"Determined," he corrects, nipping at my earlobe.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm fade, I become acutely aware of his arousal pressedagainst my thigh. Without warning, I push against his chest, using the element of surprise to flip our positions.
He allows it, though we both know he could easily resist if he wanted to. I straddle his hips, my hands splayed across his broad chest, feeling powerful despite the significant size difference between us.
"My turn," I tell him, echoing his words from earlier.
I explore his body with hands and mouth, learning the texture of each tattoo, each scar. I press a gentle kiss to a particularly jagged mark, silently thanking whatever twist of fate allowed him to survive. To be here, with me, in this moment.
I continue my exploration, moving lower until I'm positioned between his powerful thighs. I look up at him, finding his eyes dark with anticipation, his jaw clenched with the effort of restraint.
"Jade..." he starts, but I silence him with a single stroke of my tongue along his length.
His words dissolve into a groan that seems pulled from the depths of his soul. I take my time, learning what makes his breath catch, what draws those delicious sounds from his throat. When I finally take him into my mouth, his hand comes to cradle the back of my head, not pushing or guiding, just connecting.
"Fuck, Jade," he breathes, his voice strained. "Your mouth... Christ, look at you."
I glance up, meeting his gaze as I take him deeper, and the naked want in his eyes nearly undoes me. There's reverence there, and hunger, and something else I'm afraid to name.
His breathing grows ragged, muscles tensing beneath my hands. "Stop," he finally gasps. "Need to be inside you. Now."
I release him, moving back up his body until I'm straddling him again. His hands grip my hips, thumbs pressing into the hollows beside my hip bones.
"Condom?" he grits, breath ragged.
"I'm on the pill. Clean."
His eyes lock on mine. "Same. Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," I tell him, positioning myself above him.
That's all the confirmation we need. I sink down onto him, both of us groaning at the contact.
He's big, proportional to the rest of him, and the stretch is delicious, a burn that borders on too much but never quite crosses the line.
When he's fully seated inside me, I pause, adjusting to the feeling of fullness. His hands stroke up my sides, cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples in a touch that sends sparks shooting through me.
"Ride me, Jade," he growls. "I want to feel every inch of you fuck yourself on mycock."
I roll my hips experimentally, drawing a hiss of pleasure from both of us. Finding a rhythm, I begin to ride him in earnest, hands braced on his chest for leverage. His fingers dig into my hips, guiding my movements, setting a pace that gradually increases in intensity.
"That's it," he encourages, his words becoming more fragmented as pleasure builds. "Just like that. So fucking beautiful... taking me so well."
The praise washes over me, heightening every sensation. When his thumb finds my clit, circling in time with our movements, I feel a second orgasm building with shocking speed.
"Declan," I gasp, "I'm close."
"Me too," he admits, voice strained. "Come for me. Want to feel you come on my cock."
His crude words push me over the edge. I shatter around him, inner walls clenching rhythmically as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. Through the haze of my own release, I feel him tense beneath me, his rhythm faltering as he follows me into oblivion.
We stay joined for long moments afterward, both of us trembling with aftershocks. Finally, reluctantly, I lift myself off him, collapsing beside him on the bed. Immediately, his arm wraps around me, pulling me against his side. I rest my head on his chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat gradually slow to a more normal pace.
We lie in comfortable silence, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. In this quiet moment, tangled together in his bed, I find myself thinking about what he said earlier. About the four of us. About it being inevitable.
Is he right? Is this complex web of feelings between all of us something that was always going to happen? And if so, where do we go from here?
But those are questions for later. For now, there's just this. Declan's solid warmth beside me, the lingering pleasure humming through my veins, and the strange, unexpected peace I feel in his arms.
