Page 58 of Choose Me

He laughs and pulls his legs up to his chest, this time knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. “Then don’t make me ask again.”

Fucking hell; he’s not an angel, he’s a demon. “Bossy.”

His grin gets wider. “You said to tell you what to do. So do it.”

I coat myself with lube, lean on one hand, take my cock in the other, and stroke the tip against his hole. When I press forward, Jules’ mouth drops open and his eyes drift closed. “Oh, god, Erik. You feel good.”

I thrust into him again, watching my cock disappear into his tight hole, and it’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t remember ever being this hard or this turned on. “Fuck, Jules.” It’s just about all I can manage, because if I don’t concentrate, I’m going to come.

“Erik.” I drag my gaze up his gorgeous body until our eyes meet. “You feel good, love.”

“Yeah?”

His eyes are half-lidded and his smile is a bit wicked. “You’d feel even better if you moved faster.”

That’s the sign I’ve been waiting for. I fall forward, my hands pressing on the backs of his thighs. “Good?” He tilts his hips, making me slide deeper, and I groan.

“Fuck, yeah. So good..” Jules’ grin is smug.

I’m still aware that this is his first time with a partner, but if he’s able to sass me, then he’s ready for more. I thrust into him, picking up speed until I’m pistoning my hips in a steady rhythm. The grin slips from his lips as his eyes close and his mouth falls open. He grabs the front of my thighs in a vise-like grip, moaning louder with each thrust, his pitch getting higher and higher until the sound is one long string of needy swearing and moans. He grabs his cock, jerking himself with frantic strokes and I hope he’s close, because I won’t last much longer.

“Fuck, Jules, you look so good, babe. You feel so fucking good. So perfect.”

“Erik! Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna…” His hips jerk and his fist flies over his cock. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Come splashes over his belly and chest as he strokes himself through his orgasm. I groan as the strong scent of come hits me. I inhale his scent, every muscle trembling as I thrust into his hot body again and again, the pressure building until I can’t hold off anymore and my orgasm rips through me.

“Jules. Babe. Fuck.” I lock my elbows and gasp for air as my body tenses. I thrust into him, wave after wave of pleasure slamming into me until my body is drained and my orgasm ebbs.

I collapse forward, aiming for the bed, but landing mostly on Jules. A contented hum penetrates my fuzzy brain, and I smile into Jules’ hair as his arms wrap around me, lazily stroking my back. “I love you.”

“Mmm. Love you.” It’s about all I can manage until I catch my breath.

I roll to the side and stare up at the ceiling, trying to unscramble my brain. Jules flops a hand across my chest, rubbing it against me in a sort of windshield wiper motion, obviously as drained as I am. That makes me smile because it was good for him, too.

With my brain mostly back online, I remove the condom, tying it off and dropping it off the side of the bed. I’ll deal with it later. Right now I need to check in with Jules. I roll over and watch him. He’s a sweaty mess like I am, but his eyes are closed and there’s a soft smile on his lips. I stroke his arm lightly. “Hey.”

He turns toward me, eyes sleepy but clear. “Hey.”

“I love you.”

His gaze softens. “I love you too. So much.”

“You good?”

He closes his eyes again. “Sooooo good. You?”

“Mmmm. Very.” I snake my arm over his hips and haul him closer. He curls against my chest and we lace our legs together. “Shower?”

He tucks his nose into my neck and hums. “Probably should. Nap?”

“Mhmm. Shower then nap? Or nap then shower?”

“Nap.”

With a groan, I reach past him to the box of tissues on the bedside table, grabbing a handful and wiping him mostly clean. “You’ll still be slightly crusty, but it won’t be like glue.” He laughs as I toss the tissues on the floor with the condom, but I’m too content to care about it right now. I just have to remember to clean it up before Pita finds his way in here. With a tired groan, I sit up and reach for the blankets we’ve kicked to the bottom of the bed, hauling them over us as I collapse next to Jules. I tuck him against me, pulling him close. “This okay?”

He snuggles into me and sighs. “Perfect.”

And damn if he isn’t exactly right.

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