Page 95 of Returning Your Love
He wrapped an arm beneath my leg and hefted it higher, the new angle making him grind over my prostate rather than slide against it.
“There—” I choked on a groan. “Oh my fucking God, right there.”
His growl vibrated against my neck where he’d tucked his face, and I grasped his rock hard shoulders.
“C-Coming—fuck, I’m coming.” I gasped, my dick on the verge of nutting.
“Give it to me, baby. Squeeze the life out of my cock.”
An eruption of spunk shot up through my shaft, and I hollered, every muscle in my body tensing. I clung to Jamie as he stroked steadily through my climax, his hiss against my neck sending shivers over my skin.
Every glide of his cock over my prostate caused another spurt of cum to dribble onto my abs, and I writhed until he wrung me dry.
“Jesus.” I panted, clutching at him as he lifted his head to peer down at me.
He stilled, hard dick buried, the feeling of it throbbing inside me sending another rush of butterflies through my stomach. Passion poured from his eyes, darker than any navy-blue sky.
They rolled back, and he cursed, pulling out harshly and stabbing into me.
His dick pulsed with the first wave of his release, and he cursed again, thrusting deeper.
“Fuck!” He backed out quickly and palmed his shaft, working it hard, jet after jet of his cum covering my soft balls and dick. “Goddamn…Jesus, Chaz, you’re perfect—so good for me.” He shuddered and collapsed, grinding his semi over my junk, smearing his spunk into my skin. “Fuck,” he groaned, another tremble causing me to hold him tight again.
We both fought for breath, panted exhales bathing each other’s mouths that barely brushed together.
Still, he rubbed his groin against mine, until I chuckled. “The fuck are you doing?”
“Marking you with my cum inside and out like I’ve been dreaming about for half of forever. Want my scent all the fuck over you so everyone knows who you belong to. Fantasized about it on your ass cheeks, but this’ll do.” He let out a heavy exhale, finally resting atop me.
I ran my hands along his spine, cradling his body with mine, wishing the feeling of euphoria would continue to sizzle through my extremities until we were both ready to go again.
But I’d come here with a purpose, part of my healing journey I had yet to complete.
Selfishness had overridden the need to speak first, and I’d given in to my lust. I’d needed Jamie inside me at least once just in case the secret I held onto proved as equally damaging as the one he’d shared with me.
Would it be better to rip off the Band-Aid when he couldn’t escape my arms?
What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t allow him at least a little space so my close proximity wouldn’t affect his reaction though?
As though feeling my inner tension, he lifted onto his elbows, gaze searching. “You okay?”
“Mmm,” I hummed a semi-lie.
He pressed his lips to mine in a chaste kiss and, groaning, sat on his haunches between my thighs. “Your poor hole. It’s all red and puffy even though I took it easy on you.” Jamie caressed my pucker, still slick with lube and cum. “So fucking hot,” he murmured, pushing what leaked from me back inside my body. “Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all. It was better than I expected. Hope to do it again.”
“Oh, we will.” He flashed me a grin, making my stomach flip in the best way. “But I’m bottoming next time. Thirty minutes? An hour?”
I laughed at the joy in his eyes but sobered quickly.
“What’s going on, Chaz?” Jamie asked, his smile slowly fading.
“I—I have to tell you one last thing.”
His gaze flitted over my face as though searching for a hint of what it might be.
“I was happy you got injured and had to leave the NFL,” I blurted, ready to get it over with already. “I mean, I was upset for you, of course, but…yeah. How shitty is that?” I huffed a tear-filled sarcastic laugh, pain already lancing through my heart in expectation of him ordering me to leave as I’d done to him.
