Page 60 of His Surrender
God, I needed that too. More than I needed my next breath.
“Then take me to your room,” I said, gripping a handful of his shirt.
I’d only had Jay once, but it had been the best sex of my life. I practically vibrated with the eagerness to have him again. My ass ached, felt empty. I moaned at the memory of his thick cock moving inside of me and seized his lips.
Jay wrapped his arms around me and tugged me away from the counter, dragging me with him as he stepped toward the hall. Our teeth clanked as we kissed and walked. When I saw people do that in movies—ripping each other’s clothes off and discarding them all throughout the house on their way to the bedroom—I had always thought it was unrealistic. Mainly because none of the men I’d been with had ever been that eager to get me naked.
However, Jay yanked off my shirt and threw it to the floor as we bumped into the wall. I then pulled off his, tossing it behind me before falling against him again. Our mouths fused together.
Once in his room, he pushed me on the bed and got on top of me, much like the first time we’d screwed. There was something different that time, though. Jay brushed the hair from my brow before placing a kiss there. The action caused a mini explosion in my chest, one that spread like wildfire when he claimed my lips.
“Take off my pants,” I said, kicking off my shoes and lifting my hips off the mattress.
Jay grinned and propped himself up on one arm. His blond hair fell in in his face as he looked down at me. “Someone’s demanding tonight.”
“Can’t help it. I need you. It’s been too long.”
He fumbled with my belt before undoing it and unzipping my pants. I watched as he worked them down my thighs, and I whimpered when he kissed my dick through my boxers.
“Such a tease,” I groaned.
“Says the man who tried to lure me into a bath when I was trying to behave myself and do the right thing.”
I snorted. “Are you going to hold that over me forever?”
“Maybe.” After throwing my pants to the floor, he stuck his fingers beneath the waistband of my boxers. “Should I take these off too?”
“I have a better idea.”
Shock sparked in his eyes as I flipped him to his back. He stared up at me, his lips parted, as I glided a hand down his stomach, admiring the ridges of abs. He was like a valley of muscle and sex, and I wanted to explore every inch of him. I scooted down his body and popped his jeans open.
Jay didn’t say a word as I slid them down his sexy as hell toned legs. I returned to his waist and went to take off his boxer briefs.
“What are you doing?” he asked, grabbing my wrist in a gentle hold.
I nearly laughed at the question, until I saw his serious—and nervous—expression.
“Undressing you,” I said, dipping my head to kiss his naval. “Is that okay?”
Watching me with eyes that were still filled with apprehension, he nodded and sunk back against the mattress. He remained tense. I knew how masterful he sucked cock, how skilled his fingers were. But he acted like this was new for him.
Did the men he fucked not repay the favor? I found that unbelievable if so. Sure, it was amazing having Jay worship me with his tongue, but the thought of worshipping him with mine excited me just as much. If not more.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” I said, hating that weird look in his eyes.
“No.” He swallowed and let go of my wrist. “It’s okay. Don’t stop.”
Something clicked in my head then. When I’d joked in the past about not being a bottom, Jay had reacted almost in a panic, saying he was only a top. And now with him getting weird about me taking his clothes off… had someone hurt him before?
The thought made me feel sick, and tears sprang to my eyes. I lowered my head again to hide the tears and kissed the dip of his hip bone. He trembled beneath me and brushed his fingers through my hair.
Oh, my beautiful Jay.
“I’m going to make you feel so good.” I kissed his stomach and slowly pulled down his briefs.
His semi-hard cock sprang forward, arching beautifully between his muscled thighs. Gripping his base, I glanced at him to make sure he was okay. I didn’t know his past or what he went through, but I’d do everything in my power to keep him in the present. To show him how amazing it could be when someone else had control.
Jay stared at me, his nostrils flaring a little with his intakes of air. He was shaking too, ever so slightly. His cock was heavy in my hand, and it twitched as I slipped the tip between my wet lips. The softest of sighs left him, and his fingers glided through my hair, as if petting me.
