Mio Amore Rosso

Remembering the past

Jason's POV 18yrs old
*smut*

Moans ripped through my chest and out past my lips. The muscles in my back and hips tensed up, shaking against the wall. When my head lulled forward, it hit Jack's shoulder.

I had to remind myself to keep my hands off him, though. It was his one rule during sex. I didn't understand it, but I obeyed anyway.

It's not like I could have touched him now even if I wanted to, with my wrists tied behind me by his school uniform tie.

He panted out into my hair, gripping my hips firmly, above the slowly healing bruises already there from last time.

His hips slammed into mine, pushing me back harder against the wall, forcing another moan out of me and into his shoulder.

Instinctively, I bit down on him slightly, trying to quiet myself. In response, his hand gripped my hair, pulling hard and forcing my head back up. "Shit! Jason, what the hell!"

I grimaced, whimpering out at his tone. "S-s-sorry." My chest heaved, and I hiccuped. When he let go of my hair, I let my head rest back against the wall, just closing my eyes tightly and biting my lip.

His thrusts deepened as his hold on my waist loosened, allowing gravity to help out a little. "Jack!"

My breath hitched, slight pain coursing through my hips and pelvis. Tears pricked at my eyes, but I held them back, trying my best to be good.

He huffed slightly, then held me up again, relieving some of the pressure. Sighing in relief, I just went limp in his arms, letting him finish inside me with a string of moans.

He stilled finally and moved from the wall, bringing me to the bed to lay me down. My eyes were still closed as I panted, catching my breath slowly. When he pulled out, I hissed sharply, then relaxed, humming out tiredly.

His hand caressed my cheek, thumbing away the few stray tears on my face. "These tears aren't necessary, Dolci. Are they?"

When I opened my eyes, his gaze held a heaviness. I knew I needed to answer. "No. Im sorry. Sometimes... I can't help it."

His features softened, and he nodded, placing a kiss to my stomach. "I don't hurt you, do I, dolci?" His hands ran up and down my sides soothingly as I took a deep breath, shaking my head. "No."

He didn't. Not really. If he did, it was my fault.

He smiled, kissing up my chest then. Finding my left nipple, he bit down softly. I arched up, my cock twitching in between us. Still fully hard and dripping a mess onto my stomach.

It wasn't often that I came while he was in me. I never complained though. I never mentioned it either.

Jack noticed and pulled away, eyeing my cock before looking back up at me. Sucking in a weary breath, I bit my lip, just laying still under his gaze as I wondered what he was gonna do next.

"Jason, dolci, I'm worried about Roy." My eyebrows furrowed tightly in confusion as my lip popped back out. "Huh?"

Jack clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "How he acted today...dolci be honest with me now, did I hurt you unnecessary earlier?"

I stayed silent, trying to ignore his hand rubbing up and down my length. My cheeks were burning with a fresh blush as I stared at him. He squeezed at my base, causing me to seethe in discomfort.