Page 43 of Rectify

Our eyes lock; speaking, ordering, pleading. He bites his bottom lip and throws his head back. The veins in his neck protrude and pulse as I watch him unravel with pride.

The first spray of salty liquid hits my tongue and we both groan. He lowers his gaze to mine, watching me hungrily take his release.

Roughly, he pulls my head off him with my hair and tugs my neck back.

“All of it,” he commands.

I do as he asks, swallowing ‘til there's nothing left but an aftertaste. I get lost in his control, while his gunmetal blue eyes lose themselves in me. No thinking. No wondering. No waiting.

Wordlessly, he pulls me up by my arms and crashes his mouth to mine.

It's too much. Foreign emotions are running ratchet and he hasn't even been inside me. As if he can feel the nervousness begin it’s run through my veins, he pulls away and leans his forehead on mine.

“It's tomorrow's problem.”

My heart hurts at his understanding. Out of everyone in the world, and how long I've known the people that matter most, it takes this almost stranger less than twenty-four hours to figure me out.

“Tomorrow,” I whisper.

“Good,” he offers with finality. “Get yourself to the top of the bed, we’re just getting to the good part.”

Grateful for both his unspoken and spoken attentiveness, I do as he says.

Cheekily, I crawl up the bed, giving him a perfect view of my ass. So caught up in teasing him, I don't feel him behind me ’til it's too late. An open-palmed smack lands on my left cheek, and my head spins to find him dangerously close.

“Excuse me,” I say in mock horror.

“Got a problem, Pretty Girl?”

His knowing smirk is dazzling. When the world isn't on his shoulders, and his eyes aren't marred by the residue of his shitty childhood, Jay Evans is fucking beautiful.

“Not at all,” I counter. I attempt to twist away from him, but he grips my hips and pulls me down on his lap. His cock is sheathed and hard, standing at attention between us.

“You’re playing with fire, Sasha,” he murmurs into my neck.

The warning hits right where he wants it to, and I clench my legs together to dull the craving. I lay myself on the bed and turn to look up at him.

“Burn me.”

It's the final straw, the moments that have us on the edge of the cliff and ready to jump. He's kissing me like it’s nobody’s business, making it impossible to breathe anything else in but him.

We’re skin to skin in no time, rubbing up on one another with reckless abandon. The newness of being naked in front of one another, worn off, and a strange comfort takes its place.

Like a six string guitar, he flawlessly plays every single part of me. He devours my mouth, squeezes and caresses my breasts, all the while his cock glides up and down my slit.

He’s got me primed and ready, begging for him to be inside me.

“Jay, please,” I plead. “I need you inside me.”

He lines himself up with my centre, just as I widen my legs for him. I whimper as I feel him push inside me, slowly.

He stills and drops his head to my shoulder. “Fucking hell, you feel amazing.”

I’m deliciously full, as his pace begins to quicken. I hook my legs around him, digging the heels of my feet into his arse urging him to go deeper.

Like this, he is the exact same boy I gave all my firsts too. He takes, and he gives. He takes, and then he gives, and then he takes just that little bit more.

The craziest part is I always wanted to.

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