His hand gripped and squeezed me while his mouth whispered words of encouragement into my ear. “You’re so hot like this. Beautiful… Those noises you make… Bird… Fuck. You’re killing me…”
I arched up into his grip, begging for more, but instead of his slick hand moving faster on my cock, his fingers moved behind my sac to my hole. My entire body tightened in anticipation.
“Shh,” he urged. “Relax, baby. That’s it. So good. Spread your legs for me. Good, good… Breathe…”
Jack’s fingertip slid inside of me. I clenched around it and arched my head back, silently screaming for more.
“Christ, you’re tight.” Jack’s words sounded slurred. “So hot. Fuck, Hawk.”
His slick finger moved in and out, reaching deeper and searching for just the right spot. “J-jack. There. Oh god. Right there.”
Sweat beaded at my hairline. My entire body was locked and loaded, every cell ready to open fire on my nerves.
“So fucking sexy,” Jack continued, almost talking to himself. His long frame was stretched out beside me, and his mouth searched for new patches of skin on my neck to nibble as he slowly added another finger inside me. And then another.
I sucked in a breath and tried to relax again, but it was tricky when my whole body was overloaded with sensation. Pleasure and fullness and a quick bite of pain that, strangely enough, only heightened the pleasure. My legs shook and my abs quivered from the effort of keeping my body together when it wanted to fly into a thousand pieces.
“Want you, Jack,” I murmured, because those words for this man had become such a part of me that now they played on an endless loop in my brain. “Want you, want you, want you.”
“You have me.” He pressed a kiss to my belly button. “I’m right here with you, baby.”
The urge to ask him to fuck me again sat frozen on my tongue as I realized those weren’t quite the right words. This wasn’t fucking—just like Jack had said it wouldn’t be. This was bigger. More tender. More consuming.
“Then please.” I pushed at his wrist, wordlessly telling him I needed more than fingers now. “Please.”
When Jack finally moved to put on a condom, I watched with rapt attention. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this experience. There was always the chance that he would rethink this—us—and I wanted to remember it with such clarity I could replay it over and over in my memory.
He moved between my legs and pushed my knees up toward my chest before grabbing a pillow and shoving it under my hips. When his gaze landed on my prepped hole, heat flared in his eyes.
Turning Jack on was the hottest thing I’d ever done.
I reached down to grab his thigh as he began to push against my opening. His eyes flicked to mine with a question, and I nodded, because whatever he was asking, the answer wasyes.
He was big enough to stretch me past my comfort level. I tried to hold back the wince, but he noticed anyway. “Deepbreath. That’s it. Push out. Good. Oh fuck, Hawk… fuck, you’re so tight.Fuck.”
His voice lowered to a gravel-filled groan that went straight to my dick, filling it again almost painfully. I concentrated on breathing and reminded myself to trust him. He moved at glacial speed until he was finally, blessedly, inside me.
A part of me.
We both groaned together until he moved his mouth over mine and licked into my mouth. His physical possession of me was complete and overwhelming, deliciously mind-melting and body-numbing. With each slow stroke across my gland, he fired up my nerves until everything in the lower half of my body was ready to explode.
I grabbed at his back, his hips, his legs, anywhere at all I could stay connected to him while he thrust in and out of me. My eyes stayed wide open so I could take it all in—the sight of his cock disappearing into me, the clench of his stomach as he thrust, the sweat-slick sheen of his skin as he held himself under control, the cherry red of his lips from my stubble.
“Jack,” I cried, arching into his thrust. “Jack, I’m so close.”
I reached for my cock, but his hand got there first, stroking it in time with his body’s movements until I hung right on the precipice, clinging to sanity with the tips of my fingers because I didn’t want this to end…
“Come for me, Bird,” Jack said, his gaze searing mine. “Fly for me.”
His growled demand made an end-run around my brain. I let go—Ijumped—and my release crashed over me with breathtaking force. “Jaaaaack.”
The noise he made when he came deep inside my body vibrated through me like a tuning fork, and in that moment, the two of us were perfectly, completely aligned. One being. One cataclysmic event.
His body shook on top of mine as the aftershocks of his orgasm washed through him. Somehow, his arms had made their way underneath me to hold me tightly to him, and our damp bodies stuck together from neck to groin.
I love you,I thought, but the words were stuck in my throat. Instead of saying them, I moved my hands slowly up and down his back, carding gentle fingers through his hair and pressing soft kisses against the side of his face.
We stayed like that for a long moment—I would have stayed there forever—but Jack inhaled sharply like he was emerging from sleep and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. He grabbed the base of the condom and pulled out of me, murmuring something apologetic, then climbed off the bed to dispose of it.
