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“I love your dick. It’s such a good dick. It feels so good in me.”
Fucking hell...I let out a soft groan as he runs his hand lazily over my erection. “Fuck, Macey, are you trying to kill me?”
He shakes his head slowly. “That’d be stupid. Then you couldn’t fuck me.”
I let out a breath of laughter that turns into a choked groan as he slides his thumb over the tip of my dick. “Bloody hell. You either need to drop my dick or get me off properly,” I growl.
“You can get off inside me,” he suggests, offering a teasing grin.
I quirk an eyebrow at him. “I think your arse might have had enough for today.”
He shakes his head. “Nope. Want more.”
“Macey...”
He lets go of my dick and gives my chest a shove, eyes narrowed at me, all traces of his earlier dazedness gone. “Don’t go getting all concerned for me now, arsehole. I know what I want. I feel empty and I need you to—”
I don’t let him finish, shoving him up against the shower wall and slamming my lips to his. If he’s coherent enough to yell at me, I’m going to trust he knows what he wants. I grip his thighs and haul him off the ground, prompting him to wrap his legs around me as I sink inside him.
And I’m home.
I have no idea when Jack started to feel that way for me. When being inside him became more than just epic sex. But it’s impossible to ignore now.
This guy that I’ve hated for twenty years has somehow become everything. The person I’m always looking for in a crowd. The only name I want to see flash up on my phone. The face that pops into my head just before I go to sleep.
This is so much more than just sex. And I’d be lying if I said that didn’t terrify the hell out of me. Because I’m the idiot who went and fell for a guy I already knew was in love with someone else.
And like all besotted fools, evidently I’m willing to take whatever crumbs I can get. Although, to be fair, these are pretty epic crumbs.
I kiss Jack even more desperately as I drive in deeper, savouring the way he clings to me—fingers digging into my skin, legs wrapped tight around my waist—as though he never wants to let me go.
Finally tearing my lips from his, I run my teeth along his jaw and neck. Unsurprisingly, he soon starts begging for more than a mere scrape.
“Fuck yeah, do it,” he urges. “Make it hurt.”
With a wry smirk, I bite down hard into the soft flash of Jack’s neck. There’s still a nasty bruise there from the last time I chewed on his neck and I deliberately aim for the more sensitive skin, knowing it will heighten the intensity .
Jack groans, his head falling back against the tiles to give me better access.
“Alastor,” he pants, sounding a little out of it again. “Al —I want to know why.”
“Huh?” I draw away from his neck so I can glance at him. Now I’m the one who’s completely dazed. All I can focus on is the feeling of pleasure flooding through me as I plough into Jack. Have I missed part of a conversation?
“Why don’t you need other people around with us?”
My mind falters for a moment and I pause my movements as I strain to recall the conversation we were having a few days ago. When I let slip that despite my usual preference for group sex and exhibitionism, I’ve never wanted any of that with Jack. I shake my head. “I don’t know. I guess...you’re enough.” The words sound completely lame, I know, but I can’t bring myself to say what I’d actually been thinkingyou’re everything.
“That’s...flattering,” he says dryly, glancing away. I can’t tell if it’s disappointment or irritation etched in his expression; he covers it too quickly for me to be sure.
I press my forehead to his, willing him to understand without me needing to say it. “Jack. Jack, I—” I pause, not entirely sure where to go from here. Those three little words are on the tip of my tongue. I want to say them. I want to put to words the feelings that have been churning away inside me for the past few weeks. But I don’t. I hold back. Why? Self-preservation, I guess. It’s like, maybe if I don’t say it out loud, it won’t hurt as much when this doesn’t work out. Because, let’s face it, we all know this is going to end at some point.
Rather than trying to finish my thought, I slam my lips back against his and resume my thrusting. But even with him wrapped around me like this, I just can’t seem to get close enough. I need to be deeper. Closer. Completely entwined.
With a frustrated grunt, I pull out of him and let his feet fall to the floor. Then I grab his hand and tug him out of the shower, not caring that the water is still running.
“What’s going on?”
“Bed. Now.”
