Page 130 of Rookie Recovery

“Am I your love PT, though?”

He’d pulled me into a one-armed hug. “You’re my everything,” he said and kissed my forehead.

“Cheeeeeeese.”

“It feels fine today,” Jamie said, catching me looking at his knee, and pulling me from the memory.

I grinned at him. “Good, because I need you in tiptop condition for the intensive drilling you’re about to give me.”

“Such a way with words,” he said. He leant over me to retrieve something from the nightstand.

“Thanks. I learned that at Shakespeare school. Which is mandatory in the UK. It sits right between Spice Girls school and Sherlock Holmes But Only The Ones With Benedict Cumberbatch school.”

Jamie held his thumb over my lips, and tilted his head down so his mouth was next to my ear. His breath tickled. “At some point, you’re going to be quiet so I can fuck you.”

I licked his thumb, then knocked his hand away. “Jokes on you. I’m never quiet.”

“In that case …” He laid a kiss just below my ear, and I felt him breathing in the scent of me, then he pushed up onto his knees between my thighs. “I’m gonna have to make you forget how to talk.”

Jamie filled his palm with lube and spread it to his fingertips. “Let’s get you ready for me.”

“Sir, yes, sir,” I said, but the words caught in my throat as Jamie drew soft circles on my opening with slick fingers.

He positioned himself so that his thighs butted mine upwards, giving himself better access, and loomed over me so he could watch my expression as he eased a finger inside me.

My jaw went slack. My eyes locked onto his.

“Good god, Bowie, you’re so fucking tight. You’d think, after the amount of time I’ve spent inside you the past three weeks, you’d at least be a little stretched out.” He curled his finger, massaging my prostate. Added another finger.

I whined onto the top of my forearm and lifted my ass off the bed to drive him deeper. When I opened my eyes, Jamie was squeezing the head of his cock.

“I could get off just from feeling how tight you are. Knowing that you’ll be gripping me like that in a second. It’s fucking unreal.”

Jamie continued to stretch me, fucking me with his fingers, slowly at first, picking up pace, as he lazily pumped his cock. I didn’t touch my own, which was leaking all over my stomach, for fear of exploding like a Catherine Wheel the moment I made contact.

“I can’t … do this any longer … need to be inside you,” he said through staccato breaths. And then he was above me, resting on his elbows on either side of me, the head of his cock nudging against my entrance. “Bring your knees up, baby. Not too high. I won’t last if you do.”

I did as he asked, and slowly he pushed inside me.

“Fuuuuucccck,” he whispered, his forehead pressing into my temple.

I arched my hips, inviting him in deeper until he was fully seated. He pushed away to bring his unfocused eyes to mine, and he began thrusting.

Slow and soft, with my arms pinned above my head.

A little faster with open-mouthed kisses and whispered, “fucks”.

Faster still with breaths exchanged directly into each other’s mouths.

My fingers dug into his ass cheeks, urging him closer, harder, and I bucked into the delicious friction against his stomach.

“Kitty, I’m going to come,” I would yell, and Jamie would pause, holding me steady and tight until the sweet, blissful sting of my pending orgasm subsided. And then he would begin again.

“Fuck, Bow, baby. Can’t go much longer,” he gritted out after the third or fourth time he’d edged me. He had pushed my knees up so high they pressed against my shoulders. “Bowie. Bowie. Bowie,” he cried out, beautiful agony etched all over his face.

His pace had reached piston levels. I slipped a hand between our bodies and wrapped my fingers around my cock.

“Jamie!” I managed a few frantic pumps before my orgasm shot across my stomach, and I screamed out my release.

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