Page 54 of I've Got You

“No.” Heat punctuated the word. “I want to.” He closed his eyes and the force of his heartbeat pushed against my chest. “God, I really want you inside me.” When he opened his eyes, his pupils were dilated, and if I hadn’t believed his words or his body, then everything I needed to know could be read in that one look.

He was ready.

The need for breath seemed to disappear as I slammed my mouth to his, taking, tasting, and trying my hardest not to come while rubbing against him. As my lips slid against his, my tongue making gentle caresses, I angled to lean on my forearm, freeing my left hand to dance over his skin, loving the gooseflesh the touch left behind. When my fingers traced across his hip, he bucked, squirmed, and tore his mouth away as he grinned. Bright eyes took their fill, and my heart stuttered. He was gorgeous like this, happy and quite possibly the most at ease I’d ever seen him, despite being as coiled tightly as he was.

Scott’s eyelids dipped to half-mast when my touch traveled to his balls, then sprung open when I angled my hips completely off him so I could get full access. With a swipe of his precum, I traced the liquid over his silky skin and gave gentle strokes. His whole body vibrated, small grunts spilling out of his mouth when I picked up the pace. After I placed a small kiss to his mouth, I kissed my way down his body, my focus on tasting him. Just the thought of sucking him in made my mouth water. I sped up my descent and reached my goal with a triumphant lick of his long length and a smirk when Scott bucked so hard I had to clamp him down.

“No,” he gargled.

Wide-eyed, I stared at him, confused. “No?” Shit, what had happened in the last few minutes? He was all but wriggling his ass, begging me to take him.

“Lube,” he said with a needy gasp. “I just need you inside me, your fingers, your cock.” My own sprung to renewed life with vigor. God, I wanted inside him so badly. “Davis.”

My name spurred me into action.

Lube and condom at the ready, I caressed his hole and eased a finger in slowly. I knew he’d used his own fingers, just like I knew he’d used toys, but this was a hell of a lot different. He had a virgin ass, as none of those things counted when it came down to it. His channel gripped my finger, and I closed my eyes, breathing slowly and begging for control. When he moaned, my eyes connected with his. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He managed a small smile. “I need more though.” Heat crept up his cheeks.

I leaned over and slid a second finger inside him, and pulled at his bottom lip, pressing a small kiss there. “I’ll give you everything.”

Soft eyes gazed back at me, and he nodded, drawing his swollen bottom lip into his mouth.

“This”—I entered a third finger slowly and gently stroked and probed—“once I’m in there.” I took a stilling breath, willing myself to keep going, keep talking, get everything out on the table. “I want to be the only one.” My pulse skyrocketed. “I only ever want to be the one who’s had this piece of you. That okay?”

His nod was slow, somehow sensual. Scott parted his lips and bucked again as I found that perfect spot of his. His yes came out on a growl, swiftly followed by, “Fuck yes.”

“And that means,” I added for clarity, “only you will ride me, only you will take my fine ass.” I quirked a brow and gave a half grin, but fuck if I didn’t mean every word and feel the promise soul deep.

His frantic eyes refocused, and he cupped my cheek, sweeping his thumb over my lips. I was impressed as hell by his control, since I had three fingers buried inside him. His voice was low and steady. “I want that, with you.”

And with those words, there was no going back. I was going to make him scream and never regret his promise. After a bruising kiss, my fingers working him over while I deliberately left his cock alone, not wanting to distract him from the epic pleasure of the P-spot, I moved fully to my knees before him. “Hands and knees or back?”

He hesitated a moment. “Hands and knees.”

Heat curled inside me as he turned and offered me his ass. I leaned over him and kissed against his spine, then his ass cheeks before pressing my thumb inside him while I added more lube to my latex-covered cock and directly to his opening. It wouldn’t take me long before I exploded inside the rubber, but I needed to make this so good for him that he’d never regret his promise to give me his world.

“Tell me if it’s too much or you need to slow or stop.”

With a glance over his shoulder and his body vibrating before me, he said, “And what if it’s not enough and I need you to go harder?”

I laughed loudly, warmth spreading through me. “That,” I said, grinning widely and pressing myself against his hole, “you can say as loud as you want.” With the last word, I eased into him. Scott’s head dropped forward, his ass high in the air and a strangled moan ripping from his lips. I paused before continuing, certain he would tell me what he needed. After edging out slightly, this time I entered fully, balls deep. I angled my head back and gasped for breath as he gripped me so tightly, so perfectly I was convinced my cock would die happily and go to cock heaven.

Waiting a few moments, I tested his reaction by easing back. When a breathy moan escaped him, I edged back in, only to receive the perfect movement from his hips as he pushed against me. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. I throbbed inside him, almost in time with the increasing movements as I pushed then pounded into him.

With both hands, I eased his cheeks open a little more, taking in the view. Groaning, I kept my eyes fixed on how he ate up my cock. We fit so perfectly. I had to fight the build of my orgasm. I did not want to come yet.

I shifted my angle slightly, and Scott cried out. I knew that sound so well. He’d managed to tear the same sound out of me last night. He twisted his head around to peer at me. “Holy shit,” he grunted. I didn’t have the ability to throw him the smirk I intended. Instead, I focused on brushing against his prostate, wanting him to go cross-eyed. I watched his reaction through the blur of building desire. With every broken, gasping breath he took, each ripple of his body, the flush of heat across his skin, I was lost in it all. In him. Scott clamped around me, and I repositioned my hands on his hips, needing the stability as I pressed into him deeper, faster.

As I ground my hips, I managed to say, “Touch yourself.” I needed him to see stars before I did. On a shaking cry, he did so. My fingers bit into his hips when he tightened impossibly around me, almost strangling my cock. The intensity of the action had me bucking harder.

Gentle was a distant memory as I pounded deeper. He matched my rhythm, his ass slamming back and softly mumbled words slipping out of his mouth incoherently.

A loud groan followed by his body jerking and coiling tightly meant I no longer had to fight the inevitable. Thank fuck. It was a battle I would have lost if he’d milked my cock a second longer. A deep, guttural groan left me when I gave a final thrust, spilling my release into the latex. Scott dropped onto his forearms, and I pressed heavily against him before bracing my arms on the bed.

Blissfully spent, I inhaled and exhaled a shuddery breath. He still held me firmly, so when his body jerked, he gripped my cock, and I groaned. His matching groan quickly followed. Tension eased out of me, and I pressed my lips to his neck, seeking his face. Scott angled his head and lifted slightly so my lips found his, soft, warm, and perfect. My lips pressed against his, our mouths working softly against each other’s.

“You are fucking incredible, and I am so fucked.”

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