I add more lube and a third finger, going straight for his sweet spot. After a minute, he’s fucking himself on my fingers and pulling my mouth off his cock. It takes less than a second for me to rip open a condom and earn his glare.
“We don’t actually need those.” He lifts his chin as if the rubber offends him.
I hover above him and notch myself at his entrance. “We are responsible adults, so we’re getting retested to be safe, and then we’ll go without.” I plunge in harder than I mean to, furious at his reckless side and shocked at how much I want it too.
“More,” Theo demands, lifting up to impale himself on my cock.
My cheek grazes his collarbone. “I need a minute, or this will be over.”
Theo’s cocky laugh helps me focus on that rather than how his body hugs me. A few deep breaths and I’m ready to move.
“Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had,” Theo orders.
Chapter 28
Theo O'Keefe
I sound like a clingy asshole, but it’s all too much, and I’m sure he’ll break me—physically and mentally. I’m lost and need him to be as gone as I am. Unhinged and grasping for an anchor.
“The absolute best. No other ass compares to yours.” He hovers above me, looking straight into my eyes as he rocks in and out of me.
I’m shocked I could take him. My confidence a lie to cover my nerves. The pressure is overwhelming, hard to describe. As he pushes in, my body stretches impossibly wide to accommodate him. It burns, and I’m sure he’s rearranging my organs. But when he pulls out, I’m painfully empty, gaping for more of him.
It’s more than physical. I ache to be closer to him, enthralled by the sight of him entering my body. I love the difference in our skin tones. There’s no doubt which parts are his and which are mine. We look good together—powerful muscles colliding, hard yet soft.
Jamal’s lips are the softest part of him. His mouth breaks me open, and I fear the aftermath. The self-destructive part of me wants to taunt that this is his first time and he wouldn’t know better.
Thank the stars, he nails my gland and reduces me to grunts and groans.
Jamal stares at me as if I matter. As if I’m someone important to him. That he can’t believe we’re fucking either. My body has given itself over to him. I’m at his mercy, and it feels like flying. I’m so full and connected to him in a way I could never imagine. Sex used to be a means of getting off. Not this.
He’s holding back, and I hate it. I’m on the edge of my sanity and need him there with me.
He’s holding himself up with his arms and collapses onto me when I force his palm around my throat. His nostrils flare, and his eyes glow brighter than laser beams. He picks up his pace and seems to embed himself inside me.
This. This is what I want. He tries to balance himself, taking his hand off my neck, but I won’t let him.
Jamal exhales an animalistic roar and presses harder on my throat and bottoms out inside me.
“Is this what you want, Kitten? Show me.” His eyes are as savage as a tiger’s.
My dick knows exactly what he’s asking and erupts between us, covering my torso and abs.
“Did you?” Jamal drops his weight on me and grinds himself in my cum. His legs quiver, and he bites down on my shoulder, filling the fucking condom instead of me. “You came untouched,” he says, disbelieving instead of gloating.
“You asked and I obeyed.” I kiss the side of his head because it’s all I can reach. He giggles, which makes me laugh. “What?”
“Theo O’Keefe and the word obey do not go together.” He turns his head so we can kiss.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to make a joke, but the truth spills out against his lips. “They do when it comes to you.”
Jamal makes a choking sound but deepens the kiss like he’s trying to crawl inside me through my mouth. He’s not as hard, but enough to stay in my ass, and all I can think is to remember this moment. It’s the type of perfection that can’t be topped, and no matter what happens, we’ll always have this.
I remind myself this isn’t a spiritual bonding experience. It’s physical between us.
Before Jamal, I wouldn’t have believed I would choose to bottom. It wasn’t something that interested me in the least. Now I crave more.
He moves and I moan in protest.
