I don’t know who kissed who first, but the result was bone-deep and soul shattering. My chest tightened until I could only gasp for breath. My muscles shook with the effort to restrain them. In our kiss, I took him into my body, fitting him to live inside me forever. Everything was twice as full, twice as hard to hold on to, but double the payout.Worth the fight.
The slow yet purposeful movements became heated and wild. Our pace quickened together, and then we were nipping and fighting off each other as was so us. Jack growled, or maybe I did. He shoved me back and covered my body with his, hips grinding on top of mine. Our shafts slotted together, and the rub was electrifying, zinging through me until everything tingled.
“Mmm, yes,” I whispered, then shook myself out of the trance he put me in. “No, fuck.”
“No?”
I wrapped my arms around him and rolled until he was under me. Jack laughed and didn’t fight too hard when I turned him to lie on his stomach and buried my face between his cheeks.
“Holy hell,” Jack gasped.
Yes, agreed. Holy fucking hell.
Within seconds of swiping and twirling my tongue over his sensitive opening, Jack was on his knees again, the long line of his spine arched as he pushed his hips into my face.
“Jesus, that’s so fucking good,” he said.
“Yeah?” I licked a long stripe up and over his taint and tickled him with the tip of my tongue.
“I’ll prove it.” Jack moved as if he would right then, but I slapped his ass hard enough to sting my hand.
“Wait your turn.”
He growled and twitched, but it quickly mellowed into a gasp.
His scent was strong. My cock throbbed for its own taste. The heat of his skin warmed me, and I gave in to it, feasting and satisfying my rampant fantasies.
“I can’t …” Jack shook and panted. “Please.”
With a last peck to his cheek, I patted his hip. “Okay, Princess.”
He fell flat on the bed, boneless.
Chuckling, I tugged and pulled until he helped me get him situated in my lap, chest to chest with his legs wrapped around my waist. I fumbled blindly for the lube, unable to take my eyes off his obscenely satisfied grin.
I’d done well.
Now came the worrisome part.
Prep.
Fast and fierce was our game, but this was different. This I wouldn’t bulldoze through as I’d done so far. Eyes alert and movements cautious, I soaked in every second, read the stillness, and listened to his silence.
He jolted in my arms when I touched him. The cool oil coating my fingers heated immediately from friction. So soft and hotter than I expected. A rough exhale forced the peppermint sweetness of his breath into my lungs, and I’d never smell it again without thinking of this moment.
“Cal,” he begged, lashes lowering and pulse throbbing in his neck. A twitch of his lips arced through him so swiftly he tensed around my fingers at the same time. “Don’t stop. More.”
There was no stopping.
There was only more.
I licked at his neck, savoring the saltiness and the gentle vibration of his moans against my tongue.
He shivered with every stroke, pleaded, but it was I who was desperate.
I rearranged my legs in the sheets, eager, antsy. The scent of him, sweat and spices, invaded my mind like fingers massagingknotted muscles until I groaned. I nibbled lower to his shoulder, then his pecs, left a path of open-mouthed kisses and nips until I licked his nipple, searching for more. More of his taste, his sounds, his smell, dying to be surrounded by everything Jack, consumed by him.
Only, he arched into my mouth, needing me just as much.
