Page 59 of Forever Mine

“Kota…darlin’ …fuck.” Every word sounded strangled, like it was taking every last bit of his energy to get it out. I knew how he felt.

“Just feel baby. Let me take care of you.”

Jay let out another low curse. “Kota…”

He didn’t manage any other words, but he didn’t need to. I finally sank all the way down so I was fully seated. Jay’s hands were on my ass again and his fingers kept flexing. I know he so badly wanted to move, to set the pace and take back some of the control. He somehow resisted.

“I love you,” I told him, before finally moving, and saving both of us from the hell I was putting us through.

I took my time, still. I wanted to feel every inch of him. I wanted to watch as Jay slowly lost control and just gave in to his feelings. As much as I wanted to go faster, to give in to the neediness building inside me, I didn't. Not until all the tension seeped out of Jay and he was just a puddle underneath me. Not until his grunts turned into pleas and admissions of I love you. Not until he could no longer stay still, and as much as he tried to, his hips moved of their own accord, bucking up and meeting my movement.

Then and only then, I leaned down and our mouths crashed together, the change of angle sending a zap of pleasure through me.

“Kota, fuck…I love you so fuckin’ much, darlin’.”

“I love you too. Touch me, Jay. Make me come on your cock.”

Jay’s hand was on my dick in less than a second. Using the pre-cum that had been leaking freely from my tip, he lubed me up enough to avoid too much friction, and immediately started to jerk me off with a frenzied pace that didn’t match the much calmer thrusts I was trying so hard to maintain.

“Fuck it.” I needed to come. Jay needed to come. I wanted this to last longer. It felt significant to take our time, to make this into something more. But now, my needs and desires were just too strong.

I bounced up and down, no longer calm and controlled. Jay cursed quietly and used his good leg to thrust up and meet me each time. In the back of my mind I knew I should be more worried about his leg, but there was no pain in his expression, so I wasn’t going to worry about it now.

“Kota, fuck. I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

His grip on my cock faltered as his hips shook. My hole clenched around his dick as the first burst of his come filled me. His dick pulsing inside me combined with the feel of his hand around my length was enough for me too, and I shot all over his hand and belly. It seemed to go on forever. My vision was blurred and I was dizzy from the intensity. I swayed, and Jay had to steady me and help me fall onto the bed.

“Fuck.” It was the only word that was coming to me right now.

Jay snorted and let out a small laugh. “Yeah...fuck. Dakota, that was—” He trailed off. Clearly neither of us were capable of major declarations right now.

That was fine. I buried my face into Jay’s chest. “We should probably clean you up, sweetheart. My cum is leakin’ outta your hole.”

I grinned. “Should’ve grabbed a plug. Don’t wanna lose it.”

Jay huffed, but I could tell he was smiling. And he could tell I wasn’t moving any time soon. I let out a sharp gasp when two of his fingers slid inside me, keeping me plugged and full.

I smiled sleepily. It was exactly what I needed.

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

For the first time since we were taken, I actually fell asleep confident that those words were the truth.

EPILOGUE

JAY

ONE YEAR LATER

“Are you really cleaning out your truck before goin’ to the beach?” Beckett asked as he walked up next to me at the gas station, his hands full of drinks and snacks he just picked up at the convenience store.

I shot him a dirty look and kept vacuuming the floor of the truck. “I can’t hear you over the vacuum!” I shouted pointedly. Beckett just laughed and walked to the passenger seat to wait me out.

Maybe Beck was right, and cleaning out my new truck before heading to a weekend beach trip was redundant, but I didn’t give a fuck. I’d vacuum it again after we got home. It took me almost a whole year to save up for this truck, I was gonna take care of it.

I was finally satisfied it was as clean as it was gonna get, and put the hose away before climbing into the driver’s seat. It wasn’t a new truck, but it was from this decade, so that was pretty fuckin’ new by my standards and this town. It had a backup camera, and Bluetooth and all those things that most cars had for the last 15-20 years but that I could only dream of. There were even fuckin’ seat warmers. Not that we needed that when it was 90 degrees out, but I could use them if I wanted to.

“Don’t open that can in here, man.” Beck rolled his eyes but he humored me.

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