Page 30 of Twice Bitten
He kissed and nibbled and licked, and I pressed his head into me and canted my hips, shamelessly fucking my own ass on that wicked tongue.
Jack worked me over until I was a writhing, sobbing mess, my hole soaking wet and my cock hard again, straining up for attention. He lifted his head at last, his eyes wild and his lips red and shiny.
Gods. If he sucked my cock, I’d come within five seconds.
“If I don’t get inside you in the next five seconds, I’m going to knot the mattress,” he said, his voice nearly as hoarse as mine.
Well. Great minds, and all that.
And the only possible answer to that seemed to be pulling my knees back and up and giving him an unmistakable target.
Jack’s jaw dropped as his eyes fell to my ass. He traced my hole with a finger, a slippery circle that made my breath hitch. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “I’m so far out of my league here.” He looked up at me again. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”
It sounded like a rhetorical question, as if he really believed I didn’t know how I looked.
Of course, he was full of shit. My looks had always been average at best.
But I couldn’t argue with him, not when he gazed down at me like that, wonder in his eyes and his cock so hard it could’ve pounded nails.
He settled between my legs and lined up his cock, the head pushing against my hole and feeling too big to get inside, even with how thoroughly he’d softened me. “You can take me,” he said.
And I believed him, locking my eyes with his and pushing down. He slid inside me in one long, slow thrust, inch by inch, opening me up to fit him.
He stopped moving once he’d gotten all the way in, hovering over me with his lips a breath away from mine. I’d forgotten how it felt to be so full, to be possessed like this. Maybe I’d never been taken so thoroughly in the first place. He smiled at me, sweet and slow, and something cracked in my chest, something that might never be the same again.
I might never be the same again.
I shifted under him, gasping as his cock pressed against all the right places in me and then some, some I hadn’t known existed.
Yeah, my ass might never be the same again, either, and I didn’t think I even wanted it to be.
I wanted to remember this. I wanted him stamped so indelibly on my skin, inside me, that I’d never forget his touch.
“I’ve never had an alpha, Jack,” I murmured.
His smile grew, and he reached up and stroked a finger down my cheek, so delicately and gently I couldn’t believe it was the same man who’d fucked my mouth a few minutes ago, the same man whose cock was stuffed so far into me I could hardly breathe.
“I told you you’d been missing out,” he said, and pulled back and thrust.
It punched what air I had left out of my lungs, shoved me up the bed, made me cry out, still hoarse from the way he’d fucked my throat.
I clung to his shoulders, a blur of sweat and my pounding heart and his, a hard, muscular arm looped under my waist, his hot breath panting in my ear, and most of all the driving, surging force of him inside me, filling every inch of me and making me his. My cock had hardened again, but it almost didn’t matter. It was secondary to all the ways Jack touched and consumed me.
“Angelo, fuck, Angelo,” he said in my ear, over and over, my name like a litany. “I’m going to…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to.
Knot me. He was going to knot me, and I could feel it swelling just inside me, his thrusts gut-punches now rather than smooth motions, his cock locked into my body and getting bigger and harder by the second.
Too much, too much, I couldn’t take it after all…except that I could, and my orgasm hit me out of nowhere, wrenched out of me by the force of him.
Jack came a moment later, a flood of heat deep within me.
Nothing felt real after that. I couldn’t open my eyes. Each breath rasped in my chest. The heavy weight of him covering me blotted out the whole world. He was all around me, over me, in me.
My shaky arms didn’t want to move, but I managed to reach up and wrap them around his back, stroking hot, sweat-sheened skin over strong muscles. The angle of my hips felt all wrong, canted too far open to accommodate him…but everything about it felt as right as anything could be.
Perfect.
