Page 37 of Yours on the Canvas

“Sol, please… I’m right there… fuck me.” His voice breaks into a jagged sob, his forehead pressed hard against the mattress as his whole frame shakes. “Please, Silas… don’t make me wait.”

“As you wish, baby,” I whisper against his skin, sliding forward to take what’s mine.

I grab the lube, slicking up my fingers, and his body jolts forward when my fingers circle his wet, aching hole, and I slowly press one inside, my free hand resting heavily on his lower back as I draw a low, shuddering groan straight from Jack’s chest.

He thrusts back against my hand, taking my finger deep to the knuckle as I hunt for his prostate. The exact second my finger pad brushes over the sensitive bundle of nerves, his entire body seizes and jerks hard beneath me, muscles locking solid.

He screams out, a raw, piercing sound, as I press and rub against it again.

I let out a low, dark chuckle, the sound vibrating right against his damp skin. “You beg so prettily, dove,” I whisper, curving my hand as I slide a second finger in beside the first, stretching him wider before easing a third inside. I scissor my fingers apart, opening him up layer by layer until he’s slick and roaring for me.

“Patience, boy. You know I’m not small, and I don’t want to hurt you,” I add, my voice dropping into that firm, grounding tone he knows he has to obey, even while my fingers work relentlessly to prep him.

Jack throws his head back, his voice thick with reckless abandon. “I don’t give a shit, Silas. Just fuck me already.”

He whines, a miserable, broken sound. “I’m sorry. Please, Silas, please,” his hips shifting frantically as he tries to chase the contact, seeking me out.

I keep my hands to myself, letting the silence stretch between us. Every ragged breath he takes echoes in the quiet room, his body trembling with the unbearable ache of an unfilled need.

“Good enough,” I murmur finally, leaning in close so he can feel the heat of my breath against his skin.

Reaching down, I position myself at his entrance, pressing the heavy head of my cock against his slick, aching heat. I don’t push in yet—just let him feel the blunt, teasing weight of me, keeping him right on the edge of breaking.

A shiver runs right through him at the question, his muscles tightening before he forces himself to nod against the sheets.

“Yeah,” he breathes, the word a little rough around the edges. “I’m good, Silas. Ready.”

I stroke my thumb soothingly against the sensitive skin of his ankle, letting the quiet settle between us for just another heartbeat before I slide my hand up to grip his hip, anchoring him firmly in place.

“Good boy,” I murmur, aligning myself against his entrance.

I press forward slowly, letting the thick, hot head of my cock part him, stretching his tight, aching walls inch by inch. I don’t rush it; I give him every second to take me, letting him feel the heavy, overwhelming size of me filling him right up to the hilt until I’m buried deep inside his heat.

A shudder ripples through him, his hands clenching tight against the cuffs as I fill him completely, stretching every inch of his hot, tight walls until he’s completely wrapped around me.

I hold still for a heartbeat, letting him adjust to the heavy, overwhelming weight of me buried deep inside his heat. My hand rests firmly on his hip, anchoring him while my thumb strokes soothing circles into his skin.

“That’s it, dove. Take it,” I murmur, my voice low and thick against his ear.

I pull back slowly, just enough to let the friction burn, before sliding back down with a deep, deliberate thrust. Jack gasps, his forehead pressing harder into the sheets as his hips instinctively rock back to meet mine, chasing the rhythm.

I start building the pace, steady and relentless, driving into him with a heavy, sliding cadence that draws breathless, broken moans straight from his chest. Every time I hit his spot, his whole body seizes, and I lean down, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his shoulder as I fuck him harder, harder, letting the heat take us both over.

I stop, holding myself completely still inside him, giving him the time he needs to get used to me, to stretch around my size. I’m not a small man, and I take my time with my boy, letting him adjust to every single inch.

“Fuck, Baby, you take me so well.” I say, tracing a finger in tight, wet circles right around the edge of his stretched rim.

Jack cries out, throwing his back into an arch before dropping flat against the bed as his pants turn heavy and desperate. I push the rest of the way in, not stopping until my balls slap hard against his. Grabbing the vibrator, I lay it against his hole, as my finger hooks just inside his rim, teasing and testing the tight skin stretched around my base.

Jack’s back arches hard against me, his breath hitching as the relentless vibration hits his nerve endings all at once, doubling the friction of my thick cock filling him to the hilt.

“Please,” he gasps, the word tearing out of him in a ragged, broken plea. “Silas, please… don’t stop… I’m right there…”

I hold my breath, clamping down hard on my own escalating orgasm, and give a slow, deliberate twist of my hips, grinding against his prostate just as I ramp the vibrator up another notch.

His entire body seizes around me, muscles clamping down in a frantic, white-hot grip that threatens to strip the last shred of my control away.

“Look at you, taking it so fucking well,” I growl against his shoulder, my hand tightening on the chain of the cuffs to keep him pinned right where I want him. “Come for me, dove. Show me how good my boy can break.”