Page 15 of Forever Mine

He pushed my head back, just enough so my tongue was no longer jammed down his throat. We were both breathing hard and there were tears in my eyes from his grip.

“Please, Kota.” He sounded so desperate and needy, I would’ve fucking done anything he asked for in that moment. I just had no idea what he wanted.

I pressed another kiss to his lips. “What is it, baby? What do you need?”

“You. Dakota, I need you to fill me up.”

Fuck. My hips had a mind of their own and jerked at his words, causing my ever-hardening dick to drag along Jay’s stomach.

Normally, he wouldn’t need to say another word. Jay typically needed more of a fight before he bottomed. Don’t get me wrong, he wanted it, but asking for it wasn’t easy for him. I needed to show him I could handle him before he finally submitted to his desires. If Jay just came right out and asked me to top him, I’d typically have him bent in half and be two fingers deep before he finished his sentence.

Nothing about this was typical though, and there was one thing that was making me hesitate the most. Jay was still soft.

“Jay, are you sure?” I hated asking him that. It was hard enough for him to express what he wanted, questioning it was a quick way to get him to close back up. Still…this time, I had to. “You’re soft, love,” I said in the gentlest voice I could manage.

Luckily, he didn’t push me off. Instead, he knocked our foreheads together before nodding. “Y-yeah. I need to feel you everywhere, darlin’. Nothing will ever be close enough, but I gotta try.”

My mind was still warring with my body that was all fucking in. Jay wasn’t in the best head space, and I would never, ever do anything to violate his consent. He kissed me again, his troubled hazel eyes boring into mine when he pulled away. “Dakota. I need you.”

The knot in my chest unfurled. “Okay,” I told him quietly. “Okay. Of course.”

Jay’s whole body relaxed, and for the first time in too long, he smiled at me. The death grip he had on my hair finally released, as if he convinced himself I wasn’t leaving even if he wasn’t holding me there.

Careful to keep as much of my body weight on him as possible, I leaned over into my nightstand drawer to get the lube. Jay didn’t say a word, just watched me through hooded lids, the rise and fall of his chest the only part of him that was moving.

I grabbed the lube and tossed it next to me on the bed. I’d give Jay what he wanted, but I would take my time. By the time I was done with him, there would be no question in his mind that he belonged to me.

I kissed his lips, then his cheeks. His chin, his jaw. My lips trailed down his neck. He tilted his head ever so slightly, allowing me more access, those little breathy sounds giving me fucking life. I let him feel my teeth as I trailed down, never staying for long, but careful to touch every inch of exposed skin. My tongue traced over the black raven tattoo on his neck.

I shook away the thought as I moved on to Jay’s collarbone. He was so thin they were fairly prominent, and I sucked along the bone. Something about that spot was sensitive for my man, and I smiled softly as his body fully relaxed, and I finally felt his dick move against my leg.

“That’s it, baby. Just let go. Let me take care of you.”

Jay’s fingers flexed at his side, like he was about to move them, but with a deep breath, they relaxed. I licked along the bone again, before moving to the other side.

I adjusted my position so I could comfortably get my hands involved as well. I put more of my weight on my legs so I could run my hands up and down Jay’s sides while my mouth still continued its exploration.

“Fuck, I love your tattoos.” The tip of my tongue traced along the edges of a fading crow, one of his first, he’d told me. Jay’s skin tasted faintly of salt from his sweat, but it only made me more eager to continue to taste him.

“Kota…” Jay whispered, desperation lacing the word. His body arched under mine.

“Shh, love. I got you.” I reached his chest and sucked a pierced nipple into my mouth.

“Fuck…you’re killin’ me .”

I arched an eyebrow but didn’t stop. He wanted to feel me everywhere? Well, I was happy to oblige. I tweaked his other nipple with my fingers, lightly flicking the tiny barbell that pierced through it.

Jay gave up keeping his hands to himself. He squeezed my hips tightly, his fingers pulsing with every flick of my tongue or tug of my fingers.

I switched sides, keeping my leisurely pace. It was working, though. Besides his hands, the rest of Jay was like a bowl of Jell-O, loose and relaxed, and he was finally as hard as I was. I didn’t want to rush, but I thought both of us were ready to move things along, so I reluctantly pulled off his nipple and continued my exploration downward.

I took special care as I reached the treasure trail that led from his navel down to the trimmed hair around his balls. I buried my nose in there, just pausing and breathing him in. Jay’s hands clenched around my hips, the rest of his body poised and waiting.

I met his eyes with a small smile and sucked his balls into my mouth.

“Kota. Jesus Christ.”

I slid down further on the bed and adjusted Jay so his feet rested on my shoulders and his knees were bent, giving me better access. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, and licked across the slit. I watched Jay’s eyes flutter when my lips wrapped around his dick and sucked him halfway down.

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