He hung his head and laughed. “Ya sure you’re not working for the Russians? Death by slow torture isn’t how I thought I’d go. But it works.”
I ignored his constant urging to hurry because I was taking care of him. He panted and strained against me as I fucked one finger into him, then two. I couldn’t get over the rush of heat that speared directly into my cock every time I watched my fingers disappear into his body. I never wanted to stop fingerfucking his ass, because every time I did, he gasped and let out this small grunt. Then, by accident, I brushed over something in there, something different, and I pressed firmly against it, fairly sure I’d found his prostate. He shuddered and moaned, so I spent some time doing that too.
I loved this. I loved the slightly musky, rich-earth smell that filled the air as his cologne faded and sweat beaded on his body. I loved the way his hole squeezed around my fingers, and I couldn’t stop imagining how mind-blowing it would be on my dick. I leaned in to kiss along his asscheek and bite at the top where his back curved. The more he panted and wriggled on my fingers, the more I loved how this felt. I was doing this. He was making those noises and strainingbecause of me.
“You’re the one killing me,” I whispered, and he stilled. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
“So do it.” He almost sounded angry, and he stood there, arms shaking where they were holding him up.
But I knew now.
He wasn’t in charge here, not at this moment, and maybe not ever. Was this what Forrest liked about sex? I licked that curve of his ass that I loved staring at, from his thigh up to the bottom of his cheek, and found that place inside him again with my fingers. I circled over it. I had no idea how long I loved that spot because that didn’t matter, either. This moment was like being surrounded by water, only it was Jamie I was losing myself in, and unlike the pool, I could breathe him in. I licked around my fingers where they disappeared into his body, wanted to taste the moment, too, even though I ended up with the tang of lube in my mouth. I spread him and licked at his rim between my fingers and his knees buckled.
Surprised, I pulled my fingers free as he hit the floor in front of me. He let out a small, almost angry sound and spun around until he was facing me. With no warning, he lunged forward and kissed me hard, his dick drooling onto my stomach. That stream of liquid heat from his dick sizzled tingles over my skin. All at once, I grabbed him by the arms and turned us until he landed on his back on the floor. He stared up at me like I’d managed to shock him, and I guessed that made sense because I’d surprised myself.
“I’m doing this,” I said.
He smirked. “Then feckin’ do it.”
I thought maybe we should get on the bed, wasn’t sure what was right, but he spread his legs. His long, pretty cock had swollen until the head pushed the foreskin down. I moaned and traced a finger around the cap where the skin was trapped underneath, and he gave me a toothy smile that was more like a challenge than anything else. I moved to lay myself on top of him.
Adrenaline fired through me like the first time I’d ridden my bike on the freeway surrounded by traffic going ninety miles an hour—terror and pure bliss. His eyes were shiny and bright, and his body was so warm and strong under me. I traced my hands along his sides, and he had perfect curves.
“Fuck, you’re high gear.”
He laughed. “No idea what you’re on about, just fuck me.” He wrapped his legs around my waist and the shift in position had my blood pounding in my veins and my dick feeling like it was a tree between my legs. I shifted my hips and my cockhead bumped against his balls and down. The light pressure on my hypersensitive tip was the most amazing thing.
I moved onto my knees and lined up with his slippery hole, and he tensed.
“What?”
“Uh… I know I said ya could… but, well… maybe let me slick ya up a bit more?” He flashed me another grin. My face heated and I felt stupid as I sat up farther on my knees to snag the tube from the bed. My hand shook, and I was about to squirt more onto my palm when he took it from me.
Jamie sat up and leaned in to kiss me, eating at my lips until I gave him my tongue. The light suction had my dick throbbing like crazy, and then he put his hand on me. Hot, tight, and slick. He greased me up from base to tip and spent some time teasing his fingers in a light circle around the head until I felt like I was a puppet whose strings were about to snap.
“Now you’re ready,” he said and eased himself back down. He drew his legs up to his chest and held them there.
My heart hammered a million miles an hour as I slid forward and lined myself up with his hole again. I rested a hand on the back of one of his thighs and stroked the taut muscle. He dropped his head to the floor and stared at me from under half-lowered eyelids. I pushed and had expected some resistance but instead slid forward fast.
The shock of the unbelievable heat inside his body slammed my gut, and I instinctively shifted my hips forward farther. Next second, I was buried in him up to my balls. I slammed my eyes shut and held myself there while waves of heat smashed through my body. I thought I might cry with the insane pressure of his hot, tight ass around my dick. I never wanted it to stop.
“Oh fuck.Fuck,” he whispered, and it felt like his hands were everywhere—on my shoulders, ghosting up my neck, cupping my cheeks. He curled forward and kissed me, but the pleasure pulsing through my body was too big. Planted deep inside him, quivering and on edge, was better than fully coming in my own palm had ever been.
“God above, Hunter. Please,” he whispered and shifted underneath me. The ripple of movement pulled a sizzle of pleasure from deep in my gut that twisted inside me and had the tip of my dick throbbing like I was getting ready to dump cum in him.
Opening my eyes, I gazed at him, at his fever-bright eyes, at the way he stared at me like I was amazing… and I was instantly addicted. I never wanted him to look at me any other way again. I wanted to be the person to make him swear and strain. Sucking in a deep breath, I eased back, and that slide out felt fantastic, too, but when I slowly pushed back in again, that’s what stole my breath. The slick heat of his insides caressing my cockhead had me scrabbling my hands along his thighs. He lowered his legs around my hips and hooked his ankles together across my lower back, locking us together.
“Hunter,” he whispered. “You’re Satan fucking incarnate. The absolute devil. Fuck me, for the love of—” His mouth fell open when I dragged my hips back and snapped them forward. The pleasure was indescribable, and he nodded at me as I did it again and again. I eased forward, slid my hands under his arms, and clasped the top of his shoulders, anchoring us together. Then, I did exactly what he’d asked.
Jamie’s moans kept me from coming. It was stupid how that happened. The swell of pleasure built and built in me, but I didn’t want those filthy fucking sounds of his to stop. I did everything I could to hold off—bit the inside of my cheek until the tang of blood hit my tongue. His cries filled the room along with the sound of our bodies slapping together. He wrapped his arms around me and clung, his fingers digging into my back.
“Is this right?” I whispered into his ear.
“Are ya fucking kidding me?” He laughed and then tipped his head back so hard and fast it cracked on the floor. He ground his ass against me, and his body tightened around mine in a way that made me squeeze my eyes closed.
Jamie slid a hand between us, and that had me wanting to see, so I forced my eyes open. He started jerking off. I stared, loved watching his tip disappear and flash into view above his fist. I loved him touching himself so much that I broke. The overwhelming draw of my own internal fire had me pulling all the way out and then slamming back in so that I could feel that tight grip of his body as he spasmed around me. He panted and groaned and gasped and sounded fucking spectacular.
Then, all at once, splatters of heat sprayed my stomach. The delicious smell I’d always associated with getting off, that salty spunk musk, smacked my nose and had my body tingling. I glanced down to see his cock twitching in his hand, white cum coating his knuckles. His eyes were closed and he was panting, a small smile on his face.
