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His gaze sharpens as he teases me with little strokes. “Is this something you want? Do you like this?”
He strokes around my hole, and I gasp, nodding quickly. “Yes. I like it. I want this. Please.” Jocelin takes pity on me, and I groan as he presses the tip of his finger in. My hips jerk as I try to thrust against his hand, neither movement resulting in any kind of relief. “Joce. Fuck. Please!”I inhale sharply as Jocelin pushes his finger deeper. “Fuck, yes! That’s… fuck. So good.” He glides in and out of me with slow, teasing strokes, but I want more. I need it. Like he’s reading my mind—or my body—he adds a second finger, and my breath catches. “Fuuuuuck.” It’s been a while since anyone did this to me, and I’ve almost forgotten how amazing it feels.
Sliding my hand into his sweats, I fist his cock, stroking him in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers. He leans into me with a soft grunt, resting his temple against my face, turning toward me until his mouth finds mine. The kiss is sloppy, all needy tongues and lips. It’s hot as hell, and I can’t get enough.“God, Joce, that feels incredible. I love this.” I thrust back against his fingers. “Fuck me.”
Jocelin’s body shudders against mine, and he moans. “Was that an exclamation or a request?”
“Request. Please, baby. I want you to fuck me.”
He shakes his head. “Fucking you will feel so good,mon chéri. But not this time. This time, I have other plans for you.” His voice is hoarse, and his accent is so seductive, my entire body trembles with anticipation.
Jocelin’s fingers slip free of my body as he sits up and pushes me back onto the bed. I don’t resist, flopping down onto the pillows as he scrambles to straddle my hips. “Just where I want you.” He reaches for the bottle of lube and squirts a lot into his hand. “You’re going to stay right there while I fuck myself on your cock.”
Jesus fucking christ. I groan, the crudeness of his words making my aching cock even harder. Still in his sweatpants, Jocelin reaches back, slipping his lubed fingers under his waistband. Even though I can’t see what he’s doing, I know what’s happening. The sound of cool gel against warm skin is hot as fuck. “Christ, I want to see you do that, babe. Let me see you.” I’m dizzy with lust, more turned on than I ever remember being. I can barely catch my breath. “God, you’re so fucking sexy. You’re gonna make me come just watching you.” My cock is straining against the front of my sweats, a very dark wet spot growing larger by the moment.
Jocelin licks his lips and tugs at my fleece with his free hand. “Take them off. Now.” I scramble to comply as he shoves his own pants off his hips, one-handed, the other still moving behind him. As soon as I’m free of my own, I help yank his the rest of the way off. Jocelin slips his fingers free and pulls his shirt over his head, reaching for the lube. “Get ready. I need you in me now.” Faster than I’ve ever moved before, I obey, still surprised by how much I love this bossy side of him.
Once I’m slicked up, he slowly lowers himself onto my cock, taking all of me at once with a loud groan. I’m panting, fisting the sheets, trying to blink away my blurry vision. Giving up, I squeeze my eyes shut and attempt to maintain some control as Jocelin’s body squeezes me so fucking tightly. “Fuck, babe, you feel so good.” He clenches around my cock. “Oh, fuck.”
I let go of the sheets, grabbing his hips and holding on as he starts a slow grind. Leaning over me, Jocelin grabs the headboard, his hips picking up speed as his breathing grows ragged. “That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. God, I want to come in your tight ass, but I’m trying to hold back.”
Without warning, he slows his movements to a gentle roll, and I swear I’m going to lose my mind. “Jocelin!” I want to grab his hips, slam up into him, fuck him hard and fast until I explode. But that’s not what Jocelin wants, so I keep my hips on the bed and try not to whimper in frustration.
He leans down and kisses me sensually, plundering my mouth with his tongue. I dig my fingers into his hips and whimper into his mouth, feeling his lips curve into a smile. “You’re being very good for me,mon chéri. I think that deserves a reward.” Sweat running in rivulets down his chest, Jocelin pushes himself up on his knees until just the tip of my cock is inside him. He looks into my eyes, then slams himself down. I see stars, my body trembling as my mind screams, ‘Yes! Finally!’ I roar with the intensity of the stroke, sure I’m going to explode into a million fragments at any moment.
On his next downstroke, I slam my hips up to meet him, the staccato sound of flesh slapping against flesh turning me on as much as the shout that it pulls from him. “Fuck! Oh! Fuuuuuuuck!” Jocelin moans one long, constant sound as I pound into him, over and over, each thrust of my hips forcing the headboard to bang against the wall in a rhythmic thud.
His moans grow louder and higher, pulsing with each thrust of my hips. “Come for me, babe. Fuck yourself on my cock and come.”
“Oh, god! Fuck!”
Completely untouched, Jocelin shoots thick ropes of come all over my chest. It’s so fucking hot that it only takes one more thrust before all my muscles clench, sparks explode behind my eyes, and my orgasm rips through me.
Gasping for air, I collapse to the mattress, Jocelin’s limp body draped over mine. We lie there, unmoving, for several minutes, as we try to fill our lungs and let the room settle. I’m utterly drained. Sated like I’ve never been, I’m teetering on the brink of sleep. Before I tip over the edge, I grab tissues, passing some to Jocelin, and clean myself up, tossing them off the side of the bed to deal with in the morning.
Jocelin cleans himself off, then turns to me, wiping off my chest before pressing close as he kisses me softly. “My god, that was… I have no words for that.” He kisses me again and sighs, smiling tiredly.
My chest is tight with new and intense feelings, and though I fight to keep my eyes open, barely able to manage the small swipe of my thumb against his lower back, unfiltered words fall from my mouth. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me in such a very long time. I’m happier than I’ve been… well, probably since my dad died.” Jocelin goes very still against me, and I wonder if I should stop. But he deserves to know how he makes me feel. “When I’m with you, I’m truly happy. I love what we have between us. I love what we’re becoming together.” Nuzzling into his hair, I sigh, so incredibly content. “I just love being with you.”
Jocelin’s fingers slowly brush over my chest. “You make me happy too, Gunnar. I actually don’t ever remember being this happy before. Even with everything that happened today… Well, yesterday at this point.”
I kiss him on the forehead, and he sighs and cuddles closer. “We should get some sleep. We can talk about it more later, if you want.” I turn onto my side, pulling Jocelin against me, throwing a leg over his, then wrapping him tightly in my arms. He somehow kicks the blankets up over us and settles against me with a contented sigh.
My last thought before drifting off is of Jocelin and how right this feels.
21
Jocelin
Idriftawakefroma dream of mumbled French voices and a vague sense of unease but find myself smiling as I stretch, the weight of Gunnar’s arm heavy across my torso. His warm body is pressed against my back, but my front is absolutely freezing. That probably explains the odd dream. The blankets pool around our feet, so we must have kicked them off during the night.
As the fog lifts from my sleepy mind, I hear muffled voices again. Are they coming from the living room? I listen harder, forcing my brain to engage, andmon dieu, I recognize them. My eyes fly open, and I scan the room. Sitting just outside the bedroom door are two black carry-ons that most definitely hadn’t been there when Gunnar and I went to sleep.Ostie de crisse de tabarnak!
Very clear French drifts up the stairs.
“I don’t know! How would I know? He didn’t say anything to me.”
“Well, he didn’t say anything to me either. And did you see the suit in a heap, in the corner? We taught him better than that.”
