“God yes,” I gritted out as he used one finger, then two, in and out, over and over until I thought I would lose my mind.
Jake moved down, lay between my legs, kissed my balls as he watched his fingers take me. “Christ, I can’t wait until it’s my cock you’re swallowing up.”
Oh, that was hot. My body jerked a little. “More. I’m ready, Jake. Give me more.”
He added more lube, then pushed a third finger in. He ran his other hand down my abdomen before stroking my erection, making me nearly jolt off the bed. “I love being full. Please, Jake.”
“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asked, his breath against my sac. “Look at you taking my fingers so good. You like having me inside you.”
“Yes. Fuck, you know I do. I want more.” I was writhing. I couldn’t get enough of the way he touched me and filled me and rubbed my prostate. The way he slowed down if I gasped, or kissed my inner thigh, then told me how good I was for him. “Fuck me. Please fuck me,” I begged without an ounce of embarrassment.
With three fingers still buried deep in my ass, Jake looked up at me. “Why don’t you get on top? That way you’re in control. You take as much as you can.”
“Okay.” I liked the idea of that, of setting the pace. I moaned when he pulled his fingers out, feeling empty again. Jake lay on his back and reached for the condom. “Can I do it?”
He nodded and handed it over. I opened the package and rolled the condom down his erection. Jake closed his eyes as if he was already close to losing control, which made confidence shoot through me. I loved that I could get him this way.
I poured lube all down him, rubbing it in. It might have been too much, but then I figured there wasn’t such a thing as too much lube in this situation. I straddled him, on my knees, looked down at this broad, strong, kind man giving himself to me, giving me the control over this moment, and God, I loved him.
It was a little awkward, reaching behind myself and trying to line his cock up with my hole. “Can you?”
“Yeah, of course.”
I knelt a little higher. He used one hand to hold his erection, the other to rub my hole. We worked together to make the two meet, and then gradually, I started to push down. The pressure was immediate, so much pressure, but I kept going, at my pace, looking down at him. Jake’s eyes were firmly on me, watching, paying attention to my reactions. I didn’t know how I knew that, but I did. He was watching to make sure this was what I wanted, that I was still in the moment with him.
I pressed back a little more, and we both gasped as the head of his cock pushed past the first ring of muscles. “Wait. Oh God, wait a minute.”
“We’re good,” he said breathlessly. “Take your time.”
I rubbed my hands over his chest, through the hair there, and he smiled at me, cupped my face, and held me gently. It was just what I needed. “Together but slow.”
“Okay,” Jake replied. And that was what we did, me easing down and him easing up, gently. He paused when I needed, and I wasn’t going to pretend that it was the most comfortable thing in the world at first, but then I was sitting on him, his cock buried deep, all the way inside, and we stopped and breathed and— “Fuck, you feel so good. So damn tight.”
It was exactly what I needed to hear. I leaned forward, and he pushed up, and we kissed, tongues touching and dancing together as I moved on top of him. Jake hissed into my mouth, and I moaned into his. We were grinding unhurriedly, loosening me up, and suddenly it wasn’t enough. “More,” I begged, and he thrust up into me. “Yes!” I cried out. “Again.”
Jake held my hips, pumping his as I rode him. He guided me, but it was still me, still us working together to create this moment, him inside me and me taking this part of myself I’d wanted.
We were sweaty and clinging. I’d gone a little soft but started to get hard again. I wanted this to last forever, or at least the whole night, which obviously wasn’t realistic. “I don’t ever want to stop doing this.”
He growled again, which was fucking hot, then wrapped his arms around me, maneuvered himself so he was sitting and my legs were around him and he was still inside me. “Is this okay?”
“Fuck me,” I said in reply. His mouth slammed down on mine, and he did just that, we did just that, together.
I wrapped a hand around my cock and started to stroke. My orgasm was building, dim embers into a raging wildfire.
“You are so fucking gorgeous. I want to watch you come,” Jake said, and in that moment he thrust up and I shattered. I shouted, didn’t try to hold back as my thoughts went blurry and I closed my eyes, feeling nothing but pleasure as my orgasm ripped through me. I shot all over his chest and my hand. Jake’s hold on me tightened before his body went rigid, his mouth against my throat as he found his own release.
I opened my eyes, looked at him. At his sweat-slicked skin and my come in his chest hair. It was…perfect.
I wrapped my arms around him. Jake eased out and laid us down on our sides so we faced each other. His fingers danced down my temple, to my cheek. “Sounds like it was good?” He smiled.
“It was amazing. I can’t wait to do it again.”
“God, you’re incredible.”
When he kissed me, I felt like maybe I was exactly what he’d said.
32
Jake
Waking up to birds singing and the sun shining after having sex with a guy I adored felt nothing short of spectacular. Last night had been sweet and sensual and so damned good. And unless I was mistaken, Seth had felt the same.
I lay as still as I could, listening to his soft breaths, but soon enough he began to stir, wiggling that pretty ass against my groin, which only stiffened my morning wood.
“Keep doing that, and I’m gonna have to ravage you again.” Seth snickered, a raspy sound that went straight to my groin. Little troublemaker. I kissed his shoulder, then found his ear. “Speaking of which, are you, uh, feeling okay?”
He grinned at me with sleepy eyes. “You mean, after finally having sex with a hot guy?”
I squeezed him tighter. “It was my first time with a hot guy too.”
I heard a catch in his throat. “It was, wasn’t it? Thank you for last night.”
“Thank you.” I trailed my hand around his waist to his hip. “Which is why I wanna make sure you’re not too sore.”
He sighed dreamily. “Yeah, okay, maybe a little.”
I froze, couldn’t help myself. “Shit, I hope I didn’t…”
“Stop.” He shook his head and smirked. “You did everything right. And I love that my sore ass is a reminder of what we did.”
“Lemme see.” I squeezed his cheek. “Just to make sure.”
“You’re killing me,” he said, then rolled to his stomach as if knowing I wouldn’t feel right unless I saw proof that I hadn’t hurt him. “Whatever you say, Mr. Caretaker.”
My fingers traced a path down Seth’s spine to his lower back, and damn, seeing his soft, smooth skin on display like this in the natural light made me so fucking hard.
Seth pushed out his ass in a comical fashion, and I was heartened that he was feeling more comfortable about his body, especially in this position. Because fuck, I could look at the line of his back and those tight buns all day.