Page 24 of Wrapped Up In You
The kiss deepened, moving from tender and emotional to urgent and needy. As I continued to knead his ass, he shoved his hands into my hair, gripping the back of my neck and holding me to him as if he was afraid I was going to disappear. Tongues tangled and teeth clashed as we desperately fought for dominance under the chilly water. I moved my hand from his backside, over his hip, and around to his front, where I took both our cocks in hand. We groaned at the first stroke, and I feared I wouldn’t last long.
Abruptly, Hayden pulled away, his eyes meeting mine with intensity. “What is it? Do you want to stop?”
“No. I want you inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. I want you to fuck me, Lucy.”
I reached behind him and turned off the water. “I’ll be damned if the first time I’m inside you is in a cold shower. I want you in bed.”
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HAYDEN
Ileaned forward and kissed Jonathan quickly before turning and yanking back the shower curtain. We stepped out and dried haphazardly before racing each other to the bedroom. I thought I would remember the sound of his laugh in that moment, so open and free, for the rest of my life.
In the bedroom, he tackled me to the bed, straddling my thighs and swallowing my laugh in another scorching kiss. I trailed my hands all over his body, exploring every ridge and valley. I wanted to feel every inch of him.
Without breaking contact, Jonathan reached over to the side table, blindly rummaging through the drawer. By the sound of things, he wasn’t having any luck finding what I assumed were a condom and lube. Impatient, I said, “I have supplies in the front pocket of my backpack and also in my dopp kit.”
“You keep supplies in your backpack?”
“I may be a mess half the time, but I’m a fucking Boy Scout when it comes to sex supplies.”
Grinning, he kissed me, then climbed off the bed and ran to the bathroom, where I’d left my dopp kit sitting on the counter. I stroked my dick lazily while I waited, amazed at the changes in him over the last couple of days. It was like watching the sun come out after a storm.
I chuckled at his antics as he came sprinting back into the room and tossed the supplies on the bed, then climbed on. His smile turned lascivious as he tapped my knee. “Show me that pretty hole.”
Oh fuck.A dirty-talking Jonathan was a dangerous thing.
I pulled my knees back, hurrying to comply. The intensity of his stare lit a fire inside me from the inside out. “You want that, Lucy? You want to sink that dick into my ass.”
“Damn, Hay.” He trailed a finger from the tip of my dick down over my balls and taint, moving so slowly that my eyes practically rolled back into my head. Finally, he rubbed the pad of his finger against my hole, making my whole body shudder.
He picked up the lube, slicked up his finger, and returned it to my entrance, pressing gently. Every bit of my focus was on that single spot on my body as his finger slowly entered me. I was so focused, in fact, that the feel of his mouth engulfing my cock took me completely by surprise, eliciting a deep groan at the dual sensations of his finger inside me while my cock was inside him.
He added a second finger and then a third, scissoring them as he stretched me while he continued to work over my cock with his mouth. I was nothing but sensation, a live wire dangerously close to bursting into flame. He located my prostate and tapped, and without warning, I erupted down his throat. “Shit. Fuck. Sorry. It just feels so fucking good.”
He didn’t respond with words, just kept tapping that spot as my hips rutted into his face and he swallowed each spurt of cum.
“You taste good,” he said, licking his lips as he pulled off. His hair was standing on end, his lips were red and a little swollen, and there was a bit of a flush in his cheeks. He’d never looked more beautiful.
“You going to give me that cock?”
“You still want it? Even after you’ve come?”
I leaned up on my elbows, making sure he could see my face. “Lucy, I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Heat flared in his eyes, and he wasted no time grabbing the condom, tearing open the wrapper, and rolling it on. After slicking himself with the lube and drizzling a little more down my crease, he lined himself up and slowly began pushing in.
I bore down as he slid past the first ring of muscle, breathing out as my body stretched to accommodate his thick cock. He paused a moment, his eyes raised, checking in with me. At my nod, he pressed in farther until he was buried to the hilt. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine as our bodies adjusted to the sensation of filling and being filled.
“You feel amazing, Hay. Nothing…” He swallowed and tried again. “Nothing has ever felt this good. I can’t…”
“Shh. You feel good too. Don’t overthink it, Lucy.” I was overwhelmed with feelings, and I suspected he was too. It was confusing and wonderful and scary and unlike anything I’d ever felt before. But as used to Big Feelings as I was, this was on a different level. One that I suspected was several levels higher than anything he’d ever felt. “Just move, okay? I want to feel you moving inside me.”
He lifted his head, eyes searing into mine, as he slowly pulled back, almost completely to his tip, before slamming back into me again. And again. Over and over, he pounded into me, an urgent energy surging through him that had my cock stiffening again. I wasn’t sure it was enough to make me come a second time, but that didn’t matter. It just felt so fucking good to be used by him.
