Jake almost cries when Cougar's strong fingers curl around his wrist, digging in sharply enough to hurt, prying his hand away from his dick.

"Cougar..." he whines piteously, muffled by the bed, a long shudder crawling down his spine as Cougar's hand replaces his own on his cock and starts to stroke. At least he has that relief, and he's grateful for it, too grateful, really. He wants to give some kind of warning, but his orgasm washes over him too quickly for him to do anything more than moan brokenly and shake as he spills all over Cougar's fingers.