Page 68 of Uncharted

And…well⁠—

“I want to feel you inside me,” I admitted, sending my heart racing at the truth finally coming from my lips. “Never thought I’d say that to someone, let alone you, but I can’t picture me saying it to anyone else.”

“I only want it to be you,” he told me in a soft voice, and he was kissing me again.

Kissing and nudging me, and I knew we were making our way back toward the bed. I broke the kiss long enough to yank off my shirt and throw it to the side, the back of my knees hitting the bed as I fumbled with the buttons on my jeans, and then the tie on the sleep pants he’d been wearing before I’d gone out. He had put on a tank top while I was gone, and before I let him push me onto the bed, I had to break the kiss once more to help him out of it.

Then he gave me another push; my knees buckled, and I collapsed onto the bed. He stepped back long enough to grab his pants and shove them down, wiggling so they fell to his ankles so he could kick them away. He hadn’t been wearing underwear, and I found myself entranced by the sight of his hard cock heavily swinging.

“Ya gonna make me get ya undressed?” he asked with a snort. “Can barely get myself undressed without help.”

“Right,” I said with a laugh as I pushed at my jeans, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear as well so I could shove both off. They dropped to the ground, and then Jake was descending on me. I knew in my mind that if he had the use of both arms, he would have probably scooped me up and manhandled me.

Using his right arm, he came down to put weight on it and on me as he kissed me again. His cock rubbed against my thigh as I nipped at his bottom lip, making him chuckle as I stroked my hand down the back of his head, careful as my fingers brushed the healing, now stapleless wound he’d earned from the river. I had come so close to losing him, but he was there with me, and to think I had started off by choosing a path that could have resulted in me losing him in an entirely different way, before I ever really had him.

“Fucking arm,” he grumbled as his cast bumped against my chest. “Find me a knife.”

I chuckled, pushing him so he flopped miserably onto his back. “Absolutely not. You need to heal, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to invite Colin to gut me because I went along with your bad idea.”

“You have better ideas,” he said as I straddled his hip, his cock pushing up against my ass again. “Way better ideas.”

“Keep that in mind the next time I shoot one of yours down,” I said, a shiver of anticipation that was almost a threat as I felt his cock sliding back and forth over my ass with rolls of his hips.

“Sure,” he said brightly, and I bent to grab the bottle of lube from the drawer. “Wait, I have an idea. Gimme that.”

I gave it to him, curious about what he was up to. He opened it and I watched as he squeezed the bottle, letting it dribble along the side so he could use it to coat his fingers. I let out a little laugh. “That explains how you did it that night; I was wondering how you managed. Still don’t know how you did it quietly though.”

“I got tricks,” he said. “Now scoot forward a bit.”

I did, and he moved his hand beneath me, his fingers pushing against my hole. “Alright now…ride my fingers.”

I cocked my head. “Seriously? Perv.”

He grinned. “Fuck yeah, I am, and when I can use my whole body, I’ll show ya more of what I got locked away. But you’re probably gonna need to ride me anyway, might as well warm up.”

“Double entendres are for flirting, not foreplay,” I told him, but I pushed myself back, letting him adjust his fingers, and then I let out a little gasp as not one, but two fingers slid into me. “Jumping ahead, I see.”

“You can do it,” he said confidently, and I didn’t know if he was talking about the fingers or his dick, but I believed him as I sank down, finding that after a couple weeks of him fucking around back there, I was actually comfortable taking two fingers immediately. There was the uncomfortable feeling of being opened up, sure, but now I had the memory of what it felt like when my body stopped being a little bitch and just accepted the pleasure.

I did as he said, pulling myself forward and pushing back. It was awkward at first; like fucking someone backwards, which should have been easy to pick up, but it took me a while before I caught onto the rhythm. And just as I was getting used to it, a third wet finger was added as I pushed back, and I grunted at the renewed stretch that for a moment, I craved.

Beneath me, Jake was watching intently as I rode out the initial discomfort, and then he curled his fingers, and I groaned as he did it again on the next roll of my hips. I bowed my head, staring into his eyes as his face was illuminated by the moonlight from the nearby window. His gaze was intense, almost blinding.

The fourth came a moment later, and I saw the way his expression shifted, hardening as if he was barely holding on himself as I gasped out my surprise and yet didn’t stop my motions. We’d gone four before, and even then I had suspected it was his way of warming me up to the idea of something that would require it. Correction, four of his fingers, four of my fingers wouldn’t have been enough to get me prepared for him, but his? I hadn’t measured a comparison, but it was definitely closer.

“God,” I whispered as I leaned back and just sat there with all four of his fingers lodged inside me.

“Okay?” he asked gently, even though the intensity in his eyes was anything but gentle.

“About as ready as I could be,” I said, and that was met with the sudden feeling of emptiness as he pulled his fingers out and performed his trick with the lube again. The downside was that it left a mess on the bottle that soaked into the sheets, but he clearly didn’t care as he reached under me and began stroking himself in what I could only call economical motions. There was no desire to pleasure himself; he was just getting the lube where it needed to be before he gripped the base of his cock.

“Ya sure?” he asked again as I picked myself up and pressed him against my hole, hesitating at his question.

The only answer I could give him was to push back. I pushed again and then went rigid as the head breached me. My body forgot how to move, and he slid an extra inch into me.

“Okay, then!” I gasped at the sudden burn of the entrance I’d screwed up and ended up hurting myself.

“Wait, don’t fuckin’ hurt yourself,” he hissed, not moving either.