Even as I say it, I’m not sure I can do it. I’m not sure I can be rough with him.
He loosens his jaw, permitting me to take what I need, and icy flames crackle along my skin.
My grip on his hair tightens, I flex my hips, and he gags, the muscles of his throat squeezing me.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck. You’re doing so well.” He feels incredible. Still, I hold back, not wanting to scare him.
He doesn’t let me, though. He clutches my hip, takes me deep, and strokes my shaft in tandem with his mouth.
I can’t look away. I’m mesmerized by those perfect pink lips. “Your mouth wrapped around my cock has got to be one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”
He doubles down, sucking me harder, his cheeks hollowing. His hand moves from my hip to massage my balls, and I break.
I thrust unrestrained, my cock hits the back of his throat, and I jerk in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” My orgasm hits hard and fast. “I’m gonna come, baby boy… Fuck…be good. Don’t swallow.” My words are fractured and strained, my body engulfed in flames.
The entire time I’m coming, his gaze never leaves mine. He moans right along with me, my ecstasy mirrored in his eyes.
I’m feral for him. I yank him to his feet, hold out my hand, and demand, “Spit.”
He unloads cum and saliva into my palm and then licks his lips.
“Good boy.” I rip down his joggers and boxers far enough to get my wet fist wrapped around his cock.
I devour his mouth, backing him up against the window. He tastes sweet and salty—cherry Jolly Ranchers and cum, a mix ofhim and me. “You taste so fucking good with my cum on your tongue.”
His hands roam my body and tangle in my hair, our kiss punctuated by his soft moans. He flexes his hips, chasing his orgasm.I bite his swollen bottom lip then capture his mouth once more, our tongues intertwining, while I stroke his cum-covered cock.
“You mean the world to me, you know that?” I say between kisses. “You and Aurora, I couldn’t live without you.”
“Fuck.” He tilts his head back against the glass, the snow dancing in the city lights behind him. “You’re gonna make me come.”
I pump my fist faster and sink my teeth into the curve of his neck. He comes with a strangled, throaty moan of my name and coats my fingers with his hot release.
“So fucking good.” I slip under his T-shirt and rub my hand over his stomach.
His lips curl into a dreamy smile. “Are you marking me in every way possible?”
“Maybe,” I mumble, unable to stop kissing him.
I draw a finger over his skin—a line, a curve, another curve, a swoop.
His smile grows. “Did you just write ‘I love you’ in cum on my stomach?”
“I might have.”
“That’s fucking hot. Who knew you were so romantic, Coach?”
Chapter 6
Aurora
My Tiffany-blue velvet couch is covered in blood spatter and bullet holes. I text Jax a picture with a crying emoji. He sends me a promise to order another one, along with a selfie of him in front of a snowy window, his nose scrunched and his lip curled. He’s so handsome, even when perturbed.
I miss you.
My HUSBAND
