“Yeah, I am.” I slipped three fingers in as far as I could and closed my eyes, imagining it was him in me. I moaned.
“So ready for ya, ya wee devil. Get that sexy arse over here.”
I straddled him, and just like last time when it was so amazing, he was under me, and I was able to let out a long breath. He continued to hold himself steady, and he chuckled when I tried to sit on him and he slid away.
“Relax,” he whispered.
Nodding, I closed my eyes this time. He was right there, hard and ready, when I lowered myself and rested my hands on his stomach. My gut quivered. Maybe I should just fuck him? I tried to sit on him again and the fat head of his cock was right at my hole. He nudged his hips upward, and I breathed out, pretending I was blowing on a cup of hot cocoa, my old therapy tricks swirling oddly to the front of my mind. It felt good to have him pressing there, so I sank down on him fast.
It hurt. It wasn’t fun. He felt fucking huge. My thighs shook, and he shushed me as I lowered myself farther onto him.
“You’re okay, love. You’re okay,” he whispered. “Oh my sweet Christ, you’re amazing inside.”
I sank all the way down till I was sitting on him, and he quivered underneath me. Opening my eyes, I drank in his pink-tinged chest and cheeks. He massaged my thighs.
“Beautiful wee devil, ya move when ya can,” he said. Sweat coated his chest so that he gleamed, and I could tell he was doing everything he could to let me be in charge. My heart twisted and I hated how emotional I felt. He was such a good guy, and he was trying so hard to make this work for me.
I rocked on him and it was okay. I felt slow and clumsy, and this was nothing like fucking him had been because that was instinctive. I felt like I had to pay attention to what I was doing while trying to ride him. Some time went by, and Jamie shivered under me, digging his fingers into my legs.
“How goes it up there, love?” he asked, voice strangled. His nostrils flared.
“Okay.”
“I’ll make it better for ya. Mind if I move?”
I shook my head, and he sat up. I had to walk on my knees to stay with him, but when he stopped, he was leaning with the pillows at his back, running his hands on either side of my spine.
“Hold onto my shoulders,” he murmured and kissed along my neck. The warm tingles from earlier raced through my stomach, and I felt the first real need to move my body against his.
“That’s it,fuck, squeeze round me again,” he moaned into my ear. I hadn’t realized I’d done that, but it didn’t matter because he rolled his hips under me and fucked deeper into my body while nibbling at my neck again. I wasn’t sure how it happened, but between his kisses and the way he made me feel like I was doing things right, I slowly began to relax and enjoy myself. I arched my hips forward as I sank down to meet him, and my dick spasmed all the way from root to tip as his cockhead nudged firmly against my prostate.
“Fuck,” I gasped, and he growled.
“Moving ya,” he said, and then he dragged me close and flipped me straight backward, so he was over me on his knees. He hoisted both of my legs. I got the idea and wrapped my calves around his middle. I was still kind of stunned by the speed of our relocation when he shoved into me deep. It was different, but didn’t hurt, and he hammered that good spot in my ass again and again.
Soon I was panting and seeing stars, and he was saying all sorts of things I didn’t quite understand, between how fast he spoke and his charming accent. He reached between us to jerk me off and his fist around me coiled a new, urgent tension into my stomach.
“Jamie!”
One of his hands over my mouth cut off the sound, but I couldn’t stop. It was too good. He slammed his hips against mine, and between those small explosions at the base of my cock and his thumb toying with the head, I stiffened. My cum jetted out of me. Pleasure smashed through my stomach, pulsed in my chest, and sizzled out to the rest of me so that even my toes buzzed. He didn’t stop fucking, and each of his thrusts forced another burst of cum from my balls until I was shaking apart in his arms and completely spent while he continued.
Once, twice, and then he stopped, shoved himself deep in my ass, and moaned against my neck. I couldn’t feel his cum, but he swelled a little and twitched inside me. This man shot his load in me, marked me. My heart twisted and my eyes got misty. I didn’t want him to see me worked up, so I wiped at my cheeks, but he was too busy rutting against me one last time to notice anyway.
“I want to do this every day,” I whispered.
Jamie went still on top of me and laughed. “Aye, let’s.” He sighed and didn’t move, and I rested my cheek against his temple. He didn’t pull out, and I didn’t ask him to. His body weight was comforting and not too much on top of me, and his easy breathing lulled me in a way nothing ever had. Not too long later, my eyelids closed, even though I fought them to keep staring at the curve of his dark eyebrow and the shadow of his curly eyelashes against his cheek. I never wanted this to be over, and it scared me that it probably would be someday. He made me so happy.
13
Jamie
I’d taken to watching Hunter sleep. He was a fuck-and-nap sort of guy, which was cute. Most of the time I liked to join him. After he came he would get this adorable, sleepy smile, snuggle with me—or a pillow—and conk right out. So I stood in the doorway of our bedroom in the rental lake house, my hands shoved in the pockets of my jeans and my bare toes scrunching against the plush carpet. He was so peaceful, and I wanted to look at him forever. Sunlight spilled in the window, setting his golden hair aglow and making him seem like an angel, not a devil.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and absently I took it out and answered, still watching his chest rise and fall. “ ’Lo?”
“Why haven’t you updated me?”
Chills slithered down my spine and I straightened, pulling the bedroom door closed. I wandered out into the living room and sank onto the overstuffed cream couch. “Uh, Mr. Killough, how delightful to hear from ya on this fine… Wednesday?”
