“I love…oh god… you’re… I’m yours.”
“Where’s all that dirty talk now?” he teases. “Seems like you can’t speak if I’m inside you at all.”
Well, he’s got me there. I can’t think beyond what’s happening to my body at this very moment. “You… just wait,” I grit out.
“Oh, I’m so scared. This big tough sergeant falling apart for me… taking my cock and lookingso prettydoing it.” Then he reaches down and pulls on my leaking erection, sending another uncontrollable moan from my lips. “You wanna come for me, sergeant? You wanna come with my big cock in your ass and my hand on your dick?”
My lower spine tightens and my balls ache with need as my orgasm crests. “Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna—ungh,” I groan, and spill in ropes across my chest.
Jay keeps pumping inside me. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, I’m right—” he grunts, and his hips slam against me a couple more times as he releases, too—his own cum mixing with mine.
When he collapses his full weight on me, I take the opportunity to hook my legs around his, my arms around his back. “That was better than I imagined,” I murmur into his sweaty neck.
“Yeah?” he pants. “Let me get a cloth to clean us up.”
I squeeze my body around him tighter. “No. Lay here in filth with me. I’ll be ready to go again in five.”
He laughs at me, his whole body shaking mine. “Aren’t you tired? You’ve been marching and traveling all day, then being fucked in the ass.”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” I say, looking him in the eyes and raising my brow. “I wasmade love toin the ass, fuck you very much.”
Chapter 34
What Did You Call Me?
Jay
One And A Half Years Ago
ImadeMarcotakea nap after giving him some mild pain relievers and cleaning him up. I let him sleep with his arms tight around me, our bodies singing to each other the sweetest lullaby.
He’s actually mine.
He’s my boyfriend.
He’s my love.
And he’s still my best friend.
I slip away from his embrace when I know he’s dead asleep and head down to the kitchen to make him something to eat. I don’t know when he’s going to wake up, so I don’t mess around with cooking anything. I assemble his plate with cookies my mom made and some fresh produce. Then I remind myself to talk to him about how essential a high fiber diet is—hey, if he says he wants to learn, then I’ll give him an education.
I quietly make my way back to the bedroom to find him exactly where I left him, not having moved an inch. The blanket is only covering his lower half, and I marvel at his beauty. At my big, tough, tattooed boyfriend.
Trying to go undetected, I set the plate down on the nightstand and shimmy my way back into his arms. But then he takes in a deep breath and squeezes me hard—almost as hard as his erection poking into me.
He throws his leg around me. “No, stay,” he mumbles, all sleepy and cute.
“I’m not going anywhere. But I brought up some food if you’re hungry.”
He pushes his hips into me, his eyes still closed. “Mmm. I could eat. Sit on my face.”
I let out a little snort. “Are you—ahh!” I yelp, as he rolls me on top of him in one fluid motion.
“Sit,” he grumbles, making me turn around.
“So bossy,” I say under my breath as I scoot back onto his face.
His hands attach to my backside as he spreads it and presses a flat, wet tongue to my rim. “You said you liked being told what to do,” he murmurs as I roll my eyes in the back of my head. “And Iwillbe indulging in that.” I moan in response, and he eats me out like my dreams told me he could. His tongue is strong and slick, warm and eager as he laps at me.
