“I like how responsive you are to me.”
My brain is hazy and I feel too relaxed, too comfortable. The words slip out without warning like a prayer. My eyes fall shut as I revel in the smoothness of his fingertips on my skin.
“Only you.”
He stops for a minute and I tense, thinking I’ve said the wrong thing. Clearly, I have no filter around this man.
The sound of the drawer alerts me, followed by the sound of a cap popping off. I open my eyes and I know I’m never going to be able to erase the sight of him like this from my brain.
The shadows and moonlight illuminating his large form. His dark hair all messy, his cock in his hand.
He catches me staring and smiles.
“Like what you see, Alex?”
“Uh huh.”
I watch him pour the lube into his hand, running his fingers together to warm it before he leans down and captures my lips with his.
“If it’s too much, tell me.”
I stare up at him, unable to speak. It is too much.
It’s so fucking much. But I want it. I want everything Jordan Mackenzie is willing to give me.
A moment later, I feel his wet, warm finger pressing into me and my back arches, my eyes falling shut as the wave of pleasure hits. My cock throbs from the contact.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
I nod, trying to find my words.
“So good,” I say breathlessly.
He chuckles as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of me. He leans over, my cock brushing against him as he continues his motions, sliding another finger inside as he crushes his mouth to mine.
My hips rock against him, my cock needing to feel the friction and heat of his skin. His free hand finds my cock and he squeezes. I groan as his thumb slides over my weeping slit. Between his fingers in my ass and my cock in his hand, I don’t know if I’m going to make it.
“Relax,” he tells me and I blink, feeling the emptiness as he removes his fingers from my ass and his hand from my cock.
I whine, hating the feeling of being empty. But it only lasts a minute, because soon enough, he’s pressing at my entrance while one hand holds my hip.
“Breathe, baby. I got you,” he says, and the switch flips.
But it’s not the switch I’ve known for years, it’s different. This…
This isn’t about coming. It is, but…
It’s something else. Something I’ve never felt before.
His words stir something inside me that I thought I’d lost.
Maybe I did lose it.
Maybe I left it here in Ashbourne, with him.
“Oh fuck,” he breathes as he pushes into me, tightening his grip.
I hear the slight shake of his voice and I raise my hips to meet him, to take him.
