I keep stroking his beard.
“I don’t want to want you this way,” he says. “I don’t want to measure myself against anyone. I don’t want to feel like I’m standing on the outside.”
“But you’re not outside.”
He shakes his head once. “Maybe not, but that’s how it feels.”
I take the mug out of his hands and set it on the bedside table, then wrap my arms around his waist. “You’re not competing. You’re included.”
His jaw clenches. “You say that like it’s simple.”
“No, I say it because it’s true.”
He draws in another rough breath. “I don’t know how to want you without wanting you all to myself.”
I press my face to his chest and rub his back. “I’m not asking you to stop wanting. But I hope you can make room.” Beneath my cheek, his heart is racing. “I’m not leaving you behind, Boyd.”
He closes his eyes for a second. “When I do things,” he says quietly. “I do them all the way.”
“I know. That’s one of the things I admire about you.”
“So I might not be able to stop being a jealous idiot.”
I slide my hand under the back of his shirt. “I’ll still be here.”
“Hell.” Boyd pushes his hand through his hair in a restless, unconscious motion. “You make jealousy seem like something I can survive.”
I set the plate beside the mug, then climb into his lap, straddling his thighs and wrapping my hands around his neck. “It’s a natural human emotion.” I kiss him, then tug on his bottom lip with my teeth. “Like desire.”
He slides his hands up my sides, bunching my pajama top. He kisses me back, then bends his head to find my nipples through the fabric, mouthing over them, nipping at them.
Beneath me, his cock grows and stiffens, and I make good use of it, needily rubbing myself against him.
“Found the condoms,” he tells me as he pulls my hair loose from the tie, letting it fall to my shoulders.
I work at the buttons on his shirt. “Good, because I think my internal parts need more diagnostic testing.” I grind down on the bulge in his jeans. “Got any big tools around that can do the job?”
That’s as far as our roleplay goes, because we both get too busy removing clothes, kissing, and touching each other. He’s standing when he rolls on the condom, and once it’s in place, he picks me up by my bottom, encouraging me to wrap my legs around his waist.
He slides a thumb over my pussy, and when he finds me wet and ready, he doesn’t waste any time lining up the head of his thick cock at my entrance.
“I’ll go easy,” he assures me, making it sound like the restraintwill take effort.
I lay my hand on his cheek and give him a smile. “Not too easy, I hope.”
Gritting his teeth, he pushes into me slowly, inch by glorious inch. “Doing okay?” he asks when I’ve taken about six of them.
A joke about him testing how far I can stretch comes to mind, but I’m too focused on how good he feels to voice it.
When he buries all of himself inside me, he pauses, both of us savoring the moment. Then he grinds my body against him, knowing exactly what to do to make me feel incredible. Sensations build fast, and the next thing I know, I’m rocketing toward the peak of a mountain, all those sensations spiraling, multiplying, overtaking me in the best possible way.
He tilts my head to the side and sucks the bottom of my ear between his lips as he grinds inside me, and I go flying off into nothingness for a long, beautiful moment. I’m in my body fully, with no worries or thoughts of any kind, and it’s exactly what I needed.
When I eventually come back to myself, it’s in the awareness that I’m in Boyd’s arms, solid and safe.
“Doing okay?” he asks as my breathing settles.
“You tell me, Mr. Barrett. Everything check out in there?” I look down to where our bodies are joined, to the place where his cock stretches my pussy and disappears inside.
