My body is literally on fire when I lay him on the bed. I raise up from kissing him to strip my shirt off quickly then l lean back against him, kissing him softly at first. My hands smoothing over his thick biceps. I savor the way his flesh feels against mine, marking each inch of him to memory. The way his skin goose-bumps under my touch.

"I love you, Baby. God I'm so marked for you, Jason Copeland." I whisper hoarsely against his chest as I push the T-shirt up over his chest and I mean every word with every fiber of my being and every beat of my heart. His body moves beneath me and I look down at him, but he is just trying to help me pull the shirt over his head not move away from me. Still I take nothing for granted in thinking that this is Jay's way of 'forgiving me' or even accepting what I have done.

Oh hell no, this is just Jay's body betraying him. I know this. His mind is already set on leaving me but his heart and body has not yet come to terms with that discussion and his body { and heart } is my only hope of keeping him and I begin my ruthless savage taking of his beautiful body and he responds as only *MY* Jay can. I hear the low guttural purring sounds careening from deep in his throat as I swirl my tongue over his nipple, sucking it roughly to a hard beaded tip on his chest leaving my mark over his heart. He raises slightly to pull the shirt the rest of the way over his head then lets his body fall back to the mattress beneath him.

It is now my chance to lean up, unsnapping his jeans with my teeth the way he likes me to do. I kiss the thin tuft of hair just above that zipper, my tongue smoothing through the baby fine course hair as I feel his body begin to tremble. "Jay," I moan his name against his belly button, letting my tongue delve into it's crevice and again he moans sensuously. I look up at him. His eyes are closed. His hands buried in the folds of the sheet. "Touch me, Jay. Please touch me." I say but he does not. I slide his jeans over his narrow hips, kissing and biting as they move down his thighs and ankles. Tossing them to the floor. "Look at me, baby." I moan as I stand next to the bed, sliding my own pants off my hips, letting them fall to the floor I step out of them. My thick erection catches his attention and he runs his tongue seductively over his full pouty lips.

I move over him, licking my fingers I run them around his asshole, moving partially up in him with one long finger. His body arches to my touch as I knew it would. I dip my head to smooth my lips over his stomach and I feel his muscles ripple beneath my hungry mouth. My hair falls to his chest and he moans loudly, but when he would normally be fisting his hand through my hair by this time, he still refuses to touch me.

If he is trying to hurt me, it is working wonders at shattering my heart. I push my finger deeper into him. "Roll over on your stomach." I nearly growl the words, biting back the pain he is causing me, he obeys me. Part of him knowing better then to try to fight me on this.Especially now, in my present state. I lower my head, moving my tongue along the globe of his ass, tasting the saltiness of his bare flesh, then run it around his tight asshole, delving it in and out, sucking on him deeply. That movement brings a wild cry from his parted lips as I pull him up to his knees. My hand grabs his sac that is already filled with his hot semen. "Oh, baby." I moan against his ass, my hand gently squeezing at his sac as I again slid my tongue over his opening.

His breathing is harsh air being pulled in and out of his lungs as I bury one finger into his asshole again moving it in and out. His breath catches as I hit his prostate expertly.

"You like that don't you, baby." It's not meant as a question but instead to probe for his response. He cries out as a second finger enters him and I begin to make a scissors type movement with them thrust deeply into him. Again his body betrays him as he pushes his hips towards me almost violently.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" I ask, my teeth nipping at his ribcage sharply. "Not quite yet." I answer my own question hearing his moaning protest as I remove my fingers, putting the lube on them then thrusting a bit roughly back into his wet opening. I move my fingers in and out and with my other hand I start to pump on his jutting erection. He is so fucking hard I damn near lose my load just grasping onto his. "Oh baby...You are so fucking hard for me." I groan against his back and again my fingers hit his prostate as a faint line of sticky juice begin to form at the bulbous head of his cock. He cries out louder as I remove my fingers from him again, grasping the tube of lube I shift him to his back, handing him the tube. "Put it on me, baby. I want to feel your hands on me." He groans, looking up at my jutting cock, grabbing the tube from me he puts it in his hand, heating it with his warm flesh then begins to smooth his hand up and down my hard cock. I hiss the breath through my teeth as my head bends back. I am literally shivering at this time though it is no where near cold, my body trembles uncontrollably.

"Oh god, baby. Yessss. I need you, Jay." I rock my hips against his hand and he kisses me, taking me by total surprise, his mouth ravishes mine. He bites at my bottom lips then smooths the tip of his tongue over to caress the stinging pain then he pushes it past my parted lips, delving it deep into my mouth. He uses that tongue with expert precision movement as his hand has more then appropriately covered my cock with the lube but still moves it up and down in a steady tight rhythm. "Get on your knees, Adam." He groans against my parted mouth and I obey quickly. Shoving my ass in the air, he kneads the curve of my ass. I feel the lube against my opening. "Jay," I groan his name, pushing my ass up higher for him to enter easily. I am at his mercy and with one fluid movement he was buried to the hilt and I felt it fully. My body tightens over his engorged cock as my fingers twisted into the sheets beneath me. My head bent back as a sharp cry tears from my throat. If I am at his mercy, he has none. Jay pounds into me ruthlessly. His hands grasping my hips, holding me in place as his hips slams savagely against my ass. Skin on skin. Pounding. Flesh slapping noisily together. "Jay...Oh god...Jay. Fuck yes. Yes baby yes!" I moan aloud, barely able to grasp a conscious thought much less actual words that make any nuance of sense.

Leaning up on his calves he pulls me with him, driving his cock even deeper inside me. If thats at all possible. His hand circles around my waist, grasping my jutting cock moving up and down my entire length, keeping the same steady pace of his own heavy cock thrusting firmly up my ass. I am by now clutching backwards for his hips, driven nearly insane with the heat tearing through my body as I begin to literally shatter. Purposely I clench my muscles over his hard cock, holding him tightly, pulling him deeper inside me, milking him and he cries out at the wild sensations this causes his body. "Oh yessss." He growls beyond his control as his hot seed releases deep within me. His body still ruthlessly pounding against mine.

"Jay...Fuck...Yes....Jay...Harder." I whimper. Yes, he has me whimpering as his hand pumps hard on my cock. Within seconds, I am exploding in his hand. My fingers biting into his hips, no doubt leaving very dark bruises in my wake and he is still pounding against me fiercely. His hand buries deep against my shoulder blades as he bends me forward and takes me "Doggie style" I am totally lost by this time. My entire body is convulsing as my hot semen pours onto the sheets and down my thighs. He is exploding in me again. I scream his name this time, feeling his body as it stiffens for a moment while he completely empties into me. His cry mingles with mine in the humid, sex filled air around us.

A few minutes later, he is holding me against him. Anchoring me to him. My body is spent and sore from the ferocity of our love making. Muscles ache that I never knew I had and the old groin is back to one-hundred percent once again; thanks in no small part to my precious Jay. "Jay," I am still breathing heavily, my body still shaking as if I were cold. "Do you forgive me?" I whisper the words and pray that somehow he can find it in his heart to say yes.

"Not yet." He answers, turning me to my back, settling between my parted thighs. "But we can keep trying....and I may find it in my heart to forgive you before the night is over." He smiles and my heart melts as he again begins a slow caressing sweep over my newly aroused cock with his tongue. I look up and him, moaning, I let my head fall back against the pillows as he slides his mouth over the head, taking me all the way to the back of his throat.