Page 54 of Beneath the Indigo Sky

Namid

We barely step foot inside the door before I reach for Jayce’s shirt, my fingers battling with the buttons in my haste.

“Need you.” I moan against his throat. “Need you inside of me.”

His hands join mine as we step further into the apartment together, clothes falling as fast and furious as summer rain along the way. I can’t help the hungry whimpering that escapes my throat as I suck my way across his collarbones and down his chest. He walks backward as I guide him around furniture with my hands on his hips, fingers gripping so tightly I’m afraid they’ll leave bruises. It doesn’t matter; nothing matters but the scent of his skin and the sound of his moans and the way his fingers curl tightly in my hair.

I walk us back until we’re in the corner of the room, the one where the window seat forms an L against the glass.

“Here. I want you to take me here,” I mumble against his chest before sucking his nipple into my mouth hard enough to draw blood to the surface.

He nearly screams as his hands press against the back of my head, urging me to continue. I take the nub with my teeth, rolling it between them as I increase the pressure until he’s panting, harsh, ragged breaths infused with moans and whimpers.

“Fuck.”

“Yes.”

“God.”

He’s rambling, and I can feel the slickness already leaking from him against my hip as I step closer and pull my mouth away from the abused, pink skin. It’s darker than the other, nearly red with the bruise I’ve sucked into it.

He looks stunned as I grin at him and trail one fingertip along the underside of his cock.

“Kneel for me while I get the lube.” His voice is broken and rough and desperate, and he’s already stepping toward the bedroom before I can respond.

I kneel on the long side of the bench, my head facing the corner with my knees and forearms on the cushions. He’s back in seconds, settling on the bench behind me, and I can feel the need and lust dripping from him.

His fingertips are tender as they trace long strokes along my spine and follow the edges of the patterns that stretch across my back. The scruff on his chin is rough against my hip and the curves of my ass as his tongue wanders across my skin. He’s slow and gentle and deliberate with his touches as one cool, slick finger presses softly inside of me. His lips and tongue never leave my back as he teases, coaxing out whimpers that leave me trembling and wanting more as he draws out my pleasure.

A single finger twists and slides and curls until I’m moaning and straining back, searching for more. It’s never felt like this. I’ve never felt like this. Never needed more and more and more while at the same time, his gentle touch captivates me so completely that I don’t want it to ever change.

I welcome the pressure with a shudder as a second finger effortlessly joins the first, and I lose the battle to hold myself up, my chest sinking to the cushion as he twists and spreads inside of me.

“Please.”

"I need…"

"God…"

I’ve lost the ability to speak; only whimpered words and quiet curses fall from my lips.

His fingers slip from me, his voice so deep and harsh I barely recognize it, the waves of desire thick and heavy as they envelop us.

“Kneel up for me.”

His arm wraps tightly around my waist, my arm resting along his, fingers laced together tightly enough that our knuckles whiten with the strain. His other hand clutches my hip. I want him in a way I’ve never wanted another. I’ve never wanted someone in a way that makes my heart race and my breathing stop. I need more. More of his touch, of his taste, of him.

I turn my head over my shoulder, reaching my free arm back to sink my fingers into his short hair, holding him to me. Our cheeks press together, our panted breaths mingling and fogging up the glass beside us.

His hips shift behind me as he holds me close, and then he’s inside of me, a deep pressure working its way up my spine as he eases forward until his hips press against mine. We’re both gasping and trembling and clinging desperately to one another. There is nothing else. There is only the touch of his skin and the way he’s wrapped around me and the fire deep in my belly that’s growing as he begins to rock, pleasure radiating outward from where we’re connected until every nerve in my body is vibrating.

His forehead is resting on my shoulder, hot breaths skittering across my skin as his fingers clutch at me, holding me still as he pulls back, his body nearly slipping from mine before thrusting forward with one deep, smooth stroke. Each of his movements drives me higher, closer to him, further from the rest of the world.

I pry my fingers away from his to run my hand along my stomach, ignoring my leaking cock to press my palm hard against my lower belly. I can feel the pressure of him moving inside me against my hand. He shudders in pleasure, and his teeth scrape across my shoulder as I press my fingers harder, pinning him tighter inside of me, and I’m lost in the sensations of his length within me, the warmth and strength of his body behind mine, his fingers clutching my skin, and the way he’s moaning against the back of my neck.

I tilt my hips slightly, crying out when sparks of pleasure almost too intense to bear shoot through my pelvis and belly, and I’m shuddering almost violently, spasming and tightening around him as I fall into the darkness.

Silken sheets rustle around us as I curl tighter against Jayce’s side. His fingers are trailing along my spine, raising goosebumps in their wake. We’d showered together, taking our time with lazy kisses and lingering fingers as we cleaned one another before slipping into bed and curling up tightly. I’m surrounded by warmth and cinnamon, and there is nowhere on earth that I’d rather be.

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