I… might… I might be falling in love with him…
The thought came slowly, like a flower’s gentle awakening, petals parting to the sun’s touch—seeking its warmth, even at the risk of the burn.
Because as tender as Jay was with me, I knew he had a fire inside him that he kept under lock and key.
He was angry and had been alone for so long, left to fester in his rage. But the way he was looking at me right now reminded me that he was just as vulnerable and terrified as I was.
I trusted him.
I trusted him in a way I never thought I would trust anyone again after what had happened to me at MIT.
Jay must have seen something in my expression, because his own gaze grew incredibly soft.
Instead of crawling over me like I’d expected him to, he sat on the bed and leaned back so he was sitting up against the headboard.
“Come here, baby,” he murmured, reaching between his legs and tugging me up into his lap. “Straddle me, please,” he whispered, and I scooted closer, until my hard cock was resting against his stomach, pointing up at the underside of his chin.
“Up,” he ordered gently, tapping my right ass cheek, and I obediently sat up on my knees.
Looking up at me with that heavy-lidded expression that I knew he reserved just for me, he slid his hand up my throat, cupping my jaw with his thumb and pinky finger.
“Open,” he rumbled, and within seconds of parting my lips, his index and middle fingers were pressing deep into my mouth. He didn’t have to tell me to suck. I suckled and licked at his fingers as if they were covered in frosting, and I needed to clean them off.
He chuckled softly at my eagerness, and before I could put too much thought into where those fingers were going, he reached behind me and sank them between my cheeks.
“O-oh!” I gasped as he plunged deep into my soft hole. I barely had time to prepare for it when he rubbed his fingers against my prostate.
My already throbbing cock stood even straighter between us. He ran the back of the knuckles of his free hand up my length as he relentlessly stroked me from the inside. In minutes, I was a panting mess. Each passof his fingers over that swollen, tender spot deep inside me sent my hips thrusting desperately up against his stomach.
“That feel good, baby?” he rumbled. His voice was like gravel, and I choked on a desperate sob, nodding frantically.
“Yes…please… please… I need?—”
“I know, baby, I know.” Jay pulled his fingers out of me, and suddenly he was fisting his own cock at the root, angling it up like a spear beneath me.
“You need this cock, sweet thing?”
I nodded, curling my fingers deep into the flesh of his shoulders.
“Yes,please!”
“Sit down, Milo. Go slow.”
I nodded, and immediately did as I was told, sinking down on his cock and wriggling slightly until I felt his tip notch properly in my stretched hole.
His hands fell down to my hips, and he stared at my pink, leaking cock as he slowly guided me down onto him.
Even with all the prep, I’d almost forgotten how big he was. It was such a tight fit, and as he breached my hole, I let out a shivery sigh of pleasure.
My nipples tightened to impossibly hard points as he growled, his eyes trained between us, watching intently as my cock beaded with pearls of precum.
“Look how hard you are…” he murmured as my ass finally connected with his thighs. Wrapping his hand around my cock, he tilted his head to look up at me as he began to stroke.
“Ride me, Milo. Make yourself feel good. I want to watch you take what you need.”
I rushed to do as I was told. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I rolled my hips, gasping out a surprised‘Oh!’as the motion caused his cock to bump against my prostate.
“That’s it, Milo… keep going,” he rumbled, leaning forward to bite the sensitive space between my neck and my shoulder.
