Sweat drips from his nose onto my chest. His strokes turning erratic, grip just about on the side of too tight watching my face like a hawk. Waiting for me to slip up. I breathe wild clenching my eyes shut.
"You wanna cum so bad, don't ya? Can see it in your eyes. You're tremblin', holdin' your breath, tryin' to keep some control." He says before leaning down and licking a stripe up my throat.
"Let it go. Alex. Come on."
His hand twists on the upstroke, thumb digging into that spot just under my head.
"C'mon, Alex. Give it up for me. Show me what you look like when you fall apart."
He is half-hard again already, just from this—watching me struggle, feeling me fight what he does to me. His hips grind against my thigh absently.
"Be a good boy and cum for me Alex. Then maybe I'll let you return the favor." He whispers into my skin.
My eyes snap open hearing his teasing whispers. "Mmmm..." I moan out as I get closer. The weight of him on top of me feels delicious while his hand tugs away at my senses freely. "Fuck... Buck I… I'm gonna." I moan out as I start cumming between us.
He watches me unravel beneath him, eyes glued to my face like it's the best show he has seen all year. His hand keeps stroking working me through it, stroking slow now, drawing out every last bit.
"That's it. That's fuckin' beautiful." He smiles into the words then presses soft kisses on my jaw.
I pulse hot against his palm, making a mess between us, he groans low in his throat. His hips grinding against my thigh, fully hard again already, the friction making my head spin.
"Damn, Alex. Look at you." He pulls back a bit still smiling as he milks the last drops from me, then bring his hand up to examine the mess. His grin crooked in the distant firelight. Without breaking eye contact, he licks a stripe up his palm, tasting me. I blush at the obscene sight.
"Mm." His voice drops low, "You taste even better than I thought you would."
He collapses half on top of me, his weight pressing me into the blankets. His cock nudging against my hip, still hard, still wanting. He presses his forehead to mine, both of us panting and just staring at each other.
"Now Alex," he starts saying before rolling his hips, sliding himself against my slick stomach. "You got me all worked up again. And I did say I'd let you return the favour."
He smiles then brings one hand to cup my jaw, thumb dragging across my bottom lip.
"What do you think, Alex? You got more in you? Or you need a minute?" He asks already moving against me, not waiting for an answer, chasing his own friction.
I smile. "My turn to make you moan." I say without skipping a beat I grab his ass and pull him closer to me. My own cock twitching back to life. "Not getting away with that small win so easily cowboy." I whisper into his ear. I don't like losing.
A surprised grunt punches out of him when I grabbed his ass, and for half a second his hips stutter against me. Then he laughs, low and dark, cock jumping against my stomach. "Oh, so you admit that was a win then?" He asks with a twinkle in his eye. Shifting his weight, letting his thigh press hard against my half-hard cock, grinding down.
"Darlin', I ain't even started competin' yet." He coos into my mouth before pulling back mouth finding my neck, teeth scraping over the spot he bit earlier, soothing it with his tongue. One hand pins my wrist above my head again while his other hand reaches back, covering my hand on his ass and pressing it harder into the muscle.
"You want another round? You want to see who breaks first this time?" He asks excited rolling his hips, dragging his cock against mine again both of us slick and sensitive. The sensation makes me hiss through my teeth.
"Cause I got no problem goin' all night. Done worse for less and we have sooo much time." He says before gripping my wrist tighter and he lifts his head, brown eyes drilling into mine, challenging.
I'm still panting the slick between us getting dry. I'm about to say something clever before another thrust steals the sound from me.
"But if you're thinkin' you're gonna flip this on me Alex, you got another thing comin'. I don't submit. Not for nobody but you can try if you'd like." He says daring me. Grinding down again, harder this time. "So what's your play, Alex? You wanna keep fightin' me for it or you going to let me take care of you?"
I start laughing the chuckle escaping from deep in my chest. "That sounds like a challenge if I've ever heard one cowboy. How exactly am I supposed to back down now?" I ask thrusting against him particularly hard. The moan that slips out of him sends a jolt straight through me, and I answer with one of my own, rough and unfiltered against his throat.
"Fuck, that's it." He says releasing my wrist and grabbing my hip instead, yanking me up against him. Our cocks slide together, slick and hot, and he sets a brutal pace, grinding us together with purpose. Me trying to squeeze out any sound I could and him trying to do the same. Damn I've started liking his sounds a little too much.
"You want a challenge?" He asks curiously his hand sliding between us, wrapping around both of us again, stroking in time with my thrusts. "Here's your challenge. Last one to beg gets to top." He says mischievously before leaning down grinning against my jaw, teeth scraping lightly. "Word of warning I ain't begged for nothin' in twenty years." He says his thumb working over both our heads, smearing precum and come together, the sensation making my thighs shake. I'm sensitive as hell but I don't slow him down, can't, not with him above me looking at me like that. Like I'm the most precious interesting toy he has ever had. "C'mon, city boy. Show me what you got." He whispers in my ear.