His eyes opened. Dark. Desperate.
“Watch me.” I licked the tip, tasting the salt of his precome, then took him back into my mouth. Deeper this time, until he hit the back of my throat and I had to close my eyes, blinking fast.
“Jesus Christ…” His hips stuttered, and I could feel him trying not to thrust, trying to hold back. “Jamie, I can't—I'm gonna—”
I pulled off, wrapped both hands around him, and stroked fast. “Then come. I want you to.”
“Not like this.” His hands found my shoulders, pulled me up. “I want…inside you. Please.”
That word again. Please. From this man who never asked for anything.
“Okay.” I kissed him, let him taste himself on my tongue. “Okay. I've got you.”
I stripped off my jeans and briefs while he kicked his pants the rest of the way off. Then I straddled his lap again, both of us naked now, nothing between us. His cock pressed against my ass and I rolled my hips, grinding against him, and the sound he made was almost pained.
“Nightstand,” I said. “Top drawer.”
He reached over, fumbled the drawer open, came back with lube and condoms. His hands were shaking.
I took the lube from him. “Let me.”
I slicked my own fingers first—he looked like he was barely holding on, and I wanted to make this good for him. Wanted to give him something worth remembering. I reached behind myself, worked one finger inside, then two. Holden watched with dark eyes as I opened myself up, his cock twitching against his stomach every time I gasped.
“That's the hottest thing I've ever seen,” he said, low and rough.
“You want a turn?” I reached for his hand, dripped lube over his thick fingers. “Slow. You're big.”
He was careful. God, he was so careful. One finger first, thick enough that I felt the stretch immediately. He watched my face the whole time, reading every reaction, adjusting his angle when I gasped.
“Good?” he asked.
“So good. More,” I groaned, head rolling back.
Two fingers. I grabbed his shoulder and breathed through it, my body adjusting to the intrusion. His fingers were longer than mine, thicker, and when he curled them just right—
“There—” I rocked back onto his hand. “Right there, oh fuck…”
He did it again. And again. Worked a third finger in and kept hitting that spot until I was shaking, my cock leaking against his stomach, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding myself up.
“Holden, baby,” I gasped. “I'm ready. I need—”
I grabbed the condom, tore it open, rolled it down his length. Added more lube, then positioned myself over him, his cock notched against my entrance, and slowly, slowly sank down.
The stretch was intense. Even with the prep, he was almost too much. I had to stop halfway, breathing hard, my body adjusting around him.
“God, Jamie…” His voice was strained, his hands gripping my hips like he was using all his willpower not to thrust. “You good?”
“Yeah. Just—give me a second.”
“As long as you need.”
I breathed. Relaxed. Let gravity do its work, sinking down another inch, then another, until finally I was fully seated and he was all the way inside me. So full,so fucking full.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You feel—”
“Amazing.” He pulled me down for a kiss, tender and desperate. “Youfeel amazing.”
I started to move.
