Page 97 of The Idiot

I feel owned, body and soul. I have to blink to make sure this is real.

Jaw slack, Jesse looks frozen in time with his eyes closed like that. His heavy breaths hit my face as he absorbs the sensations of me filling him completely. He looks like he’s justhit a high and is floating on the euphoria. Nothing has ever been so captivating a sight.

His eyes flutter open, finding mine, and his mouth ticks up at the corners. “Thank you. See? I told you, you could do it.”

Is he still talking about willing my dick to be smaller? Oh, Jesse. Sweet, sweet, silly Jesse.

Fine. We’ll go with that for now. I’ll praise him later and let him know it was all him.

“No problem,” I pant, trying to keep from shifting my hips under his pressure. “Are you alright?”

“Y-eah,” he stammers unconvincingly. “It’s… a lot, but I think I’m okay.” His fingers cup my face, trembling. “Can you kiss me again?”

“Happily. Anything.”

He didn’t ask, but I know what it’s like, so I start working his cock again while our lips tangle. His hips start rocking in minuscule shifts. I’m freaking dying, doing everything I can to hold back.

A gasp floods out of his lungs on a bolder movement of his hips. Eyes wide, he looks at me like he just discovered some life-changing secret. I assume the world shifted for him because he dives back into our kiss with more vigor and starts riding me.

It is absurd how deliriously perfect this is. His channel, a tight, hot cuff around me, squeezing me in languid strokes of his body is more sensual with each passing moment. I silently curse myself for every time I tried to talk myself out of falling for him.

He sounds like he’s dying or being exorcized. If it was a noise in the forest, I’d be terrified, but coming from Jesse riding my cock, it’s erotica overload.

“Muuurph. Uhhh!”

Holy fuck. He sounds like a damn demon.

“Fucking hell, Jesse.”

Leaning back, he arches, testing a new angle. It grinds him tighter against me on each downward thrust. I have zero complaints.

He’s getting so into it, though, I have visions of him toppling off my lap and into the ice hole. I grip his harness, giving him gentle tugs with each movement. It only makes him noisier as his hooded eyes watch me using the harness like sex handlebars. Shit. Our potentially filthy bedroom future just flashed before my eyes.

Releasing his grip on my knees, his elbow bashes into something. We both flinch at the clatter, and then asplooshsound.

Asploosh.

Why was there asploosh?

Ah, shit.

“I’m sorry! I’ll buy you a new pole.”

I don’t get to argue. His mouth covers mine again. His arms wrap around my neck. That was my grandpa’s pole. If I had to lose it because of Jesse’s need to further consummate our love, then so be it.

He’s such a wonder, honestly. Vulnerable, and yet fearless. Sophomoric, but full of heart. Incredibly sweet, but—

“Come,” he demands in his sex-demon voice. “Sea-Monkey me. I want to feel it.”

Filthy. I guess the end of that last thought isfilthy.

“You want to mess up my hut. That’s why you came out here. Isn’t it?” I tease, bucking up into him.

“Uhn. I don’t care. I’ll build you a new one.”

I nip at his collarbone and knead his sexy ass. “Don’t you dare. I’m keeping this one forever now, so every time I’m out here, I’ll think of you like this.”

His groan rattles my eardrum just as a spasm grips my cock. He’s ruined his plan of coming last, but I don’t disappoint him. It’s easy to catch up. I couldn’t hold out any longer if I tried. A bolt of heat washes up my legs, through my groin, and charges into him.

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