No, not consumed—I waschanged.
Jack had rewired my circuits until they only ran in one direction. I lifted my gaze from his heaving chest, distinctly aware of the shadows around us, the sense of seclusion the lone light from the bathroom provided. Jack opened his eyes when mine met them. Dark blue, like the deepest ocean, and I found my new north.
“Mmmph,” Jack grunted.
“You okay?” I whispered.
“Yeah, it’s just, God, I feel so full.”
“Just wait until it’s my dick.”
“Don’t make me wait too long,” he laughed but ended with a moan.
I curled my fingers, seeking, until I swiped his prostate.
“Oh fu— Yeah,” he mumbled into my shoulder.
“There?” I asked.
“There. Mmm, yes, there. Everywhere. Oh God, Cal.” His voice had deepened into some lazy, sexed-up version of himself, which was too much to ignore.
I withdrew gently and hugged him as close as possible, then rolled us, putting Jack on his back. Laid out like a present, I paused for a second to enjoy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Jack smirked and lifted his parted knees toward his chest.
“And such a horny princess,” I hissed before snatching the nearest condom.
I shuffled closer, notched my covered tip at his wet heat, then sought his gaze. With his enthusiastic nod, I pushed forward.
Jack’s panting increased while I met a bit of resistance, but then he sucked me in, encasing me, strangling me. We were nothing but loud breaths and umms and ahhs until I was balls-deep. Jack twitched around me, but I was already so close to ending this before we ever got going, I had to plead with him to stay still.
“Please,” I breathed. “Gimme a second.”
“Just one. You gotta move,” he whined. A fact I might’ve teased him about later, then thought better of it, because I still had my first time as bottom to experience. The rambling path of my thoughts succeeded in backing me off the edge, and I pulled out, just a little, and moved forward again.
“More,” Jack gritted out.
I gave a few tentative thrusts in and out, watching his stretched opening take me in.
“Best sight in the whole fuckin’ world,” I mumbled as I stared.
When I had the greatest control over myself I could hope for, I settled on top of Jack. He locked his legs around me, and I moved. Just as he’d said, something instinctual took over. My hips danced back and forth with a sensual roll as I pounded into Jack’s body. I’d never made these motions, but they were natural, perfect.
Faster, harder, whatever he wanted, whatever he begged for. I held myself on one elbow and gripped his hip in my hand, pulling him to me as much as I thrust to him. There was no room to dwell on technique or if this was right or too rushed. Everything clogged in my head as if it were full of cotton. No thinking, only feeling. And hell, did it everfeel.
Lightning crackled through my veins.
Stars twinkled in my vision.
Jack’s fevered breaths sang in my ears.
“So good. You feel so good,” he praised.
The rocking of our bodies caused my abs to snake and tense over the steel pike of Jack’s cock. Precome sat sticky between us, but it made it even better. He had a firm hold of my ass, his fingers digging into my crack, teasing me.
“You’re amazing, Jack,” I panted into his ear. “So fuckin’ amazing.” He tightened his insides, and my hips stuttered off rhythm. “Shit,” I growled and pounded faster.
