Page 69 of Screwed (Dad Bod Contracting 4)
“I can’t hold back, James. I don’t have any more control. I want more than to be smart and responsible and careful and rational.”
I give in. Lean up against him, press my body all along his, lying against his spine. My breasts rest against his back, and I press my core against his buttocks. Resting my cheek on his shoulder blade. I let my arms wrap around him. It’s a hug at first, just wrapping him up, holding him. Then I stop trying to hold in my neediness. I let my hands do what they want, go where they want. They dance and trace over his chest, down his abs. Lower and lower.
“Nova…”
I kiss his spine, his shoulder blades. Press up hard against him. Crush my boobs against him. Rub my core against him. “I don’t care if it’s stupid or irrational, or impetuous. I just want you, James. Right now. However it happens, however I can get you.”
I carve my palm down his belly and take him in my hand, stroke his length greedily. He groans, a long low pained sound. He arches his back, head hanging. Moans raggedly, as if my touch is more than he can handle. I palm his buttocks with my other hand, loving the feel of it, caressing and tracing. Then, finally, I use both hands on his erection, slowly exploring his length with twisting plunging strokes of my fists.
“Fuck, Nova,” he breathes. “What are you doing to me?”
I kiss his spine again. “I don’t even know, James. I just know I can’t help it, and don’t want to. All I want is us…just us. That’s all that matters.”
He groans again, hips pushing forward into my touch. “I…oh god, Nova. I’m not gonna last long at this rate.”
“I don’t care, James. Come—come right now. Come all over my hands. Make a mess, I don’t fucking care. I just want us. I don’t care if you need time to get hard again. I don’t care what happens, I just need you. I need to touch you. I’m done waiting.”
He groans, thrusts into my hand.
And then, with shocking suddenness, he wrenches out of my grip, twists in place, and I’m airborne. Lifted, and his mouth is on mine, his lips slamming roughly against mine, and I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his hands clutching my ass. He kisses me, and none of the kisses we’ve shared can hold a candle to this one.
It’s absolutely feral, ravenous. Demanding. His tongue slashes into my mouth and his lips claim mine—it’s a kiss that says I’ve crossed the line—there’s no going back from this. Whatever restraint he may have had is gone, and now he’s taking what’s his—
Me.
My soul soars, my heart flips; my stomach drops out, my voice rises in a long whimper of relief.
He has me, utterly—I’m held up by him, all of me depending on his strength. He has me utterly—whatever he does, next, I want. If he only kisses me, I want that. If he takes me, here and now, I want that. Anything in between, I want.
He pivots and slams my back up against my door, and I cling to him, fusing my mouth to his. I’m wrapped around him like a koala around a tree: he lifts me higher. I pull my hips back, away from him. Cling to him with one arm and both legs, reaching a hand between us. His hands are on my thighs, lifting me, spreading me open. God, yes. I grasp his cock and nestle the fat, bulbous head to my opening, and he gasps and I groan.
“James,” I whisper, my voice ragged and lost.
He flexes his hips, and I whimper as he nudges into me. “Nova. I fucking—I need you. I can’t— I need you.”
I’m clinging to him, arms around his neck now, holding myself up, his hands on my buttocks clawed tight. I bite his lower lip, and he grunts.
I want to say a billion things, but I have no words. The only response left to me is a physical one: I let go of his neck, let my weight sag. I let go, and he fills me. He growls, a primal sound ripping from his throat, and I cry out, a shrill wail as I am split open and filled in a way I never knew was possible.
“Oh fuck, Nova,” he breathes.
“James—” I whimper. “James. James.”
He slides an arm under my ass to support me, and with the other he cups my cheek—our eyes meet, mine shaky and tear hazed, his wild and tender at once. Deep inside me, he kisses me.
A gentle kiss, at odds with the fact that I’m pinned to the door by his throbbing cock.
A loving kiss, slow and tender and searching.
I have to hold on to him, clutching his neck with my arms and his waist with my legs.
