Page 102 of Shattered Pieces

He was kissing me like I was the air he breathed as I removed my fingers from him, blindly grabbing the lube to coat my cock in it before I could change my mind.

“You sure?” I asked, his hips lifting to encourage me to keep going.

“I’m really sure. Fuck me.”

I drowned out the thoughts in my head as I kissed him hard, nudging the head of my cock against his ass and taking my time. The cursed moan he let out when I breached the tight ring almost had me fucking lose it. I’d never heard him make that sound before, and for a second, I was worried I was hurting him.

“You okay?” I questioned as I stopped, his hand sliding around my throat as if worried I was going to pull away.

“Just be slow. Oh, fuck, I can feel your piercing,” he grunted as I pushed in a little more, my own nerves slipping away as I focused on the feeling of him around me as I sank deeper. I pulled out a little before thrusting forward again, and I loved it when he grabbed a handful of my ass to try and pull me closer.

“I’m trying to be slow like you asked,” I said dryly, chuckling when he shut me up with a kiss.

He still had a hand around my throat, his fingers tightening slightly as I pushed the rest of the way in.

“I need to apologize to Rory,” he panted against my lips, and I wasn’t sure why, but it was the funniest thing in the world and I couldn’t stop the laughter from leaving me. It seemed to break the awkwardness, a chuckle leaving him too as he released my throat and stroked his hand over my hair. “You doing okay?”

“Me? I’m not the one with a dick in my ass,” I huffed, and he wriggled his hips with a smirk.

“I’m not complaining. C’mon, I need you to move.”

“Tell me if⁠—”

“Just fuck me, baby,” he murmured, burying his face in my neck and nibbling just below my ear.

I started slow, giving him a few slow thrusts to make sure he was alright before going a little faster. This wasn’t scary or wrong at all, and now I felt stupid. My head was quiet too, giving me more confidence that what we were doing was right.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned, wanting to get deeper. “Get on your knees for me.”

He scrambled to do as I asked, pushing back on me as I slid inside him again.

“Keep doing that,” he choked out as I set a good rhythm, my hand stroking his cock at the same pace, teasing his piercing with my thumb every so often. “Harder.”

I definitely liked it like this. With his legs parted more and his hand on the headboard, I could get deep and have full access to him.

I held onto his shoulder to drag him back to me with every thrust, and the second he let out a whimper and my hand became slick with his cum, I came so damn hard I almost blacked out.

“Goddamn,” Jensen mumbled, the rest of his body sinking into the bed and taking me with him.

“I can’t move,” I replied, kissing the back of his neck.

“Then don’t.”

We stayed like that for a few minutes, a flicker of doubt creeping in. There was nothing wrong with what we’d just done or it wouldn’t have felt right.

“Roll off,” Jensen murmured, waiting for me to ease off him before rolling over to face me. “You still good?”

“I think so?” I said, knowing it sounded more like a question than a firm answer when he shuffled closer and tangled his legs with mine to pull me against him. He tucked me against his chest, his hand moving to my hair to run his fingers through it.

“Talk to me. What are you feeling?”

“Right now? Really fucking tired,” I joked, nuzzling into him more. “It was good. Was it good for you?”

“I’d go for round two if I could,” he answered, pressing a kiss to my head. “I love you so damn much.”

“I love you too,” I whispered, tilting my face up to give him a kiss.

Jensen