“That can be remedied.” He shifts and leans over me, and I end up eating the comforter with anoomph.
I don’t know what he’s doing, but it forces him deeper than before, and I swear I vibrate from the inside out. I’m a tuning fork of bliss over here.
But the bigger revelation? It didn’t fucking hurt. No.That was fucking amazing.
He straightens and starts thrusting into me again. But I can take more. “Deeper,” I moan. On the next snap of his hips—a half-sob rips from me. “Yes.Yes. More of that. Fuck, Jed. I can take it now. Give me that dick.”
A tortured sound comes from him, and he lays into me, sliding even deeper.
I slam my fist into the bed. “Harder.”
My cock is leaking all over my bed. I don’t think I’ve ever dripped this much pre-cum before. I don’t know if it’s the angle, or if I’m finally stretched or turned on enough, but my body is fucking singing now. His dick is playing tag with my prostate. And I am here. For. It.
My blood is on fire, pressure is building at the base of my spine. Not just there. It’s my entire body. A heady thrum from my toes to my fingertips. I feel like I’m seconds from imploding. Exploding? God, I don’t know. Both? His dick is destroying me.
He leans back slightly and?—
“There, don’t stop. Fuck. Faster, but right there.”
He listens. Always so good at taking instructions, my big, bad ballplayer.
“Fucking hell, Jed. I swear to Lou Gehrig, you have a magic dick.” A guttural moan pulls from deep inside me. “Nrghh. I think I’m in love with it. I’m going to build a shrine to it. I’ll set up a little place with candles and incense and flowers. Maybe I’ll give it gifts of fancy oils and penis jewelry?—”
He collapses atop me and something lands by my head. His body shakes, laughter rumbling through him. “What,” he gasps. “The literal fuck, babe.”
“I’m sorry, J-Squared,” I pant. “Did you not like my sex ramblings? Your dick makes me lose my mind. I was just trying to show my appreciation.”
“A part of me feels like I should be insulted that you can talk that much while I’m dicking you down. But I also know it’s just soyou. Running that mouth I can’t get enough of.”
“My, my, how things have changed. You like my mouth now.”
“Like is much too tame a word,” he growls. My stomach flutters. “I can’t get enough of it.”
He pushes up on his hands and jerks his hips into me. Oh, that’s fucking lovely. I like this new position. I’m nearly flat against the mattress at this point, my knees bent just a fraction. The weight of his lower half driving into me is glorious. I’m getting everything I wished for, everything I’d fantasized about. Every drive sends me into the bed. I’m quite literally getting fucked into the mattress. I arch my back and push my ass into him as he slams into me.
“Fuck, Jed.Harder.”
He groans and falls to his forearms. Now every inch of me is covered in Jed. Sweaty, sexy Jed. And I’m obsessed with it.
He grips my biceps and—ohmygod—he uses me as leverage to fuck into me. Sounds are ripped from me, completely involuntary. They might be sobs. They might be incoherent babbling. I’m being twisted inside out. My bodyis on fire, but at the same time, it’s ice cold. I’m a live wire right now. Everywhere he touches me sparks and bursts with overwhelming sensation. My dick is weeping pre-cum tears of joy at the friction of the comforter his thrusts are causing. I’m seconds from?—
“Fuck, baby,” Jed says hoarsely. “Please tell me you’re close. I’m not going to last much longer.”
That’s all I need. The catalyst. Knowing I’m wrecking him just like he’s wrecking me. Pleasure takes me as its own, and I cry out. It’s everywhere, spreading through me, surrounding me, dancing over my skin. I’m a stadium after the home team just had a walk-off grand slam. An entire building of tens of thousands of people celebrating so hard it shakes a fucking cement structure. My world is coming down around me, a crowd on its feet, roaring.
Jed’s hips stutter, and his growled shout fills my ears. He rails into me one last time and stills, his body jerking on top of me. I collapse, lungs heaving. Jed’s forearms tremble as he holds himself slightly above me, but his head drops to my shoulder. He presses kiss after kiss along the curve, moving toward my neck. Each one is softer and more tender than the last. My heartbeat pops off like the snappers fireworks I used to play with as a kid.
We stay like that, silent, letting our heartbeats slow and our breaths even out. It’s…right. Just existing with him.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he whispers.
My chest tightens. Those words strike me, sink inside and embed like shrapnel. Most people in my life have wanted to leave me. But this amazing man doesn’t.
And I know he’s talking about his dick, and it doesn’t actually mean anything. But it feels like more. I’m not sure it matters how deep the meaning goes behind those words.To just be wanted, in any capacity, by Jed…it’s the best feeling in the whole world.
Cabinet doors slam, and the familiar thuds and bangs of life filter into my room. My eyes widen, and I turn to catch Jed’s eye. Everyone else is clearly back from the club. His lips twitch.
“Oh my god,” I whisper-shout. I roll over, and he slips out. My body screams, internally reaching for him back. I push past the hollow ache filling me and turn until I’m on my side facing him. “Do you think they heard us?”
