When he talked like that, I seriously wondered how I kept from losing it right there in the elevator.
“You want to talk to me, P?” I asked. We both knew he was distracting with sex, but in the tender afterglow, he might be willing to open up.
He shook his head. “Not yet, Jack,” he said, resting his forehead against mine for a moment.
I only just had the code entered and the door open, before Perrin’s large hands were on mine, and my back against the door, closing it. His lips sealed over mine with a restrained desperation. I thought about the boxes stacked - still not unpacked - at his place.
Suddenly, his hand came up to my throat, to that place that was now branded on me by him, grounding me every time it was there. I couldn’t stop the whimper, even if I wanted to, even if I knew it was coming before it was out. Perrin groaned in response, the long thumb coming up to place my mouth right where he wanted it.
He dipped his lips back to mine, making me push up against his hand, searching for more, but he was holding his hips back from the friction I wanted.
“Do you know what it’s like, Jack?” he asked, raspy, accented words coming against my lips between deep kisses.
“Wha. . ..” I fucking couldn’t think straight when he was against me, pressing his body to mine and mine into the door.
“Watching that perfect ass go down the mountain?” Perrin growled. More hot kisses, making me whimper again. “Watching you exhaust yourself?” He continued, coming up to ask the question, then dipping back to my lips. “Feeling how warm you are?”
I couldn’t answer, not when he was kissing me like that and I still couldn’t fucking think. Perrin like this was completely overwhelming to every sense I had. There was no room but to smell, hear, feel, and taste him.
“Makes me so hard for you, seeing you like that, knowing what you want, how you want me to take you,” Perrin finished between kisses.
Perrin talked like this often in bed, and it still gave me a shiver. I fucking loved it.
I kissed back then, hard and demanding.
“Need not to think for a while, Jack,” he whispered, his face buried in my neck.
It wasn’t always like this between us. We had done about everything two people could intimately do to each other in the past month, but there hadn’t been a day without skiing with Perrin and not a night I wasn’t sleeping beside him since the very first one.
When we skied like we had today, long and technical and hard, we ended up just like this, with him giving me everything I wanted and more. I moved to take off his clothes, to get his glorious golden skin near mine as soon as possible. Perrin hissed andput my hands above my head. That position almost buckled my knees with want, to be spread before him like that. I felt wanton, but the uncontrollable lust rolling over me was makingit soI simply didn’t care how desperate I came across.
He knew anyway.
“You touch me, Jack, and I swear to God I will come right now,” he warned, pulling a groan from me at his words. If he just kept talking to me in that low, accented voice, I would come too. The idea that this was getting to him as much as it was getting to me made my head swim.
“Turn around,” he said, pressing me against the wall as I did what he demanded. I could feel his hands taking off his clothes, while his mouth nipped and kissed my neck, sending continued tremors down my body. The next thing I knew, he was taking my pants down and I was moving to help, brushing against his skin. He placed my hands on the wall in a flash.
“Goddamn, you can’t touch me—my patience is too paper fucking thin. I need you too much right now,” he said against my neck, electricity whipping between us. “Keep your hands on the wall and don’t fucking move,” he growled, easing the words with his tone and his kisses down my now naked skin. I whimpered but went to do as he demanded of me.
We were finally, blissfully, naked. His large cock pressed against the seam of my ass. I could feel his cool skin against mine, surprised there wasn’t steam between my hot body and his cooler one. I was throbbing and leaking, my dick standing out straight, wanting his hands all over me.
Suddenly, there were lubed fingers against my hole, pressing and demanding.
“You drive me crazy, sweetheart, so fucking crazy,” he mumbled into my hair as I pressed and whimpered against his fingers. “Should plug you up on a Sunday morning, have you ready for me.”
“Fuck, Perrin,” my hands made fists on the wall. I never would have told you dirty talk in the bedroom did it for me, but with him, it definitely did.
“Jack,” he said, the sound of my name so rough and accented that I moved my head to the side and I caught his eyes. They were lust-blown and intense. “I want to fuck you though the goddamned floor,” he said with a tone of warning, his way of asking if I was on board, like he did every single time.
My eyes rolled back into my head at those words, as they sent a shutterthrough me, “Yes,” I nodded. “Yes.”
His breath was ragged now, and his mouth claimed mine, evenwiththe weirdangle. I could feel him as he prepared himself, rolling on a condom he had the foresight to tuck in his ski clothes somewhere. “Not going to make it anywhere else, sweetheart. I’m taking you against this wall,” he said.
He placed my hands where he wanted them, angling me, and growling out that I better not move. Suddenly, in one stroke he was in, flowing the burn to the stretch to the amazing feeling of fullness in one fluid wave. He pulled me back on him, hand around my waist and around my front in that seatbelt position he often used on me, giving his hand access to my throat. I could feel the muscles of his thighs against the back of my legs, rolling his hips.
I felt utterly consumed by him.
“Don’t hold back, P,” I said, trying to regulate my voice, pushing into him, wanting him to go farther, deeper. I couldn’t get full enoughofhim, and that had nothing to do with the size of his cock.
