Page 175 of Something So Strong

Both hands grip my shoulders as he fights to accommodate me, and I squeeze his hips—massaging, trying to distract him from the strain and depth that comes with his position. And it might have been a sweet gesture if it wasn’t for how badly I want to fuck him open.

“Fuck, you’re so big.” Jesse almost glares down at me.

“You knew what you were getting yourself into,” I smirk, high on how much he wants me.

“You don’t get to talk back.” Without looking away, he reaches for the scarf beside us and straightens it out—his lips contorting in a devilish grin. “I’m sick of you being such a brat.”

Jesse proceeds to wrap the wool around my neck, tugging it firmly then twisting his wrists so the ends wind around his palms. My head is forced back against the bench seat and he grips it too, using it as leverage when he starts rocking his hips.

He grunts when my cockhead grinds against his prostate and he involuntarily tugs on the scarf.

I cough, but the burn isn’t anything I can’t handle.

Again his hips rotate.

I buck up against him and he gasps only for it to dissolve into a moan—choked and stuttery—as a rush of blood flushes his skin pink.

“You’ve completely destroyed me, Kai,” he utters, raising his body over me and slamming back down.

My mouth lolls open and my tongue rolls out.

Jesse kisses me, fucking my mouth with his tongue as he drags his straining ass up and down my shaft as he pleases.

“You’re my total undoing,” he sighs against the side of my face—his temple resting against mine. “I’d give up everything for you… All of it.”

“You don’t have t—”

“Shut up,” he huffs. “You don’t get to speak, remember? You just listen.”

I shut my eyes and try my damndest to focus on his words and not the intermittent clenching of his walls around me.

“I love you so much more than I ever thought possible… I’ve had a mostly good life. I’ve known and been loved… But this is so much deeper than that. So much better. So good it hurts, and…” He nudges me with his nose so I’ll look at him—unbinding the scarf and cupping my face. “There’s no way I’m leaving Canada without you.”

Releasing my face, Jesse leans back on my knees and brings his feet flat onto the seat beside my legs. “Hold me,” he instructs, and I wrap my arms around his waist. One of his hands clings to the back of my neck and he snickers, “We’re getting our own place though, ‘cause there’s no way I’m prepared to keep quiet.”

“I…”

He nods, slowly dragging himself upwards.

“I… Fuck, Jesse,” I curse as he grinds down, tilts his hips, then draws back up again.

“Tell me, Baby,” he rasps—his throat dry from all the moaning.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I know I’m going to be.”

“No.” He drunkenly shakes his head.

“Yes,” I insist—pulling him closer. “I’m a train wreck of a person, more trouble than I’m worth. But if anyone can handle me, you can.”

“That’s right, Baby.”

“I’m just so fucking scared. My life has been nothing but pain and hate for as long as I can remember and I’m not sure if I know how to be properly happy.”

Jesse kisses me again, this time with a million unspoken promises, and I don’t doubt for a second that he means every single one of them.

“Don’t worry.” He pecks me a final time—gripping into the crooks of my neck with both hands. “We’ll find you a new purpose.”

“I love you,” I attempt to say but it’s lost in a string of curses as he starts fucking me with everything he has.

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