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“Me neither,” he says, kissing me. He licks his lips when he rolls his hips, and I swear when he pulls out and sinks back in. “Still okay?” he asks, and I pant.
“Yes,” I whimper, his cock driving in deep. I wrap my arms and legs tight around him, and he lowers his eyes, locking them with mine. His breath comes fast, his gray eyes a shade darker than before. He starts to move, still not breaking eye contact, slowly at first, sliding in and out. I grab his face and kiss him hard, gripping his ass, my nails disappearing into his flesh, urging him on. The low growl escaping from his lips tells me he likes a little bit of pain. My eyelids drift closed, his pine mixed with sweat scent intoxicating. He sucks on my bottom lip and groans when he picks up his pace. My body shakes with need, and my heartbeat hammers in my ears. He pushes my hands up high above my head, and with the other, he toys with my nipple, and a shiver runs through my body.
“Jesse, please, I can’t, I don’t—” I say, my voice a hoarse whisper.
“Damn, you’re so fucking tight. Look at me, Ace,” he demands. I have trouble catching my breath. “Look at me,” he repeats.
I do and my eyes travel south, watching his big cock disappearing between my swollen pussy lips. I suck in a breath when he hits my sweet spot deep inside. My head falls back, and he kisses the inside of my neck. I tilt my head and brush a kiss across his chin. He doesn’t hesitate when he pulls back and slams into me again. Sweat drips off him onto me, and I love it. Love the way he looks at me, fills me, pushes me toward the edge. He grinds himself deep inside me again, and I mewl from the pain.
“You okay?”
I’m panting. My stomach tenses when he pulses deep within. “More than okay, Jesse,” I whisper, kissing him.
“I can’t hold on any longer,” he says against my lips. “I’ve never felt something this good,” he drawls, tracing the line of my nose with his. He locks our fingers together, one hand right above my head, and the other next to my shoulder. His jaw tenses as he hammers into me, and I dig my heels into the bed. Little shudders take me hostage with each stroke, and he picks up his pace.
“I’m close,” he moans.
I angle my head and kiss him. My body is shaking with need. He swirls his hips and pushes in again, messing with my head, with my heart. He locks eyes with me and licks the inside of my neck, and I come hard, the orgasm taking me by surprise. Watching me shatter with a content smile on his lips, he starts to pound into me again, burying himself deep, and after a couple of strokes, he comes, calling out my name, collapsing on top of me. We are both drenched in sweat, my heartbeat is hammering in my ears, and I’m gasping for air, for him. I brush his sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, and he grins, kissing me.
He mumbles against my lips. “Stay the night with me?”
He snuggles next to me under the blankets, drawing me into him. “That was better than snowboarding,” he yawns, seeming to have trouble keeping his eyes open.
I chuckle, resting my forehead against his chin. His lips touch my face, and we lock eyes while he smiles.
“You’re a smooth talker, snowboard guy.” My voice sounds hoarse.
He hugs me tight. “You have no idea, Ace of Spades,” he whispers as I close my eyes, drifting off with the taste of him still on my lips and his release between my legs.
I wake up sweating in the middle of the night, somehow wearing his T-shirt.
No!
My eyes fly open. What happened? Where am I? What was …
I take a deep breath, clutch my racing heart through Jesse’s T-shirt. It was just a dream.
“Ace, babe, you okay?” he asks, concerned, while he caresses my cheek.
“What happened?” I take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to get my heartbeat under control.
“You were shouting Ronnie over and over,” he says soothingly.
“I’m sorry,” I say, sitting up. I brush a hand through my hair. “Probably a bad dream.”
He lays his hand against my back, and I stiffen. “I’m going to get a glass of water,” I tell him, not looking his way as I walk down the stairs to his kitchen.
I haven’t had dreams like that in months; where I’m suffocating while I dig through the snow until my hands are red with blood. I wipe at my eyes, willing the memories to travel into the back of my mind where they belong. The moment when everything went white around me, how I dug myself out of the snow, searching and screaming for my brother until my voice was hoarse. Running and falling when I spotted his red helmet. My blood covered and soon-to-be numb hands digging for him in the snow.
I don’t know how long I’m standing in the kitchen before Jesse asks, “You really okay, Ace?”
I stare at him, the low light of the lamp casting a soft glow on his face. He’s not wearing a shirt, and he’s breathtaking. His black boxer shorts and the bulge clearly present in them make me do a double take, and I forget his question.
“Are you crying?” he reaches out to brush a tear from my face. I take his hand in mine, and he hugs me tight to his chest. “Did I hurt you?”
I sniffle against his neck, leaving a wet trail with my nose. “No, I was dreaming about my brother.”
“Your brother?” he asks, pulling back, still holding me.
