neck. Priestley’s breath is ragged and his pupils blown as he watches me.

“Ready?”

He nods.

I thrust deeper and he throws his head back and moans.

My eyelids get heavy and I bite my lip as I bottom out, Priestley’s moan turning into a gasp. His eyes fly open and the blush from his neck spreads up his cheeks.

His eyes are saying, Fuck, that’s it.

I pull out half way and thrust again. Every nerve ending tingles with want. With pleasure. Fuck, please tell me this feels as good for him as it does for me.

From the way he’s digging his heels into my ass and meeting me on every thrust, I’d say he’s at least into it.

He puts his hands on my shoulders as we get into a rhythm.

I think he’s going to push me away when I come down to kiss him, but instead he puts his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me deeper into the kiss, moaning into my mouth.

“I want to get on top,” he says when he pulls free.

I pull out and immediately miss being inside him. But he quickly throws me onto my back and straddles my waist before sinking back onto my cock and riding me until I’m cross-eyed.

I never thought I’d say this, but I need to be closer to Priestley. Leaning up on my elbow, I pull him closer and kiss him, gripping him by the hip.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I say. I’m not sure enough blood cells are where they should be right now, so I just say whatever comes to mind without a second thought. I don’t even know if Priestley’s listening anyway. Or if he’s just using me as a human dildo. I realize I don’t want to be used as a human dildo and make him look at me.

“What?”

“Do you like me?”

“God, you’re needy.”

“Tell me.”

“Yes, I fucking like you.”