Page 49 of Bloom and Burn
He’s laughing then, climbing onto the bed as I try to stop my shit-eating grin from taking over my face. I fail, but it doesn’t really matter as he goes straight for my dick as instructed. His hot mouth closes around the tip, hungry and wet, while his lubed fingers tease my entrance.
“Oh, yes! So good.”
My cry of pleasure encourages him, and he takes me fully into his mouth. His fingers push deeper too, tagging my prostate. I see stars, my vision shaking from how good it feels to have both your cock and ass worshiped. We should make it a daily thing from now on.
Grabbing the whip lying on the bed next to me, I drag it across his back. Jack hums in appreciation, but continues to bob his head up and down. A few more minutes of his diligent attention and I’m a mess, begging him to fuck me.
“I want your cock, please, or I’ll lose my mind.”
“You get so needy when you are turned on,” he comments as he pulls off my cock with a popping sound. “I love it.”
“Chop, chop then. We haven’t got all day.”
He grabs my hips and turns me over so I am on all fours and facing the headboard. “True. But we do have all night.”
“You know, it would be a real bummer if your sister came home now.”
He throws his head back, laughing, though keeps rubbing more lube into my hole. “I swear, Ryan. If that happens, it will be your fault for jinxing it!”
I open my mouth to say something, but I completely forget it as he pushes inside me in one smooth glide.Fuuuuuck yes!He takes it slow at first, but gradually builds up to a quicker pace, kissing my back as our bodies move together.
It’s heaven. I feel so full of him, so hot and perfect. I love the stretch and the ever-present burn, the way we are such a good fit for each other. Every time he moves, he gets deeper and deeper inside me, hitting that spot which drives me crazy.
“I’m close. Faster, please. I wanna come,” I beg, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Fuck, Ryan. So good. So tight for me. So perfect.”
That’s it. All it takes. I come with a groan and he tips over the edge a second later, moaning my name. We don’t stop there though, both of us high on our climaxes as he pounds into me and shakes and makes me one with the universe. His cum is hot inside me as it claims more of me, and his hands don’t stop stroking my sides, my legs, my back. It’s like he can’t get enough of touching me, like he needs it to anchor himself so he doesn’t float away.
The aftershocks of our orgasms slow us down, but we don’t separate even after we’ve calmed down. We lie in bed for a while, still connected, kissing and hugging lazily as rightness settles over me.
Once I can move again, he carries me to the bathroom for a shower, where we kind of have a second round. But I’m not complaining; in fact, I’d go for a third, but then again, snuggling up to him in bed feels amazing, so I decide to leave the sex for the morning as I drift off to sleep in his arms.
It’s so nice and warm and perfect, and when I wake up in the morning, I feel rested and ready to tackle the entire world. Which is good. Perfect timing in fact, because the first thing I have to face is a call from my dad.
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“Answerit,”Jackssays,cracking an eye open.
I squeeze his hand with my free one and glare at my phone’s screen. It’s been more than a month. Why is dad calling me now? I was supposed to have the most amazing start to my day, consisting of morning sex after waking up next to my sexy Adonis.
Sigh.
I contemplate ignoring the call altogether and pretending it never happened, but then I worry that it might be something urgent. My parents and I aren’t talking right now, but it’s not like I wanted that. It was a necessary step, so we could hopefully grow as a family after the nasty argument we had. They’ve got a lot of redeeming to do if I’m being honest, not only because of how they tried to get between me and Jack, but also because they’d rather chase me away than support my dreams.
“I don’t know,” I say. “It’s dad and I don’t feel like arguing first thing in the morning.”
Jack shrugs, burying his nose between my shoulder blades. “Maybe he’s not calling for that,” he counters, a sliver of hope lurking in his sleepy voice. “I think you should hear him out.”
Sighing as he starts massaging my back in soothing circles, I answer the call. “Hey, is everything okay?”
My voice comes out a little snappy, but can you blame me? It’s nine in the morning and instead of hot sex, I’ll probably have to listen to another lecture about my life choices.
“Hi, Ryan,” dad says, sounding a little hurt. “Yeah, yeah, everything is fine.”
“Okay… then, did you need something?” I urge him, ready to be done with this conversation so I can stuff my face with pancakes and bacon and syrup.
