“Is there more to this,Captain?” I demanded hoarsely. “Because I’m not super into it, gotta be honest.”
Jay flattened himself against me, the heat of his smooth chest fucking delicious against my back, and I realized he’d gotten rid of his shirt at some point. He ran one hand over the curve of my ass, then around to cup my cock, which was rock hard even though nothing had touched it but cool air and sunshine.
“I think you’re lying,” he gritted out. “I think you like having my eyes on you.”
“Fuck, Jay, don’t stop,” I pleaded. “I like having any part of you on any part of me, but I’ve gotta say, I like your hands better than your eyes.”
“Yeah? Like this?” Jay caressed the length of me from root to tip, and I writhed.
“More,” I commanded. “Harder. Tighter. Justmore.”
But apparently driving me demented was part of the fantasy for him, because he took his sweet damn time, jacking me lightly while he dragged his mouth over each vertebra of my spine from my nape to my ass, licking and sucking and murmuring soft nonsense into my skin.
“I want to make you feel phenomenal, Rafe Goodman. I want to give you as much pleasure as you can handle… and then I want to give you more. I want to fuck you so deep, I’ll become part of your DNA, and you’ll start to see yourself the way I see you. Strong. Steadfast.Mine.”
I shuddered and shivered, both from the breath blowing over my sensitive skin and from the words he was saying. I felt them sinking into me, becoming part of me. God, I wanted him so badly.
“Jay—” I began.
When he reached the small of my back, he sank to his knees, pulling my cheeks apart to lick at my seam, and I forgot what I was going to say.
Then his tongue flattened over my hole, teasing the hypersensitive skin there and lighting up every nerve ending in my entire body, and I forgot how words worked entirely.
“Ohmahazmagad!”
He chuckled lightly and licked over me again, with just the tip this time, tracing the ring with tiny strokes that shot an electric current straight to my cock, making it legitpulseagainst my stomach in ecstasy and leak all over the place, too.
I’d never felt anything that good in my life, and it startled the fuck out of me. My biceps turned to jelly, and I ended up collapsing against the window with my cheek pressed to the glass, making rough, needy, animalistic noises I hadn’t known I could make.
I thrust my ass back against his face helplessly, begging him for more. More sensation, more fullness, morehim.
“Please, Jay?” I begged. “Fuck me.”
“Yeah.” He squeezed my ass roughly. “You want that?”
“Fuck yeah. There’snothingI don’t want with you.”
I reached behind me blindly, my fingers sliding off his smooth skin until I hooked my fingers around his hip and tugged him against me so his dick could ride the crease of my ass.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
Jay rutted against me, then pulled back shakily.
“Okay, shit. Strategic error. I forgot supplies. Just… just stay right there, sailor.” He leaned over to kiss me, hard and messy, and then he disappeared in a whirl.
I almost laughed because I loved him so damn much, it felt like it was bubbling out of me. I hadn’t felt this free in a really long time.
“There’s lube in my bag. It’s right on top of the suitcase,” I called over my shoulder.
“Okay.” He reappeared so fast I was pretty sure he’d broken land speed records and dumped the contents of my toiletry bag on the small table by the window. His hands shook, which I swear just made me feel crazier.
“Lube!” he said triumphantly, holding up a tube. “But… condoms?”
I blinked. Shook my head. “I wasn’t expecting to need any.”
His eyes met mine in a panic. “Oh, God. Me neither.”
I leaned over to grab his wrist. “Do we need them? I…” I swallowed. “I haven’t been with anyone in alongtime, and I’ve been tested.”
