Page 43 of Cross My Heart

I close my eyes and the distance between us, pressing my lips softly to his. They’re so fucking soft, and he groans when we connect. His hand behind my neck tightens, and I brush my tongue against the seam of his lips. When he lets me in and sucks on it, my stomach dips and my cock hardens.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper against his lips, and he grins.

My friends whoop and holler when we break apart, and I roll my eyes. But still, I grab his hand and leave the bar, getting into an Uber with him. The air is thick as we wait in the back of the car to get to my apartment, and he slides his hand to my thigh, gripping it tightly like he doesn’t want to let me go.

Finally, we pull up to my apartment.

I open the car door and climb out, holding it for him as he follows suit. Before I can get too far, he grabs my hand and holds on tightly, lacing our fingers together. I find that his hand doesn’t feel wrong in mine. Not familiar, and yet, just right. I smile as I pull him after me, then unlock my door one-handed. Before I can fully close the door behind us, he’s pushing me against it.

His forehead meets mine, and his whiskey breath mingles with my own. I don’t waste any time, grabbing his ass and rubbing him against my growing erection. He moans, his cock immediately thickening against mine, and I sigh against his lips.

“Top or bottom?” I whisper.

“For you?” He grins, and I tilt my chin to meet his lips. “Bottom.”

I kiss him, relief flooding my veins. I’ve never bottomed for anyone, and I didn’t plan on starting tonight. But he can clearly read me very well, and suddenly I wonder if he usually bottoms or if he’s switching just for me.

My tongue thrusts into his mouth and tangles with his, and I push away from the door and guide him through my one-bedroom apartment in the dark. I don’t stop until I’m pushing him back onto the bed, and he begins to unbutton his jeans before he hits the mattress. Jeremiah kicks off his shoes quickly as I get undressed, and he practically tears his jeans off and tosses them across the room, showing me that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My mouth goes dry at the sight of his thick cock, slightly smaller than mine, yet fucking perfect all the same.

Before I can rethink this, I walk over to the nightstand and retrieve lube and a condom. By the time I get back to him, he’s completely naked, golden skin on full display. His abs are defined, chest sculpted, arms thick and bulging. He’s fucking perfect, and my mouth suddenly waters with the need to taste him. So I give in, getting between his thighs and dipping my head to lick at his hole.

I devour him, there’s no other way to describe it. Plunging my tongue inside of him, I feel his ass clench around my tongue as he moans. I grip his thighs apart and thrust my tongue into him deeper, feeling his velvety softness as my saliva drips down my chin.

He tastes divine.

“Oh, God,” he moans, and I see him grab his dick and begin to tug on it. “I’m gonna?—”

I pull away. “Not until I’m inside of you.”

“Please,” he whimpers, tugging on his length. “I can go again.”

“Oh, yeah?” I smirk, getting back down between his thighs. “Show me.”

I lick him with fervor, sucking on his rim and thrusting my tongue into him until he takes all of it. His pace on his cock increases, and he lets out a strangled moan.

“Fuck, yes,” he shouts, and I feel his hole fluttering around my tongue, clenching down on it hard. “Noah.”

My stomach somersaults at the way he says my name, and I rub myself against the bed, seeking relief.

“Get up here, baby,” he whispers, and I tear the condom open and sheath myself. “Fucking look at you, so perfect. And all mine tonight.”

It’s been a long fucking time since someone claimed me, and for the first time in a long time, I don’t mind it. Maybe it’s because I’ve known him for a while now. If he were a stranger, I’d probably find it odd. But Jeremiah and I are friends. Kind of.

Grabbing the lube, I coat my fingers and bring them to his sloppy hole, thrusting one in slowly. The moonlight filters in through the open blinds, and I watch with bated breath as his cock fills back up and thickens before my eyes. I grin, slipping a second finger into him, crooking them, and he moans loudly, clenching around me.

“You ready for me again, Jeremiah?” I ask him as I fuck his ass roughly with my fingers, and his thighs quiver. “So fucking greedy.”

“I t-told you I’d show you.”

I withdraw my fingers from him and watch his balls tighten, rising toward his body. They’re large and full, and I want to fucking wring him dry. I haven’t felt this need to possess someone in a long time, and I’m holding onto the feeling like a lifeline.

Jeremiah pushes his legs up toward his chest, giving me access, and if it were anyone else, I’d probably fuck him from behind. I wouldn’t want to see his face, wanting to imagine wide clear-blue eyes instead of emerald orbs right now. But that’s not what’s happening, and for the first time, I find myself counting all my lucky stars.

I kneel between his legs, coating my cock with a generous amount of lube, and push into him slowly. I hiss at his tightness, and he whimpers. “Jeremiah,” I moan. “When was the last time you bottomed?”

“Never.”

One word shouldn’t make me feel this possessive over him, but suddenly I like that answer. I like that I’ve now been his only. “I’ll be gentle.”

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