“Fuck, Sinclair.” Dom pushed his tip into Jesse’s mouth, a thick, demanding length that forced its way deeper. Jesse dripped. He sucked on Dom, groaning when Dom fucked in, plowing into his mouth just like how he would further down.
Except Dom pulled out, glistening with wetness. “Put the rest on.”
Jesse stifled his groan. “But I need you inside.”
Dom’s smile curved his lips, hungry and dangerous. “Yeah. And you groan every fucking time you put a donut on me.”
He cupped the side of Jesse’s head, rubbing his tip over Jesse’s mouth—a lewd sort of kiss. Then he pushed it in again, so deep that he hit the back of Jesse’s throat. Jesse’s nose crammed against the closest donut, compressing it against the rest.
He wanted to swear, but he couldn’t around Dom’s cock.
“Fuck,” Dom hissed, pulling out, thrusting back in, his length rubbing wet and intimate inside Jesse’s mouth. Jesse dug his fingers into Dom’s thighs, sucking on Dom, trying not to blow his own load.
“Want my come?” Dom growled, pushing deeper, heavy on Jesse’s tongue. “Down your throat? Or in your ass?”
Then he thrust deep like he was trying to slide into Jesse’s throat and open it. Jesse wheezed, his cock so hard, it fucking hurt. “Dom,” he gasped.
Dom pulled out, his tip dripping with Jesse’s saliva, the donuts crammed together on his cock. “Eat them now, and I’ll fuck you raw.”
Jesse grabbed a fifth donut. He needed to see it again. He pushed it down gently onto Dom’s tip, biting off his groan when Dom stretched it slowly, tearing that innocent opening apart.
Dom snapped his hips, ripping open that hole. “That’s how I’ll open you, Sinclair.”
Precome squirted out of Jesse. With a groan, he sank his teeth into the closest donut. It was rich and chocolatey and fluffy, and he swallowed it down, the heat of Dom’s length radiating into his cheek. Jesse ate the next donut, then the next, groaning at the sinful decadence that was Dom’s gift to him, wrapped around the most delicious thing of all.
With each donut he ate, Jesse exposed more of Dom—until he reached the last one, lunging at it, all but inhaling that treat, his mouth smeared with chocolate.
Dom growled, sliding his fingers across Jesse’s cheek. He gathered the chocolate on the pads of his fingers, before pushing them into Jesse’s mouth. “Suck,” Dom murmured. “That’ll get them ready for you.”
Jesse’s breath punched out of him. He licked around Dom’s fingers, getting them thoroughly soaked. Then he began to suck, lightly at first, then harder and harder, until Dom’s breath hitched, and he pulled his fingers out of Jesse’s mouth, pushing his cock back in.
“This is what you’ll get,” Dom snarled, shoving deep into Jesse’s mouth. “Every single inch of it.”
He fucked in hard, and Jesse choked, struggling to get his clothes off. He needed to get naked, he needed to give Dom all of himself. “Trying, can’t—”
Dom slid out. “Get on the bed. I’ll strip you myself.”
Every part of Jesse’s body tingled. He grabbed the donut box and staggered down the hallway. Dom caught up with him, grasping Jesse’s ass through his pants. Then he growled, “You need more donuts?”
“Not leaving them at the door.”
He’d barely set them on the nightstand, when Dom grabbed Jesse’s pants and ripped them down his thighs, completely exposing his ass. Jesse had a second to gasp. Dom hauled Jesse against his chest and shoved his damp fingers between Jesse’s cheeks, cramming his fingertips against Jesse’s hole.
“‘Donut’, Sinclair.” His breath fell hot on Jesse’s ear, his touch a promise on Jesse’s skin.
“Fuck you.”
Dom’s laugh was low, rough. And he pushed so hard against Jesse’s hole that Jesse yielded around him, stretching open, taking Dom inside. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Dom growled. He swirled his fingers around, finding that sensitive spot, shoving down on it.
Sparks burst through Jesse’s vision. Pleasure razed through his limbs. He swore and arched, knocking Dom’s arms away. If Dom really wanted this, then he could come get Jesse.
Jesse crawled onto the bed, trying to kick off his pants. Dom grabbed his foot and yanked his leg out from under him. Jesse lost his balance, thumping against the mattress. His stitches pulled, but he didn’t care. “Fuck off, Dom—”
Dom was upon him in a second, grabbing Jesse’s pants, tearing them clean off his legs. Over his shoulder, Jesse glimpsed Dom shrugging out of his clothes—so he was entirely naked, all glorious muscle, his gaze ink-black with hunger.
But if there was one thing Dom loved, it was Jesse spread out for him. Jesse parted his knees and knelt, leaning forward, showing Dom his ass. His hole was probably exposed, and he could tell when Dom—
Dom snarled and lunged, bowling Jesse forward. Jesse’s chest hit the mattress. Dom shoved their hips together, his cock sliding hot against the crease of Jesse’s thigh. Then he moved it, and it pressed thick and hungry against Jesse’s balls, a threat and promise rolled into one.
Jesse groaned, grinding back. The pressure wasn’t enough. But he loved when Dom’s cock whispered against his own, intimate and light, their sensitive parts rubbing together.
“Gonna open that hole, Sinclair,” Dom rasped, leaning forward, their hips pressed snug. He reached for the lube on the nightstand, squirting a dollop onto his fingers. Jesse’s blood thrummed. Then a cool touch brushed over his hole, and Dom pushed his fingers inside, swirling them around. Prepping Jesse for his entrance.
Jesse’s breath punched out of him. Dom hadn’t used this much lube before. But this only meant that Dom would go rougher this time, harder than he’d ever done.
He reached back, grasping his cheeks, spreading them wider.
“Stop that,” Dom hissed, but he leaned back, lubing up his cock with one swift stroke. Then he nudged his blunt, slippery tip against Jesse’s hole, a light pressure against where Jesse was most vulnerable. “How do you want this?”
“Inside,” Jesse hissed, shoving
