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"Jeff, fuck me."

I rip off my jeans and boxers so fast it’s probably ridiculous, but I can’t bring myself to care.Holy shit.My heart is pounding like crazy.This is finally fucking happening.

I reach for my shirt next, but Jamie bats my hands away, giving me a look that’s all smug control. He lifts my shirt instead, taking his time, so maddeningly slow it’s like he’s daring me to snap. He tosses it aside casually, his hands sliding over my chest with deliberate intent, like he’s committing every inch of me to memory. My hands grip his hips, sliding up his sides under his shirt. I yank it off in one swift motion and toss it to the floor, my pulse hammering in my ears.

Then he’s touching me, slick and cool, and his hand feels so damn good I let out a groan before I can stop myself. I’ve never been touched like this, and it’s almost too much. I’m so hot, so hard, that his hand feels cold against me, but it just makes me want more.

Jamie shifts above me, guiding me in, and the instant his hand moves away, it’s replaced by something impossibly tight and scorching hot. My brain completely short-circuits. I can’t even think straight. A sound leaves me—a deep, shaky sigh that doesn’t even feel like mine—and Jamie keeps sinking down on me, moving way too fucking slow.

I grip his hips, staring up at him, my chest heaving.How is this even real?

Jamie leans forward, his hands pressing into my shoulders as he takes me all the way in. He lets out this soft, needy moan that makes my stomach flip, and then he starts to move. Slow circles, his hips rolling deliberately like he’s got all the time in the world.

“God, Jamie…” I groan, the words barely leaving my lips.

He starts moving up and down, still slow but steady, his forehead pressing against my shoulder as he groans into my neck. Every sound he makes shoots straight through me, winding me tighter. I know I’m not going to last. I can’t—not like this.

I let him take control, my hands gripping his hips and holding on while he sets the pace. But my hand drifts lower, and when I touch him, I grin. He’s still so wet, practically dripping, and the sight of him, the way he’s moving, the look in his eyes… it’s almost too much to handle.

“You’re so goddamn hot,” I manage, my voice rough and raw. “You have no idea how hot you are.”

Jamie looks down at me, his lips curving into that smug, mischievous smile. He leans in, kissing me slow and deep, like he’s savoring every second, like he has all the time in the world to undo me. Then his lips brush against my ear again, his breath warm and teasing as he whispers, “Why aren’t you fucking me?"

My heart nearly stops.

Without thinking, I slide us further down the couch, my feet planting firmly on the floor as I shift until my back is flat against the seat. Jamie moves with me, his body so perfectly in sync with mine that it feels effortless. When I look up, he’s still staring down at me, his eyes blazing with raw, unfiltered want. It sends a surge of heat straight through me, and I know I can’t hold back any longer.

I give him exactly what he asked for.

Jamie falls forward onto his elbows, bracing himself on either side of my head, and lets out a loud, shameless moan right next to my ear as I move.

God, I could do this forever—make him feel like this.

My hands slide down from his waist, grabbing his round ass hard as I thrust up faster, each motion driven by the sounds spilling from his lips and the sharp rhythm of our skin meeting. His head dips lower, his breath still hot against my ear as he murmurs something I can’t quite catch. My mind’s too clouded, too lost in the feeling of him. Whatever he’s saying, it doesn’t matter. I just keep going.

“Yes, harder,” Jamie finally says, louder this time, the demand clear even though his voice shakes. "There, Jeff. Harder."

I move my hands to his thighs, gripping tight, and start driving up into him harder, faster. He’s right there with me, his body tightening around me as his moans turn into incoherent murmurs between gasps and cries. I can’t make out anything he’s saying anymore—it’s all just noise, perfect and maddening.

And then he clenches around me, his whole body trembling as his hand moves frantically between us, desperate for his release. He moans my name over and over, each breathless cry tearing me apart in the best way. Warmth spreads between us, and I feel him fall apart completely, shaking in my arms as his moan of absolute pleasure rings in my ear like the most perfect melody. His breath eventually slows to ragged gasps, his weight heavy against me as he leans forward, pressing slow, lazy kisses to my neck. I can feel his lips curling into that soft, smug smile again.

It’s all I can take.

I stop holding back, my initial fantasy of having the upper hand, having Jamie at my complete control, claiming him and marking him when I was through by finishing on his back or his chest… None of that happened. Jamie had essentially completely made me his bitch tonight.

I lose complete control at that point, finishing inside him as wave after wave crashes over me. It feels endless, like I’ll never come down, but eventually the fire subsides, leaving me dazed and boneless beneath him.

Holy shit.

We just lay there for a while, both of us breathing hard. Jamie feels heavy on top of me, but it’s comforting—grounding. I wrap my arms around his back, pulling him closer, kissing the side of his head while I catch my breath.

“Thank you,” I mumble into his hair before I can stop myself.

Jamie lifts his head, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at me. His smirk is downright wicked. “…Did you just thank me?”

“Yeah.” It’s dumb, I know it is, but it slipped out anyway. My face burns as I look away.

Jamie laughs, leaning down to kiss me again, smug as ever. “You’re such an idiot,” he says, his voice teasing, but I can see the warmth in his eyes.

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