Oh, fucking absolutely. I’ll own that.
I’ve spent the past six years unable to be with the man I love. Lots of frustrating, lonely nights. Lots of barely constrained anger followed immediately by guilt for feeling like that. I’ve denied myself a lot because of my love for Elliot, and I would still have denied myself had he not once again made the offer for me to date other people, and then Jordan walked into my life almost immediately after.
Like it was meant to be.
The sweetly glazed look is back in his eyes and it reminds me so much of Elliot that first night in this very bed.
The boy ismine.
The flash of a fantasy rolls through my brain, of having both my boys together in bed, maybe me and Elliot spit-roasting Jordan between us, or one of them riding my cock while I suck the other one, watching them kiss…
It’s such a powerful image it nearly makes me blow my load.
Sucking in a breath, I lean in and nip high on his left pec, loving his moans. I bite down, testing, harder, sucking to leave a mark.
I want my marks on the boy.
I want my marks on his ass, I want to leave bite marks on his neck where Elliot can’t help but see them.
Where anyone can’t help but see them.
I want people to know he’smine, even though I know that, for now, we should keep this on the down-low. I don’t want Shae to start her administration with me dragging her into a scandal that could lead to closer scrutiny of her and Chris and Kev and their relationship.
When I look, I’ve left a nice, dark mark behind. After a few slow, deep thrusts, I bite him again, this time on his right pec. I repeat that—a few thrusts, leave a mark. A few thrusts, leave a mark. I graze my teeth over his nipples and love the gasping moans that earns me. He can’t do anything but squirm under me from how I have him pinned.
Fuck it.
With my head I shove his head to the left, so I can reach the right side of his neck. I bite low, right at his collar line, and start sucking. I don’t want it to be too dark, so I ease up and work my way to his ear.
“Every time you look in the mirror, boy, I want you to seeMeon you.”
Another moan.
I can’t hold back much longer. I start to fuck him, long, hard strokes, driving deep with each one. I rise up enough I can look him in the eyes. “If you can come, boy, do it.”
He might not get off this time but if he doesn’t, that’s okay.
It shouldn’t surprise or please me as much as it does when he almost immediately explodes. The sensation of his body squeezing me trips me past the point of no return. When I spill, it’s deep inside him, breeding him and forever marking my place in his history.
I shift position, letting him wrap his legs around me as I tenderly kiss him. When I release his wrists his arms immediately drape around my neck, holding me in place and returning every kiss with a deeper, more urgent one of his own. I never fully soften, either, which surprises the hell out of me. I literally can’t remember the last time that happened, that I was ready to go like this.
Suddenly, a sneaky, playfully evil smirk quirks his lips. His ass contracts around me, catching me off-guard. He also starts rocking his hips against me. That’s when I feel that I’m not the only one still stiff.
I go with it and reach between us to jerk his cock for him while I fuck him.
This one takes a little longer for both of us. As we stare into each other’s eyes while we fuck, I know I’ll never forget this moment.
Because as I explode inside him a second time right after getting him over, I see the triumph flash in his eyes. I know he now owns me every bit as much as I own him.
I don’t know what that means for my heart, but part of my soul finally feels like it’s found peace.
Chapter Thirty-Four
I catch my breath for a moment before I sit up and pull Jordan with me. “Shower,” I hoarsely croak.
We’re kissing under the spray mere seconds later, my hands once again roaming everywhere and his all over me. I could spend all night in here with him, but I know the hot water will only last for so long.
By tomorrow morning, I hope he doesn’t regret tonight.
