He leans forward, and when he reaches to kiss my face, I pop out. He huffs a breath and then grabs the glass of water and takes a sip. “Smart.” He lifts the glass. “You’re more prepared than you let on.”
“Just figured you might get thirsty.” I run my hand along his shoulder, down his arm, and take his hand in mine. His skin is slick with sweat, and he smells sweet, ripe, like heaven.
“Now.” He takes a gulp, drinking almost half the glass. “I’m ready to be plowed. You game?”
“Oh, you think you can take me from behind?” I flare my nostrils. “Let’s see.”
He’s up, putting the water glass back and grabbing the bowl. “Just to be safe.”
He lies on his back, lifting his thigh and applying more of the lube I created. My eyes are locked on his body as I get off the bed. He’sso damn sexy like this—on his back, tilted just so with one leg up, getting his beautiful hole ready for more.
“Jamie… um… what if…” I bite my lower lip.
“What? Tell me.”
I grab his ankle, pulling him toward the edge of the bed. “Can I fuck you like this? I want to see your face. Kiss you.”
I’m leaning over him, palming myself, waiting. And then he tilts his pelvis up, pushing his leg in my hand further, spreading himself wider. “Go for it.”
A growl rushes from my core. Something about him this way, on his back, so exposed, unleashes the beast in me, and I’m on him, stroking myself, waiting at his entrance.
“Good?” I ask.
He grabs my head by the sides and pulls me close. “Magnus, rail me.”
I reach down and slip a finger in. Then another. Jamie leaves his hands on my face, pulling me close enough for a kiss, our tongues dancing as my fingers slide in and out of him. He runs his hands up to the base of my horns, gently massaging. His ass is open, warm, and willing, and my dick aches to return there.
“Okay,” I groan. “Let’s get to taking care of this horny hole.”
My cock slides in easily now. I brace my hands against his smooth chest, and as I pound into him—harder, deeper—my tail winds around Jamie’s leg, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, fuck. Fuck.” He times each word with asubsequent thrust. He licks his lips then pulls me back for another kiss. “Fuck your cum into me.”
Does he mean the cum I used for lube or what I’m about to unleash? I don’t ask, because he’s moaning, only the whites of his eyes visible. I reach down, take his dick in my hand and begin stroking.
“Can you come like this?” I tap a bead of precum off the tip then use it to jerk him faster.
“Yes, definitely. But don’t stop.” Jamie’s hand reaches for my back, clutching me closer. “Fuck me harder. Please, Mags. Harder. Harder.” His eyes burn with desire. “Fuck the cum out of me.”
I’m pounding away. Rough. I’ve never fucked anyone like this. Truth is, I’ve never really tried—I was always afraid of breaking them, or breaking something inside myself. But with Jamie, it’s different. He talks to me, guides me. He’s confident, thoughtful. And he prepared for this. For me.
He’s tearing down walls I didn’t even know existed. Brick by brick he’s finding his way to something in me I never dared let anyone touch. It’s overwhelming—terrifying, even—but in the best way. And what floors me most? It isn’t just the sex. It’s him. Jamie. The connection we share.
“Mags, I’m close. If you keep doing all… that, I’m going to come. Soon.”
He lifts his hips, eager for more, and I drive with more force. Deeper. Faster. Grunting with each plunge into him.
“You’re taking my cock so well.” I run my hand overhis cheek. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Now, come for me.” I jerk his cock faster, letting the pad of my thumb linger over the tip. “My sweet little man.”
His scent shifts, and I know he’s close. I lean forward, burying my nose in his armpit, taking him in, and then it happens. His hole contracts around my cock, his body shudders, and he shoots his warm seed into my hand between us.
“Magnus, stay. On top of me. Blanket me.”
“Of course.” I continue stroking him until he finishes, kissing his cheek as his breathing returns to normal.
“Are you done?” I lift myself slightly, take a peek, and laugh.
“What?”
