Huh. The rumors are true. Some of his friends still wear their varsity jackets from high school. Not Bane. He wears his great grandfather’s brown bomber jacket from World War II.
Bane always seems so carefree and shallow, but there’s a lot of depth under the surface, things I’m just starting to discover.
He’s not like I expected at all. One day that will stop surprising me, but it isn’t today.
“Well, thanks for letting me wear it,” I say.
It doesn’t feel right to just toss the jacket aside, so I get up and carefully drape it back over a chair.
“Whatever,” he says again.
But when I come back to bed, he wraps me in his arms, and I don’t have to worry about being cold anymore. Even his eyes seem brighter in the darkness like the temperature in them has thawed a few degrees.
~
Josh
“Need you. Now.”
If only the words came out commanding. Instead, I’m practically begging.
Bane has three fingers inside me, and it feels like he’s been driving me insane for hours. His fingers stopped working me open a long time ago and now he’s just having fun while I writhe in his arms.
I’m straddling his lap, practically mindless with desire. My cock aches, leaking and untouched, but it’s the emptiness inside me that has me begging.
“Please. Come on.”
“Are you sure?” His golden eyes gleam with a mix of amusement and heat. “Let’s see if you can take four.”
“I’d rather take your—”
“Whoa.”
Already on his lap, it isn’t difficult to reposition myself until I’m right where I want to be—almostwhere I want to be, that is. My hips roll, my ass rubbing against the hard length of his cock. I want him inside me, filling me completely. I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he growls.
“Giving you some incentive.”
His hard cock brushes my slick entrance. I keep teasing us both, making sure his cock nudges my hole and gets close before pulling back, tempting him.
It would be so easy to sink down a few inches and take him in, but I grit my teeth and hold back. The only thing I need more than him inside me is forhimto need it just as badly.
His hands land on my hips like he means to hold me in place, but his breath hitches as I swivel my hips in a slow drag, and he doesn’t stop me. The friction sends sparks of pleasure through me, and a needy whimper escapes my lips.
“Fuck, Josh... you’re driving me crazy,” he rasps, voice strained, struggling to maintain control.
My lips brush against his ear. “Then stop holding back, Bane. I need all of you.”
His grip on my hips tightens, but he’s rocking into me just a little, like he can’t help himself. He wants to give in.
“Please, Bane. I need you to fuck me. Need to feel you inside me. Need it so bad. Please.”
“Well, if you want it so badly,” he says, acting like he’s doing me a favor.
His tip breaches me, promising to give me exactly what I crave, when everything changes.
Bane suddenly coughs, and before I can ask if he’s okay, he’s lifting me off him and setting me down on the bed beside him.
