Being around Joss always leaves me breathless. Naked in my bed, it’s a gazillion times worse. We kiss, and I drown in the intensity, losing my train of thought, my faculties. My hands roam, and I press against him, unashamed of how hard I am as my cock digs into his thigh.
Joss shifts, opening up so his dick finds mine in the melee. We rub together, and Imoan. “Joss. Fuck.”
My lips find their way back to his neck. I suck on his skin, tasting him. Tasting blood. It’s bewitching, and his hands on my ass, squeezing, send my senses into overdrive. Skin on skin. Muscle on muscle. It’s so good. It’stoogood. I’m so amped, I don’t know what to do with myself. What to do next.
But he does.
Of course he does. The desire between us is wild enough to be a fuckin’ circus, but Joss is the ringmaster.
He switches us around. I’m vaguely aware that he lifts and shifts me with as much ease as I did him. Then his gaze consumes me, and I’ve got nothing left in my arsenal but watching and wanting him.
“Is the lube still in your drawer?”
I nod, tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
Joss rubs my chest. “Relax, I’m not going to fuck you.”
There’s a finality to his tone that registers somewhere distant. But like everything else tonight, I ignore it. Focus on tracking his every move as he stretches his body to the nightstand, leaving a hand on my hip like he’s claiming me as his.
I can live with that.
Joss eases back to where I can see him. He waves the bottle. “You trust me?”
“You don’t know the answer to that by now?”
“I think I do, but this is uncharted territory. You might not like what I have in mind.”
“So? If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you to stop.”
“Good lad.” Joss grins and leans back down. His palm slides across my belly, slow and sensual. He doesn’t say any more. Doesn’t need to. I don’t know his plan, but my only worry is bustin’ a nut before we get there, becausedamn,his lightest touch sets me on fire.
Awildfire, that I have no interest in trying to control.
Joss takes me apart, his fingers wrapped tight around my cock, then sliding lower and lower as my whole body tightens with arousal. With need. I watch as he fuckin’ slays me, soaking up his beautiful face, his body. He hasn’t put his piercings back in, but he doesn’t need them. His features catch the light on their own. His long limbs. He’s all cuts and sinewy angles. I want him so much I can’t imagine ever wanting anyone else.
Not now.
Not ever.
I slide my hand around his neck and shift my legs, my dick aching as I bring his mouth to mine. We kiss and kiss and kiss before his measured breaths turn to a whisper. “Roll over.”
It’s easy to obey. I turn onto my chest, onto my forearms, and stare as he splits my legs apart. As he lubes his fingers and fills the space behind me, kissing my spine, his body up against me as if we’re about to fuck.
I imagine that, just for a moment. Him driving inside me with his cock. But as much as I think I want it, I’m not built for the head rush picturing it brings me. My lungs feel airless. I suck in oxygen, and Joss rubs my back.
“Breathe.”
How did he know?
How does healwaysknow? I look over my shoulder and meet his sapphire-blue eyes. Find the calmness and peace that I need. Then he moves again, his fingertip circling, his other arm coiling around my waist, and, and, and—
“Fuck.”
Joss slides his fingers inside me, and sensation melts my brain. My eyes screw shut, and I clench my teeth, breathing hard through my nose, glad he can’t see my face in case it makes him stop. It doesn’t hurt, butwow. It’s like nothing else, and it takes me a beat to find my bearings.
Joss waits, then he starts to fuck me with his fingers, finding every spot inside me I didn’t know I had. The ones that make my limbs jerk and my jaw unhinge. All the while he’s behind me, grinding his hips with every curl of his fingers, his body rocking mine, low, primal sounds spilling out of him.
My head spins in earnest this time. It’s too good. I need, I need, Ineed. Fuck, I don’t know what I need. But Joss does. He releases my waist and slips his free hand beneath me. His touch is laser precise. It’s intimate. Delicate, almost, and with his fingers still buried in my ass, it does something to me I can’t describe. Something life changing. As I comesohard, body thrashing with pure, white-hot bliss, I know I’ll never be the same again.
