He flattened his body on top of mine, his sweaty chest like a furnace against my back. “Not yet,” he panted in my ear. “Try to hold out for me. I want us to go together.” He shoved one of my knees up and to the side, then he pressed my cheek wide and rode my ass, pile-driving into me.
Something tightened in my chest, and I recognized it right away.
Connection.
It linked me to Jesse. Linked our beasts together, body and soul. And I knew sex would never be like this with anyone else. This was the pinnacle. People talked about sex being this big, emotional thing. Some kind of merging of two into one. It had always sounded stupid to me. Sex was about getting off so you could think straight instead of thinking about sticking your dick into something.
Or at least it had been until now.
Jesse flipped us, and then he was on his back and I was stretched on my back on top of him with my legs sprawled apart and his dick buried to the hilt in my ass. It might have been an awkward position with anyone else, but he was so damn big that he held me easily. I turned my head and caught his lips as he cupped my ass and continued thrusting into me, his thick thighs spread wide and his heels digging into the bed. His pleasure poured across our bond, touched mine, and returned to him.It grew stronger as it looped between us, building and building until I swore the room hummed with energy. Something was going to happen. Something was going to explode.
Well, I sure as shit needed to.
I grabbed my dick and stroked, and it was game over in two pumps. My release pummeled me, turning my vision into one of those cardboard kaleidoscope things from my childhood. Or maybe that was my brain short-circuiting as all the blood in my body concentrated in my jerking, sputtering dick.
Jesse was right behind me, crying out against my lips as he flooded my ass with heat. His cum pumped into me as we huffed into each other’s mouths, both of us trembling and sweating. We went limp at the same time, and I ended up flat on my back, staring at the ceiling as I tried to remember how to breathe or, like, spell my name.
For a long moment, we just lay there, our shoulders touching and our sweat cooling on each other’s bodies. At some point, I was going to have to move, and I wasn’t sure it was possible.
Jesse turned his head on the pillow, his eyes soft as they met mine. “How do you feel?”
“Dead, I think. Is this heaven?”
His teeth flashed white. “Do I look like an angel or a devil?”
“Definitely a devil. Angels don’t fuck like that.”
“Are you complaining?”
“Are you kidding?” I rolled on top of him and sat up, my thighs spread over his hips and my softened dick on his stomach. I ran my hands down his sweaty chest. “Don’t pretend you don’t know how hot you are. That waiter tonight would have crawled under the table and sucked you off if you asked him.”
Something like delight filled Jesse’s eyes. “Are you jealous?”
“I’m just stating the obvious.”
He made a soft sound as he smoothed his hands up my legs. “You don’t realize how sexy you are. If that waiter checked you out one more time, I was ready to rip his hands off.”
A little thrill tripped through me. “Yeah?”
“Mmm. No one touches what’s mine. And I’d rather they not look, either.” Jesse skimmed his hand around my hip and into my crease, his fingers slipping through his cum that seeped from me. “How do you feel here? Sore?”
Despite everything we’d done, my cheeks heated. But like always, the embarrassment was its own kind of fucked-up good. “A little, maybe.” I gasped as he pushed a finger inside me, lighting me right back up again. “Fuck.”
“Turn around and I’ll kiss it better,” he whispered.
I tensed, my heart going haywire. “Jesse…”
His eyes glittered, and his voice went low. “Turn around, baby.”
The embarrassment grew hot, spiky prongs as I maneuvered around and let him tug me backward and onto his face. My heart knocked against my ribs, and my mouth went dry.
He couldn’t.
He wouldn’t.
But he did, spreading me apart and thrusting his tongue inside me. Lapping up everything he’d given me while I did my best not to shake apart. He licked from my balls to my hole, every swipe of his tongue ruining me for anyone else. Because how could anyone ever compare after this? Jesse van der Meer was under my skin now. In my bones and sinew, every cell exhaling his name.
When he finished, he tipped me off him and then gathered me in his arms. He pressed his damp mouth to my forehead and wiped the tears I hadn’t noticed until that moment.
