Page 92 of Devoted

My hands were shaking at how bold I was being, but I needed this. I needed him. Pressing my lips to his, I let my weight fall against him. His arms wrapped around me immediately, his big hands locking around me, keeping me in place.

I wasn’t even thinking at that point. My brain had left the building, leaving my body in charge.

My very horny, touch starved body.

I was practically climbing Zeke in my need to be closer to him. One of my hands was in his hair, the other clinging to his shoulder. My hips were rolling over and over, my aching cock getting harder at the pressure.

It wasn’t enough, but I couldn’t stop grinding against him. From the low groan Zeke gave, he didn’t want me to either. Itmight have been better without our clothes in the way, but I couldn’t stop.

I didn’t want to.

But I needed more.

Like he was reading my mind, Zeke slid one of his thighs between mine. His hands pulled harder on my arse as he encouraged me to keep moving.

“That’s it, baby,” he moaned against my mouth. “Fuck yourself against me. Use me. Take what you need.”

I clung to him tighter as we ground together. Our lips parted, but I didn’t pull away. If anything I fisted his hair tighter, our hot breath mingling as I chased my release. The friction should’ve been painful, but with the amount of precum I was leaking, it wasn’t. With Zeke’s hands on me, with him looking at me like he wanted to devour me, I could feel my orgasm bearing down.

Sweat was running down my face, and my silent gasps became quiet whimpers that turned into loud moans.

How was this so hot? We were fully clothed, rutting together like impatient teenagers getting their first taste of sex.

I can’t fucking wait to see what it’s like when our clothes do come off.

“Can I come?” I said, needing his permission. “Please…”

“Come for me, baby.”Zeke squeezed my arse, his fingers dusting over my crease, and it was all over. I tightened my grip, completely uncaring as I came inside my underwear.

“Fuck, Sam,” Zeke said, kissing my forehead as I all but collapsed against him. “That was something else.”

I tensed as what I’d done caught up with me. “Sorry, I kind of just used you and?—”

He cut me off with a kiss. Before, he’d let me take the reins, but there was no denying that Zeke was in full control now. When my head was spinning and my cock valiantly trying to rally, he finally pulled away.

“You can use me however and whenever you like, Sam. What we just did right there? The way you just took what you needed? That was fucking hot. I’m so here for it.”

I shifted and felt his very hard cock against my thigh. “You haven’t even come.”

Zeke shrugged. “That doesn’t change the fact that that was one of the best sexual experiences of my life.”

“If that’s the case, maybe you’ve had an even more sheltered sex life than I have.”

Zeke thumbed at my lip. “Maybe I have. Maybe you’ll have to teach me everything you know.”

Teach.Suddenly my brain was full of all sorts of fantasies, but none of them involved me teaching Zeke anything. But ones where he put me on my knees to ‘earn my grade?’

Those were in plentiful supply.

Speaking of knees…

“As much as I’m calling bullshit on that being the hottest experience of your life, I can definitely make it better.” Shooting him a smirk, I stepped back and started to lower myself to my knees. Unfortunately, doing so had my underwear shifting, and suddenly, I was all too aware of the sticky predicament I was in.

Just ignore it. You’ll be fine. It’s not going to hurt you.

Exhaling slowly, I continued down. My knees hit the floor, and I gave a small wince as the cold material settled over my groin. Okay, so maybe this wouldn’t be the most pleasurable experience, but this wasn’t about me. I’d got mine, and now I wanted to return the favour. I wanted to make Zeke feel as good as I did.

Well, as I had up until ten seconds ago, anyway.

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