Page 2 of Forever Mine

“Fuck,baby. Can’t get enough of this ass.”

I bent over Dakota, folding his legs in half. My hand circled his throat, squeezing lightly. Dakota held my wrist, light brown eyes holding me captive. He wasn’t trying to get me to stop though. He was keeping my hand right where it was on his throat.

I slammed back into him, my fingers flexing with the action. Dakota moaned.

“Touch yourself, Kota. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”

Fire burned in Dakota’s eyes. He reached for his dick, and his hand that was currently digging into my side, slid down until he cupped my ass. We watched each other with so much intensity. Every time we had sex, it felt almost spiritual as we came together. There was no such thing as a quick fuck when it came to Kota and me. He took my fuckin’ breath away every time.

Kota used his own pre-cum as lube to jerk himself off. He found the rhythm of my thrusts, the only sounds in the room was the squelching of his hand rapidly moving up and down, the skin-on-skin slaps of my thrusts, and my grunts. I wish I had a whole bunch of sexy talk I could say to Kota, because he shouldalways hear how good he was, but nothing was leaving my lips. I hoped he could tell what I was thinking by the way I was watching him.

Dakota’s fingers slid in between my cheeks, teasing my hole. I sucked in a breath. “Fuck, baby.”

The tip of his finger pushed in, and I bit down on his neck, trying not to lose it. I wasn’t ready for this to be over. Not yet. I was still loose and wet from when Kota had eaten my ass just before I turned the tables and slid my cock inside him. It meant his finger slid in with very little resistance.

I never expected to like bottoming or even having anyone near my ass. Not after my teenage years when I didn’t have a fuckin’ choice. Dakota though—he was just different. He could do whatever he wanted, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“Jay, I’m coming.”

I groaned, increasing the pace of my thrusts. “Me too. Come for me, Kota.”

Dakota moaned as my pace faltered and I filled him with my release. His load shot between us, coating my stomach.

“Fuck. Damn, baby. Kota.” I was babbling but couldn’t stop, not while Dakota’s hole continued to milk the life outta me. I was seeing fuckin’ stars.

“Jay…fuck.” Dakota seemed as breathless as I felt. Finally, we were both spent. His finger slipped out of my hole, and I collapsed half on him.

Dakota knew exactly what I needed, and before I was even fully on the mattress, his legs and arms were wrapped around me, holding on to me like he was a fuckin’ monkey. I closed my eyes and buried my face into his neck, breathing in his musky, post-sex scent.

It was pathetic, but this was the only way I seemed to avoid the panic that always inevitably came after I had sex. I was used to dealing with it on my own—I usually snuck outta the roombefore whoever I was with even noticed and just rode out the attack. That shit didn’t work with Kota though, and after the first time, where he sat on the bathroom floor with me and rubbed my back while I puked my guts out, we found a way that worked for us.

“That’s it, babe. You’re good. It’s me. It’s Dakota.”

I let his voice wash over me. I was good. I was safe. Dakota was safe. We both wanted this. Hell, we both loved it.

It made no sense. I didn’t understand why this always fuckin’ happened. It’s not like I was afraid of the sex. I loved fucking, or even being fucked, as long as it was Kota doing it. I craved it. It was why I used to pick up people at Beck’s bar every weekend, or why I’d happily trade a fuck for some painkillers or Xanax. It was an addiction. I needed it. But when it was done, this hollow emptiness overtook me and I fuckin’ lost it. Unless Dakota did this.

We were both a mess. Dakota’s cum was on both of us and would probably get uncomfortable real quick, but I didn’t do anything about it. I ran a hand over the curve of his ass, loving how my release was leaking outta it. I smeared it over his skin, causing him to chuckle.

“Mine,” I muttered under my breath, a reminder to myself more than him.

Dakota kissed the side of my jaw. “Yours, Jay. And you’re mine.”

I closed my eyes, unable to deal with the intensity of his gaze. My breath felt lodged in my throat at the impossibility of his words. It didn’t matter how many times he said it, it never became more believable.

Dakota sighed sadly and kissed me again. I just held on for dear life letting the weight of him on top of me keep me locked in the present.

I burrowed myself closer to Dakota as the haze of sleep started to leave me. Earlier, after I’d managed to let Dakota outta my arms long enough, we both got cleaned up. We had time before we had to go anywhere, so we jumped right back into his bed and his soft, clean sheets. I loved the scent of his sheets, even after we fucked. Probably ’cause they smelled like him.

It was time to get up now, but I didn’t want to separate from him, even if it was for only a few hours.

Dakota’s eyes fluttered open, and he smiled as he saw me, causing little butterflies to erupt in my stomach. His light brown eyes, that always got darker when he was stressed or horny, stared right through me like he could see everything. Fuck, he probably could.

“Are you excited about the move?” he asked randomly. It seemed like it came outta nowhere, but I figured he’d been trying to find a way to bring it up and ended up just blurting it out when he couldn’t think of a good time.

I grunted and shrugged my shoulder. “I guess? Like, it’ll be nice to have my own place…well, my own place with Beck and Riley anyway, but it’s also kinda strange. I’m gonna have my own room. I’ve never had my own room. Fuck, this will be the first time I’ve had a bed since I was four. It feels weird.”

Dakota kissed my lips lightly, his expression soft. “I can only imagine what that’s like, but you deserve it, baby. You’re allowed to have good things.”

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