Page 64 of Chasing Blue
It’s all too much, and I think this really is how I’m going to die.
“You wanna ride me first?”
“No,” I blurt and decide to go with honesty. “I won’t last, I want you inside me. I want to feel you on me, in me. I want you to fuck me till I come.”
His hands are under my arse cheeks, I’m hoisted up the bed, and pushed onto my back without a single word in response from Jack.
He flattens his body against mine, pulls my leg up to wrap around his hip, and as our eyes lock, he moves his hips until his cock pushes inside me.
He fucks me.
I fuck him.
His fingers push into my arse cheeks, mine claw at his back, his hair, his arse. He pinches, bites, and sucks on my nipple. I dig my nails into his scalp and sink my teeth into the curve of his neck.
It’s not slow, soft, gentle lovemaking, we fuck. Hard, fast. He fucks me like no other man ever has, and I fuck him right back. His mouth finds mine, his tongue and teeth join the assault, and I can’t fight it anymore.
“Jack,” I sound like I’m in pain as his name escapes me, but that’s the furthest thing from what I’m feeling as I finally allow the orgasm, so desperate for release, to roll through me.
“More, give me more, Blue. Fuck me harder,” Jack orders before I’m done.
I give him everything I have left in me, rocking my hips into his, squeezing my internal muscles around him. He pushes my knees up towards my shoulders, and because of the position, he presses against my clit as he glides over me, and my orgasm starts all over again, not as intense, but equally as delicious.
“Fuck yes,” he grinds out the words from between his clenched teeth.
Letting go of my knees, he slides his hands into mine, laces our fingers and moves them to each side of my head. I wrap my legs around him and hold him there until he stills.
Just the sound of our breathing fills the room for long, long moments as I watch Jack watching me.
I feel a pulse thrumming between my legs and worry for a split second that he’ll feel it. He’s still buried inside me, every inch of his front pressed against mine. I have nerves twitching and firing off all over me as I begin to relax, losing the will to give a single fuck if he can feel the aftermath of the orgasms he just gave me.
“You okay?” he eventually asks, kissing my forehead and then my nose as he does.
It triggers a memory, something he used to do back in the day. Despite being strangers, this whole encounter has been oddly familiar. I feel so comfortable that I’ve been able to let myself go, to not overthink and just enjoy the moment – by my standards anyway.
“Talk to me, Blue, you’re very quiet. Was that okay for you?”
His eyes dance over my face, searching for what I don’t know.
“I’m fine. It was good, great,” I respond.
“Good? Great? Babe, it was perfect, that’s what it was, fucking perfect,” he says against my ear. “You feel like home, Blue. I know we only had that one night, but fuck me, I’ve relived it a million times in my head. But this, actually having you here, in my life, in my arms, babe, it’s so much better than I ever remembered.”
“Jack . . .”
“I’m not holding back this time,” he interrupts whatever it was I was going to say, which probably wasn’t a lot as I’d thought no further than ‘Jack’.
“I fucked up last time. Should’ve said more, should’ve done more. Should’ve told you how I was feeling. I’m not gonna make that mistake again.”
His hand moves to my jaw, his thumb brushes my cheek, and I have to closemyeyes at the intensity inhisas he looks down at me.
“Spent eighteen years regretting that, always wondering about the what ifs. As much as I’ve hoped for it over the years, I never thought I’d actually get an opportunity like this with you again, but I have. And I know this is gonna make me sound like a bit of a weirdo, and a bit intense, but I don’t wanna let you out of my sight, and I want you to tell me everything. I want us to share, not hold back, just put it all out there so the miscommunication that happened between us before, never happens again.”
I feel sick. I’ve fucked up majorly by not telling him the full story, our story. The truth about what happened after I left Palmers Bay.
I close my eyes, draw in air through my mouth, and start to let it out through my nose. I wasn’t expecting this, for Jack to want more, for things to progress between us at this pace, but that’s no excuse for my silence. I should’ve been straight up from the beginning, eighteen years ago maybe.
“Blue, you’re killing me here. Is this not what you want? Have I read this all wrong?”
