~Reynold’s POV~
Frederick looked at me with quiet satisfaction.
"Sweet boy," he murmured.
He reached for a tissue from the side compartment, cleaned his hand carefully, then tossed it aside.
I stared up at him, still breathing hard.
I couldn’t tell him how good that felt. I’ve masturbated so many times, but nothing has ever felt like this.
He looked down at me, a faint smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "You came too fast."
"No one has ever done that to me before," I whispered, my voice trembling.
Frederick smiled. He sat up and moved back until he was resting against the headboard.
"Come here," he said quietly.
I shifted closer on the bed.
He slid his arms under me, lifted me easily, and settled me on his lap so I was facing him, straddling his thighs. His mouth found mine again, kissing me deep and slow while his hands stroked up and down my back.
Between kisses, he pulled back just enough to speak against my lips, his voice low and intimate.
"Next time I’ll take longer with my mouth. I’ll make you come twice before I fuck you." His fingers brushed lightly over my hole. "I’ll take you slow against the window so you can watch the clouds while I fill you. You’ll ride me until your legs shake... and afterward I’ll hold you close and tell you every filthy, sweet thing I plan to do to you next while I fuck you hard."
I chuckled softly under my breath. There won’t be a next time. There’s no way I’m doing this with you again. Everything ends the moment we land. I’m only doing this because you saved me. Once it’s over, it’s over.
Frederick pulled back, reaching toward the built-in compartment beside the bed. He pulled out a packet and a bottle of lube, looking at me steadily.
"I love it raw, Reynold, but I don’t know your medical history yet. So we’ll use this."
I didn’t say a word, simply staring at his heavy, throbbing length.
"Be a good boy and wear it for me," he instructed, placing the packet into my shaking hands.
With fumbling fingers, I tore open the wrapper and rolled the condom down his thick, massive shaft.
He took the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount into his palm before slicking his fingers. With infinite, careful patience, he lifted me slightly higher on his lap and pressed two slick fingers against my tight entrance.
I hissed, a sharp gasp tearing from my lips as I froze up.
He leaned in, kissing me deeply to distract from the tension, and then glided his fingers smoothly inside.
Ohh... A broken groan slipped out.
"Breathe, Reynold," he murmured, pressing deeper, stretching me open with expert slowness. "Relax for me, sweet boy."
He pulled out, added more lube, and slid back inside, working his fingers until my body stopped fighting and began to grip around him, softly aching to be filled.
When he felt I was fully ready, he pulled his fingers out, lifted my hips a little higher, and pressed the thick head of his length right against my hole.
"Relax," he murmured, his lips brushing mine. "I’m about to go inside you."
I looked into his dark eyes, shaking as the full weight of what was about to enter me settled over me.
He parted my legs wider and slowly guided me down onto him.
I gasped as the heavy weight filled me.
Then he pushed forward.
The stretching burn hit instantly, tearing a choked cry from my throat. It felt impossibly massive, filling every tight inch of me so completely that I froze, hot tears spilling over my lashes.
Frederick stopped moving. He didn’t thrust. He didn’t rush. He kept me sitting right there on top of him, anchoring me against his chest, kissing my collarbone, and licking away the salt of my tears.
"Relax," he murmured soothingly. "It will feel good after the pain."
I couldn’t speak, but as the initial shock subsided and my body calmed under his steady warmth, he slowly began to move.
I clutched blindly at his shoulders, telling myself this was just the price I had to pay so we could be even.
Slowly, the raw pain began to bleed into an intense heat. The low, steady hum of the private jet, the soft music floating through the cabin, the weight of his cock buried inside me, everything conspired against my resolve. I shouldn’t have been enjoying any of it, but I was. Frederick wasn’t just taking what he wanted. He was guiding me, letting me feel every single second of what it meant to be truly claimed.
I closed my eyes as he thrust deeper inside me. The wet sound of skin against skin filled the space between us. His hands gripped my waist, guiding me.
"Ride me, sweet boy," he whispered against my ear.
I began to move my hips, rocking tentatively on his cock. Frederick’s hands stayed steady on my waist, controlling the rhythm, showing me how.
"That’s it," he murmured, voice low and patient. "You can do better. Roll your hips... yes, like that. Feel how deep I am when you take me all the way down."
He guided me through every movement, teaching me how to rise and sink, how to grind against him, how to use my body to take what I needed.
His hand moved with quiet authority, cupping my chin to tilt my face upward as his thumb brushed across my cheekbone.
"Open your eyes, Reynold," he said.
I lifted my heavy lashes, my vision swimming as I met his dark, unblinking stare.
"You’re sitting right on top of my cock," he whispered, his hands sliding down to grip my waist and dictate the slow, deliberate rhythm of my hips. "Ride me. Satisfy yourself. Let me know when it feels good, I want to hear you moan."
He shifted beneath me, driving upward with a deeper stroke that dragged a broken cry straight from my throat.
"Tell me to push deeper and fuck you harder," he urged, his voice rough with a hunger that made my head spin.
I stayed silent, trapped in the dizzying current of his control, my mind scattering under the weight of his gaze.
He didn’t wait for permission. He surged upward again, hitting a place that made my vision blur. A broken moan spilled from my lips, melting my last defense.
"Huh—fuck me harder," I moaned, the words tearing past my lips before I could stop them.
"Let me hear your voice," he demanded, his grip tightening like a vice on my hips as he locked us into a relentless, driving rhythm.
"Please... fuck me deeper," I begged, every shred of pride burning away in the soft light of the cabin. "Please..."
He shifted his grip, his hands sliding to cup my hips from behind, lifting me just enough to alter the angle before he drove forward, the pace shifting from deliberate to a relentless, punishing rhythm.
I gasped, licking my dry lips as his heavy weight drove into me, pushing me straight to the edge of sanity.
Slap, slap, slap.
The heavy, wet sound of skin against skin echoed through the quiet cabin as I rose and fell over him, entirely at his mercy.
He leaned up, his warm breath ghosting across my chest before his mouth suddenly closed hot and greedy over my nipple. The intense contrast of his teeth grazing my sensitive skin while his thick cock drove deep inside left me completely unglued.
"That’s it," he murmured against my skin, his hand wrapping around my cock, stroking me in rapid, punishing sync with his deep thrusts.
The friction coiled higher and higher, tightening in my chest until the rest of the world dissolved into ash and smoke.
His hand sped up, stroking faster along my length, trapping every ragged breath in my throat. "Cum for me, Reynold," he growled.
"Ah—yes, yes, I can’t hold on, I’m close—" I choked out, a broken moan spilling past my lips as my vision blurred.
Frederick’s voice was a dark, driving command right against my ear. "Give it all to me."
"Fuck, I’m cumming—"
The white-hot wave finally broke over me, shattering every thought in my head. I cried out, spilling hard across his hand and chest as my body shuddered violently against his frame.
He didn’t slow his pace. Instead...