“Feels good,” I told him, working my fingers into Jet.
He pushed himself up on his elbows, breath ragged. “How do you want to fuck me?”
I grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze as I thrust my fingers into Jet, thinking about how good he would feel around my shaft. When he grunted in pleasure, grinding his hips down, my body shook with satisfaction.
“Right like this,” I told him. “I want to drive into you.”
All the strength and confidence I’d been building for weeks surged through me. I saw myself the way Jet saw me, desirable and powerful and hot. He moved under my hands, giving to my touch as I lined us up, then rubbed my slick crown to the friction of his rim. On his back, Jet threw his feet over my shoulders.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “You’re so tight.”
“Here,” Jet grunted. His face was sweaty as he took my hands, then showed me how to lift him at the hips. “Fuck me like this.”
I took his hip with one hand and steadied my cock with the other, and after another torturous second of pushing and exploring, Jet opened to me. My cock sank into his tight squeeze, and Jet’s groan dropped deeper, then bottomed out into a moan.
“Fuck, you’re so thick,” Jet gasped.
I held him still. His hole tugged, hot coals that demanded I plunge into their burning core, and I grunted as I strained to hold myself together.
My boyfriend caught my eye, locking gazes with me. His face was contorted, his mouth open in a grimace as he stared at me. “Feels good,” he gasped. “You feel so fucking good in me.”
I slid my hand over his stomach, then pawed at Jet’s chest and sunk in further. “You,” I grunted, then rolled my hips, sliding my cock out and in again. “My boyfriend.”
Jet groaned. He pushed his hips into me, and when he did, his cock throbbed, and a fat drip of precum oozed out. “My boyfriend,” he repeated. “Fuck yeah.”
“Yeah,” I grunted, thrusting harder, then harder. It felt like pure heaven to sink into him as the movement of our bodies hypnotized me. “Love you, Jet.”
My breath froze when I heard the words. I’d thought them earlier, but hadn’t been able to process or decide anything. That wasn’t the kind of thing a person should just say—
“Peyton,” Jet grunted. He pushed himself up, then pulled me down into a deep kiss, his legs falling out behind us. “I love you.”
I was buried to the hilt in Jet, throbbing and desperate to fuck him harder. My raw nerves sang with every whisper of movement, and his deepest muscles tugged me in. It was electric. I was totally unable to think, except that I needed to say it again.
“Love you,” I grunted, pumping from my hips, in and out. “Love you, Jet.”
Jet was under me, writhing and taking my full length. His cock was trapped between us, dripping and hot as a firework that was about to explode. I pressed my weight down as I fucked him, never releasing his gaze.
I did love him. Jet had turned my life upside down, and now that the pieces were settling again, they were finally in the right places. He wasn’t at all who I expected to fall for, but somehow, we’d found each other anyway, and now I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else.
He grabbed my shoulders and grunted hard. “Come in me,” he said. “Fill me up.”
His words ignited me, and I arched my back, pushing hard. The throbbing from my base thundered out, and the rolling waves of an orgasm overtook me as I shot, again and again into Jet’s tight hole. He hollered my name, spraying his release against our sweaty chests, and I felt him everywhere.
The world went still, and then I fell into Jet’s arms. He caught me, and when we rolled to the side, I caught him back.
