Page 77 of Forever Not Yours

I leant back, kneaded those lovely globes in my hand, then gave him a firm swat.

The howl out of his mouth was stunning. The way he shook against the back of the sofa.

“Fucking hell, give a guy a warning?” he shouted, but he was laughing, turning his head and watching me over his shoulder. “Now do the other one.”

“Who’s in charge here?” I warned him with a smile.

“Green, Jakey. Bloody green. Now do as you’re told!”

“Brat,” I spat out at the same time as I gave him what he wanted, making his head hang low over the sofa as he growled.

“Oh, shit. Now fuck me.”

“You ready for that?” I gave him another swat and then lined up my dick, lube at hand. I got him. There would be other times to play rough. Tonight? He needed just this. A little fun. A dollop of lube slowly dripping down between his arse cheeks.

“Not too much.” he said quietly. “Want to feel you.”

“You’ll feel me,” I promised, grabbing his hips firmly as I made that first push, hard against his ring of muscle. His breath hitched as his head once again hung down over the back of the sofa, his arms now holding him up, having lost my grip on his wrists. I didn’t need to hold him down; he was pinned to the sofa, and I was right here, all that warmth greeting me as I pushed through. A slow descent into everything this was. Him. Me. Sex.

I never made love. That was my motto. I fucked. But I wondered what I was doing now—if I was still merely fucking, or if I needed to rethink this entire set-up. Because as I pushed further, he bent his neck back, and somehow, I found his lips and we were suddenly just there. Fused by mouth. Him and me. And I was trying to gently move, but I couldn’t because I was so incredibly overwhelmed by everything this was. I just wrapped my arms around him and held on, gently rocking my hips as he gasped and grabbed my arms, and I tried to hold us both up.

“Just do it,” he whispered. “Hard and fast.”

I had no idea what those words meant, because all I could do was feel, smell, taste his skin on my tongue, gentle movements the only thing I could master.

“You’re mine,” I croaked out.

“Of course I am,” he replied. Then he pushed his arse back against my groin, met me where we were. Me all the way inside of him. Him breathing against my cheek. And things finally made sense. Because we were just what we were, and this?

“Don’t think so hard.” He kissed my arm. “It’s all right.”

Of course it was. So I found my strength, brought it back from wherever it had gone, and then I pulled out and slammed right back in. And again. Sped up and gave him everything. Everything I was, was for him. All of it. Every little breath. The sweat that ran down my forehead. The seed that suddenly was inside him. And again. And again.

“Just…one…more.” His mouth was open, his eyes closed, his hand moving down the back of the sofa.

I caught it. Kissed his fingers. Then bent my arm around his front and grabbed his cock. Pumped it inside my grip. Leather. Lube. Me. Him. Hard. Fast ashe roared. Gasped. Held his breath for what seemed like ages before he released, his cum sliding over the leather, making my movements suddenly slick. A string hanging off one finger as I shakily retrieved my hand and showed it to him.

He looked back over his shoulder as I held it out for him, the tip of his tongue just catching that naughty drip. He held it there for me to see before he brought it inside his mouth, more dramatically than was necessary. I kissed him roughly enough that my tongue fought to taste him. To share what was already ours.

“You’re so bloody dirty, Jakey.” He laughed as he crawled into my arms, the two of us in a heap on that sofa, my scrubs still bunched around my feet, him beautifully bare.

“Promise me something,” I whispered into his cheek.

“What?” he asked.

“That we’ll always have this. This…closeness. That I can always do these kinds of things with you, and you’ll still love me.”

“Of course I will. I love when we…you know. Do these things.”

“Fuck, Bastien. It’swhen we fuck.”

“Idiot,” he muttered. Then he kissed me.

“So you do love me.” I was teasing, but I wanted so badly to hear him say it and mean it.

Then he just looked at me. A small smile on his face.

“Jakey,” he said.

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