Page 83 of Where There's Smoke

His hand materialized on my hip. His cock pressed against me, and as he pushed into me, he whispered, “Oh, fuck, Jesse…”

I willed myself to relax so I could take him easily, but anticipation had me so wound up I could barely breathe. Closing my eyes, I convinced myself to draw a slow, deep breath. As I released that breath, Anthony pressed harder, and the head of his cock slid past the tight ring of muscle. In an instant, my entire body relaxed. Almost liquefied.

He eased himself into me—giving an inch and pulling back, giving another inch and pulling back—and with every careful stroke, I anticipated that intense instant when he’d hit that spot deep inside. We’d only fucked a few times, and already I was addicted to that sensation. Craved it. Waited for it. Silently begged for it.

His cock slid across that spot, and my elbows almost buckled beneath me. Electricity radiated up my spine and out to my fingertips, my toes, my scalp. Any place that could have goose bumps did, and every stroke electrified all those nerve endings again…and again…and again. He picked up speed, going from slow and gentle to forcing himself into me. Pleasure and pain mingled until they amplified each other, until they were indistinguishable from each other. Everything was intense—so goddamned intense—and I rocked back against him, trying to drive him deeper, desperate for more even when I was sure I couldn’t handle any more.

“Like that?” he asked, almost panting.

I nodded.

“Answer me, Jesse,” he growled and slammed into me hard enough to knock the breath out of my lungs. “You like that?”

“Yes.”

“Do you?” He thrust faster, gripping my hips tighter, almost painfully tight, and fucking me harder. “Do you like that, Jesse?”

Somehow, Lord knew how, I choked out: “Yes.”

My fingers curled around the comforter, clutching the fabric like it might keep me in the here and now while Anthony’s cock threatened to send me into oblivion.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

I put my weight on my left arm and lifted my other hand off the bed. For a moment, I hesitated, making sure I could balance like this. Reasonablyconvinced I wouldn’t fall on my face, I wrapped my fingers around my cock, and…fuck…that first stroke.

I groaned, especially as my hips moved of their own accord, intensifying every motion of my hand and Anthony’s cock. The maddening ache deepened. The need for release intensified. My entire world condensed itself into this building tension, the contradictory need to let go and hold on as long as I could.

“Don’t you dare come yet.” He thrust into me even harder. “Do you hear me, Jesse? Don’t you dare.”

“I won’t.” I dug my fingers into the mattress. “I…oh, God…” I’d never been to this edge and lingered there, never forced myself to ride this brink, and I held my breath and gripped the bedsheets, and I stroked my cock and ground my teeth. Every thrust he took inside me drove me closer to that inevitable breaking point, to that moment when an act of God couldn’t keep me from surrendering to the orgasm Anthony’s body demanded and his voice forbade.

“Anthony…you…please.” The words shook just like my arms. I screwed my eyes shut, squeezing out hot tears. “Fuck…”

Anthony groaned, his fingers twitching on my hips. “Oh my God, Jesse, this—” His voice caught.

Tears slid down my cheeks, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t beg him for release, for an orgasm like the one that must have been closing in on him too, and—

“Come, Jesse.Now.”

The instant he said my name, slick, hot semen shot across my palm and my hand moved faster over the lubricated skin and I couldn’t stop, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t take any more, couldn’t fuckingstop…

Anthony released a strangled cry, and his rhythm fell apart as he fucked me and came and tried to keep fucking me and finally slumped over me, panting and shaking.

He kissed the back of my neck. “Fuck, I needed that.”

“Me too.” I turned my head until I could see him in my peripheral vision. Grinning, I said, “Think you can do this to relax me before every appearance?”

Anthony laughed and craned his neck to kiss me. “Only the ones that count.”

“I thought they all counted.”

“Hmm.” He kissed my cheek. “So they do.”

Chapter 17

Anthony

I took a shower first.We didn’t dare shower together or we’d never get out of this room, and we didn’t have much time.

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