“Lube?” he asked, after a long time of no noise except sucking, breathing, tonguing. “I need you inside me. Please.”
I swallowed. “It’s in the nightstand.”
He sat up on me, thighs spread wide, his soft, warm balls nestling against my hard dick. He rocked a little, grinding down on me as he asked, “Can we do it bare?”
“Jesus. Uh. Yes. Yes we can.”
I’d never fucked raw in my life. Depositing that much DNA somewhere I couldn’t control afterward had always seemed like a bad idea. But the notion of having Miller Beaumont be the first was intoxicating, drove away all caution. Tomorrow I could worry if I’d done the right thing or not. For one unpleasant moment, I thought about what Chris Booker would say about this. If he’d accuse me of taking advantage.
Who the fuck was I kidding? Ofcoursehe’d say I was taking advantage.
Maybe I was. It didn’t feel like it, though, the way Miller was directing all the action. He had the lube out already, stroking it over my iron bar of a hard-on, smearing the rest between his asscheeks as I watched, awe-struck.
I’d made a lot of mistakes in my life, but somewhere along the way I must have done some spectacular good as well, ifthiswas my reward.
He rose up on his knees, working himself open and guiding my hand to my cock. I stroked myself slowly while I watched him, the intense concentration on his face, the way his nuts quivered as he fingered himself. And then, wordlessly, he reached for my cock and positioned himself over it.
His hole was already puffy and inviting, opening up easily. He must have been playing with himself in the shower, I figured, and my brain supplied a lewd image of just that, and his preparations, so that I let out a hushed curse as he seated himself on my dick.
I’d never had a guy ride me before. Most of the time I wasn’t even inbedduring sex, which was why I’d wanted to enjoy every luxurious second of having a creature like Miller Beaumont grace my low-quality sheets with his presence. He rocked slowly on top of me as I watched him, the slight frown of concentration, the twist of his mouth and lift of his brows as he picked up speed.
He was warm and smooth inside, and the slick feeling of flesh on flesh as he worked on me just about made my eyes roll back in my skull. “Jesus, you’re good at this,” I hissed through my teeth, and got an answering huff of laughter.
Hey, at least it was working, I told my conscience. The sexwastaking Miller’s mind off his problems.
“Move,” he said, getting off me without warning, so that I grunted in protest. “Sit up against the wall. I want you to kiss me while I’m fucking you.”
I pressed my back against the wall and helped him sit back in my lap, sitting on my dick again with a grimace that I found ten times more erotic than any porno panting and moaning would have been. He slid down me until I was deep in, his balls nestled into my bush and his cock slumping up my belly.
“Can I?” I asked, reaching down. He gave a quick nod as he began rocking on me again, and we both looked down to watch as I stroked him firm and full.
I kept one hand on his dick and the other around his waist to help him balance as he fucked himself on me, and I kissed him whenever his mouth demanded it. I could get used to this; it was sexy, feeling almostused.I wondered if he’d screwed any other guys like this, and felt a hot spike of jealousy, edging me closer, making my skin itch. I grabbed him hard, bit at his bottom lip, made him gasp.
He pulled his mouth away from mine. “I want you to come in me,” he panted. He was fucking into my fist as he worked up and down on me, his cock so wet and drizzling that the pre-cum was sliding down my wrist.
“Who else?” I huffed out.
“What?”
“Who else’ve you let shoot in you, raw like this?”
His hips stuttered to a halt for a moment and he gazed down into my face, lips bitten-red and spit-slick, a deep flush in his cheeks. “No one, JJ,” he said softly. He licked his lips and said it again. “No one but you.”
Irrational, territorial lust drove me on. I lost myself in his eyes, thrusting up hard into him while I milked his cock. He spilled all over my belly, up to my chest, and then pressed close to me, smearing us both as he urged me on to the finish line, jerking his hips while his asshole clamped around me.
I choked out his name when I came, my cock pulsing and flexing, painting my claim deep inside him.
* * *
The next morning, when I woke before him, I stayed right there in the bed with him. Okay, I snuck out to use the bathroom, but then I got back in, sliding carefully close so as not to wake him. He did wake eventually; the sounds outside got too loud even for his deep sleep, and one particularly loud car honk made him scrunch up his nose and give a groan.
I held him even tighter then, just to make sure that when the memories of the day before came through, he wouldn’t feel alone.
I could tell when reality hit. He went rigid in my arms, let out a sharp breath, and then gave a shudder. “Miller,” I said after a second. I’d almost saidGood morning. But how could any morning be good for him from now on? “Miller,” I said again when he didn’t reply. And then: “Sweetheart?”
My heart bounced at my daring, and he turned over in my arms. “JJ?” He knuckled at his eyes. “What time is it?”
“It’s late. But you take the time you need.”
