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Jay lay there and whimpered. He writhed under my touch as though he wasn’t sure if he were trying to escape it or get closer. Too close for my own good, I released our cocks before I came all over him and ruined my plans.
Jay wriggled. “My arms, Marek.”
Hauling him up into a sitting position, I tugged the shirt down one arm and then the other, tossing it aside.
His arms came around me, skimmed up my thighs before sliding up my back. His eyes were open now, and as he eased himself back down, he tugged me with him. His hand was in my hair, and he pulled me down. Closer and closer. I could have stopped it if I wanted to.
I didn’t want to.
I leaned forward, grinding my hips down, sliding our cocks together in the tight space between our bodies. Mylips brushed against his, tentative at first, then with more surety, more passion. Jay’s grip tightened in my hair. His other hand smoothed down my back, and he gripped my ass. I moaned, and he took the opportunity to slip me the tongue.
Time stopped.
The universe collapsed in on itself and ceased to exist around us. There was only the feeling of his cock, hard and slick, and his tongue tangled with mine.
Something in me broke when I realized that this was our first kiss. It felt monumental. Like something we’d earned. My head swam from lack of oxygen, but I couldn’t stop kissing him. Grinding against him. I was lost in his arms, his lips. Lost in his embrace.
Kissing Jay was dangerous, and yet I was powerless to stop.
Chapter 20
Jay
If you’d told me a few months ago that I’d be here, kissing Marek Myers, I’d have probably died laughing. It seemed not real in a way. Like something this good couldn’t possibly exist between us. And yet, it was the most real thing I’d ever felt.
Pinned under Marek, he ground his cock against mine as he deepened the kiss. Fuck. I was kissing Myers, and it was indescribably good. My brain went blank, leaving no room for thoughts, just the experience of Marek’s tongue dancing with mine.
Breathless against the assault of his tongue in my mouth. Powerless to slow my racing heart. Helpless to stop myself from wanting him, I surrendered. Any lingering dislike I pretended to have for this man fell away. I didn’t know how I was even going to begin to pretend to hate him.
The kiss was never-ending. We kissed like it was the main attraction, and I wasn’t secretly dying for more. Though I wasn’t lying when I told Marek that I was vers, I wanted him inside me too. There was a space inside me thatwas desperate to be filled. If it happened to be an emptiness in the shape of Myers, then that was just a coincidence.
I wanted to beg him to fuck me, but I also wanted to see what his plans for me were. I let curiosity win. Marek sat up, his chest heaving as he reached for the lube. There was still something haunted about the look in his eyes. Whatever was bothering him had nothing to do with me, though.
Lube drizzled from the bottle to my cock. The cool temperature made me flinch and huff out a breath.
“Cold.”
Marek smirked at me. “I’ll warm it up in a minute.”
He reached for my cock. Holding my gaze, he took it in his hand and stroked me from root to tip, spreading the lube, stealing my breath.
His touch was an addiction. The way I’d gone from hating him to needing him was the eighth wonder of the world. Everything about this felt less like a hookup and more like… something that mattered. Marek needed someone. Needed something. And whether or not it was sex, or me, or something else, I was the person he’d chosen at this moment.
Marek reached behind himself with slick fingers, and I could only imagine the way he was prepping his hole. The blunt, slippery digits circling his rim before dipping inside. Instead, I saw the way his expression smoothed out. Next time, I wanted to be the one to finger him open. To make his hole soft and slick and ready for my dick.
Marek shifted forward and lined my cock up with his hole. I couldn’t look away from his face if you paid me. With his head tilted back, everything about him was as tense and tight as the fully-drawn string of a bow. And then my cock pressed against his hole, and Marek softened to accept me.
“Fuu-uuuck,” I swore as he took my cock inside him, inch by torturously slow inch. When I was all the way inside him, Marek relaxed a little more and it was like I slid in even deeper. Unable to keep my hands to myself, I let them wander all over Marek’s body. Up his legs. I cupped his ass. Smoothed my hands up his back, around his chest to toy with his nipples.
He gathered my hands in his and pinned them to the bed. He rocked his hips in circles, grinding his body on mine as he rode my cock.
He was still so tangled up in his own head. Tortured. Beautiful. Lifting myself up the best I could with my hands held down and his weight on top of me, I caught Marek’s mouth with mine.
If I’d known how good of a kisser he was, I might have kissed him a lot sooner. His hold on my hands shifted until our fingers were locked together.
I’d never had sex like this before. Sex with someone who mattered to me, who would continue to matter after the cum was dry. Even when Marek was out of my sight, he was never out of my mind.
“Fuck,” he groaned, sounding tortured.
