Free See the Light by Cassandra Carr

settled his body over Jason’s, one hand on the bedspread on each side of him, and thrust with slow, measured movements.
“So good…”
Noticing the younger man’s dick was still rock-hard, he asked, “Can you maneuver enough to touch yourself?”
Jason gave a grunt. “Not sure I want to.”
Patrick stopped. “Why?”
“Damn it, fuck me, Patrick! Because I wanna concentrate on this.”
He couldn’t stop the chuckle. “I doubt you’d get too distracted.”
“If I was pulling on my cock, I would.”
“I want you to come.”
“And I will,” Jason answered with an exasperated sigh, “as soon as you do.”
He couldn’t argue with that logic. “Can I go faster?”
“Shit, yeah. Harder, faster, yes. I want it.”
“You like it a little rough?”
Jason barked out a laugh. “I’m a two-hundred-plus-pound professional hockey player. What do you think?”
“Then hold on.” Patrick reared up onto his knees and grabbed Jason’s hips in a bruising grip. “You want me to fuck you? I’ll fuck you.” He pulled the other man back onto his dick again and again, and Jason went with it, using his own momentum to help Patrick along. Soon the sounds of flesh slapping together filled the room, along with myriad grunts and groans from both men. “Come.”
“Can’t.”
“Yes. You. Can.” Patrick nailed Jason’s prostate on each word, and the other man cried out. “Fucking come for me.” Pushing inside so far he saw stars, Patrick went over, his teeth clacking together and his head thrown back. Vaguely he heard Jason get his own release, and much as he would’ve liked to have watched as Jason came for the first time with a dick buried in his ass, it was impossible, so he concentrated on not passing out as Jason’s tight ass contracted around him.
Mindful of the condom, Patrick pulled out immediately but took his time doing so, knowing it could be painful for Jason. As he left the bed, Patrick’s eyes stung. Jason had trusted him enough to let him do this. Knowing Jason’s past as the other man had explained it to him, Patrick was truly touched he had trusted him enough to allow this to happen.
He took a few moments in the bathroom to compose himself before grabbing a warm washcloth to take back to bed. Jason was on his back, his spent cock lying against his thigh and one arm thrown over his face.
“Want this?”
Jason moved his arm enough to look at what was in Patrick’s hand. He nodded. “Yeah, thanks, man. Tissues really weren’t getting it done.”
Patrick wiped Jason down with the washcloth before lying down beside him. “I want a nap.”
Jason chuckled. “Sure, old man. Did I wear you out? Should I get your cane so you don’t break a hip if you need to get up?”
Patrick elbowed the younger man. “Be nice, or I’ll make you sleep on the wet spot.”
“Make me? You and what army?”
Patrick elbowed him again. Before he could even take another breath, Jason was on top of him, straddling him as he pushed both arms over Patrick’s head.
Grinning, Jason said, “Hmm. I kinda like this. You’re at my mercy now. What should I do with you?”
“I’m sure you have a few ideas,” Patrick answered with a smirk. Why was it that every side Jason revealed was sexier than the last? Shit, he had it bad.
Jason leaned down, and, increasing the pressure on their joined hands as he put more weight on them, kissed Patrick. “That was pretty fucking good, but I think I need your ass too.”
Patrick stared up into Jason’s liquid brown eyes and shuddered. “You can have it.”
“Cold?”
“Yeah, a little,” Patrick lied.
He wasn’t about to tell Jason the thought of being overpowered while Jason pounded into his ass was a huge turn-on. Patrick wasn’t submissive by any means, but since he was usually bigger and stronger than the men he had sexual encounters with, the idea of a guy who could not only hold his own but quite possibly bend Patrick to his will was pretty fucking intoxicating. He felt the strength