Two Player Game

~Chapter Eighty-One~

He looks down at him to connect their lips. Rich smiles against those wonderful lips, moving a hand to the waist of Jake's jeans. Jake's hand slides into his jeans, lightly rubbing his dick. Rich sighs and whimpers very softly, sliding a hand into Jake's hair and the other around to his ass, continuing to kiss him. Jake sticks in his tongue, rubbing a little harder. It elicits a small moan from the back of Rich's throat. He squeezes Jake's ass lightly.

"You like that, baby? You want me to do it again?"

"Mhn. Y-Yeah." Jake does it again and keeps going. And Rich bites back loud noises, only giving him small whimpers and groans.

"Fuck, J-Jake."

"Who?" He grins making one harder than the others.

"Ah- D-Daddy ~ !" Jake kisses down his neck, definitely leaving some marks.. reaching his hand into his boxers. Rich makes a strange noise and slides his arms around Jake's neck, hips rolling into his hand.

"Shit- that's good." Soon Jake is tearing his pants and underwear off, his shirt sliding off in the process. He kisses down his chest. Rich is putty in his hands.

"C-C-C'mon, you can do better than that. Wreck m-me." He lays down on his stomach, in between his legs. Wrapping his arms around his thighs, kissing the inside.

"Shit shit shit- Jake, c'mon." it comes out as a whine, high and needy.

"Something, anything, fuck me up, daddy, please."

"Well, since you asked nicely..." he licks up the underside of his cock, licking around the tip as well. Such a tease. He moans lowly.

"You're such a prick, c'mon Jake." He wraps his mouth around it and starts bobbing his head slowly. Rich rakes his hand through his hair to keep it off his forehead, breathing shakily, the other tangling in Jake's hair, tugging a bit.

"Shit-" he hums, vibrating it as he rubs circles in his thigh with his thumbs.

Rich whines in the back of his throat. "I- Jake, fuck, I wanted- not that I'm complaining -" Jake pulls off.

"Fuckin' wait for it. I'm workin' on it"

"All right, all right, just - fuckin hell, dont stop working on it then." Jake starts again, going faster and just giving his best. Rich has dissolved into a moaning, shaking mess. Jake's best is very VERY good. Jake tries to take in all of him. He's not as good as Jared when it comes to this. He pops off right before he completes. It's apart of the plan. Rich can't breath right, his head spins with how good it felt.

"Okay... Okay, I love you, just want you to know that." Jake pulls his own pants off and reaches for the lube,

"I swear to God, if you don't make me cum again I'm gonna be so upset." he sighs into a smile. "You've done it before. Don't want that to have been a fluke."

"Oh I can do it again. Dont worry." He sticks a finger in slowly. Rich whimpers.

"Better hope so, Jakey." He soon sticks another finger in, stretching him out.

"Hah... That's good. But it's not quite - Fuuuuuuuuck yeah, you found the spot, hit it right there, daddy, fuck." He hits it again.

"Shit- Mhm, there there there, oh fuck."

"You want a third, or are you ready?"

"G-Gimme a third. Gotta make sure." He slides in a third finger, hitting the spot. Rich shudders and moans.

"Oh fuck, Jake..." Jake smiles. He loves hearing his name out of his mouth.

"I'm ready, swear I am, I need you, Jake." He pulls his fingers out and positions them, slowly sliding his dick in. Rich breathes heavily.