I pull him in closer, my fingers digging into his flesh as Jamie turns and catches my mouth with his.His tongue, his want, invades me, and in a heartbeat that want is my own.Then he shifts, sudden and sure, cupping my face in his hands and holding me tight to him.
I’m not going anywhere, Captain.I’m here with you, and only for you.
My hands roam down his back, over the muscles gone taut under my touch, then lower to his firm arse.I give it a good squeeze, dragging him closer, and a moan slips out of me, shuddering through my body and straight into his.
His hands slide from my face to my neck, then over my chest, before slipping beneath my jacket to ease it off my shoulders.He catches the hem of my shirt, and I lift my arms so he can tug it over my head.For a few breathless seconds, he just stands there, staring — eyes blazing, chest heaving — until the desire in his gaze rushes through me like heat.
He kisses me again, then moves down my neck and bites my shoulder.His tongue slides over my chest.When he reaches my nipple, I can’t help but moan, almost embarrassed by how loud I am.I feel his soft laugh against my skin before he bites me again, making me grab his hair and hold on tight.
He steps back, yanks off his shirt, and lets it fall to the floor.Then he’s on me again, slamming into my body.This time, neither of us holds back.Neither of us hesitates.
We both crave it.
We’re starving for each other.
Our bodies claim, our mouths devour, and our hands — our hands roam, searching, lingering.
Our hands say everything.
“Bedroom.Now.”I press my palms to his chest and guide him back.
We reach the bedroom, both of us breathless and eager.At the side of the bed, I push him back onto the mattress.Jamie stays propped up on his elbows, watching me.My hands tremble as I reach for the buttons on his jeans and undo them.He lifts his hips, and I tug his jeans down and let them fall to the floor.He sits up and grips my waistband, pulling me closer.He unbuttons my trousers and slides them down my legs.When they reach my ankles, I kick them off.
“Everything, Doctor,” he says, looking up at me.Behind the light in his eyes, I see the world.
Jamie looks at me, speaks to me, listens to me, touches me, and wants me — only with his eyes.
I slide my fingers under the waistband of my underwear and pull them down to the floor.He bites his lower lip at the sight of my erection, stretched towards him, then slips his hands behind my buttocks and squeezes them, pulling me into him.
I feel his hot breath first, then the slow, wet slide of his tongue.At the very first touch, my knees nearly buckle.He tightens his grip, holding my gaze as he teases me with the tip of his tongue, daring me to lose control before he’s even really touched me.He parts his lips and slowly lowers down my shaft, his gaze locked with mine, desire thrumming between us.My hands slide into his hair.I tug, needing something to hold on to as he tortures me with the slow movement of his mouth, but I want more — so much more this time.I need to feel him.
I grip his shoulders and pull him away from me.Then I push him onto the bed.Jamie looks at me, his eyes on fire as I lower myself onto him.My mouth moves slowly over his body: his lips, his neck, his shoulder blades, his chest.I pause at one of his nipples and feel him contort beneath me.I take it between my teeth and bite down as I see him drop his head back and exhale deeply.I continue on my way, my tongue tracing a path to his underwear.When I reach the edge, I slip my fingers under the waistband and slide them off.I kneel over him and close my hand around his throbbing cock.
“Fuck,” he breathes, snapping his head up.
His cock pulses between my fingers, his body trembling beneath mine, and the mix of anticipation and anxiety in his eyes only sharpens my craving for one thing.
Chapter55
Jamie
Imove on the mattress, overcome by his touch, his perfect hand moving over my cock, his gaze fixed on me as he watches what he’s doing.I want to let go and enjoy the moment, but I can’t stop watching him.I’m obsessed.His dark eyes, messy hair, the desire running over his skin, the veins in his arm bulging.
When he slows and I see his anxious breathing, his mouth half-open, ready to speak, I realise what he is about to do and that I absolutely must avoid him.I spring up, grab him by the shoulders, force him down onto the bed, then sit on top of him.I pin his arms and bend over his mouth, pushing my tongue deep into him, silencing whatever he was about to say.I move over him, my cock straining against his abdomen, as the Doctor lets himself be overcome by me and by the desperation to get him away from everything else.
He struggles, his hands pushing against the restraint.I release him, and he seizes my face with trembling urgency, yanking me down, crushing me to him, as if he’s terrified of ever letting go.
The Doctor craves every part of me, but he’ll have to ache for the pieces I choose to surrender.
His hands slide down my back, gripping my hips with urgent need.I push against him, desperate for release, my pain turning into longing as the Doctor matches my every move.Our bodies are tangled in a need so strong it could break me.At this pace, I’ll come onto his stomach without even letting him touch me.Then his hand slides down, slowly massaging my opening.
I tear my mouth from his and instinctively arch my back.“Fuck yeah.”
I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by his touch.He keeps working his fingers, massaging me gently, while all I want is for him to finish it — finish me, too.
“Deeper,” I grit out, my voice trembling with need.I open my eyes and lock onto his.His gaze is so dark, so consuming, it threatens to swallow me whole.
The Doctor senses my desperation.With his other hand, he reaches into the bedside table drawer, rummages briefly, and pulls out a bottle.
