Page 49 of Meet You Half Way
I could only grin back at him, feeling slightly less wild now that I wasn’t in so much pain.
“Eyes on the road, Jamie,” I grinned, smirking to myself when he let out his own deep sigh of impatience. The speed increased as Jamie pushed the car across town, heading for my little house which could not come soon enough. I didn’t stop him when he snaked a hand towards me, grip tightening around me as he pushed his hand down the front of my pants and stroked.
I didn’t bother rezipping my pants as Jamie pulled up out the front of my house and I had absolutely no patience to wait for him to open my car door tonight. He didn’t seem too bothered by that either as he crowded up against me, his mouth grazing the nape of my neck while I opened the pink door, as desperate for me as I was for him.
His mouth was on mine, kissing me desperately as we staggered down the hallway to my bedroom, too far gone to care about whether Rob was about to get a brief insight into the rest of our evening.
We’d barely closed the door to my room before I was pushed up against it, Jamie’s firm body holding me hostage as his tongue plundered my mouth and I was close to combusting. He suddenly twisted our positions, holding my back to his chestas his fingers traced down to my open zipper and his mouth pressed to my neck.
“No marks,” I managed to remember as his mouth clamped down on me and that lovely hand palmed me right where I needed him.
“Damn that rule,” he muttered, lips tracing my neck. “Tell me what you want, Mateo.”
“You know what I want,” I returned, breaths unsteady as his fingernail ran the full length of my tip. All my blood had pooled there making it impossible to think of anything but him and I was almost mindless with want.
“Let me look at you first,” he said, hands moving to the waistband of my pants. They were loose enough with the zipper down that they were gone in an instant and my top swiftly followed until I was left in nothing but those bright purple briefs I’d put on this evening just for him. I had a feeling he liked them if the flare of heat in his eyes was any indication as he spun me towards him, eyes flaming as they traced my body.
“You like?” I asked, head knocked to the side.
“No. Like is not a strong enough word,” he all but growled. He was moving then, pushing me until I was on my back on the bed, his mouth back on mine and his hands rough on my body. He palmed my dick again, no sign of that gentleness anywhere as I moaned underneath him, needing more, needing everything.
He pulled away from me then and I almost protested until I realised he was taking off his clothes, clearly wanting this as much as I did. I waited until he was fully naked and then we were pressed back together, his hand dipping underneath my waistband.
“You’re going to have to hurry this along, Jamie,” I panted. “I need it.”
“I need it too but I also need to enjoy you a little longer,” he rasped. I let him lead, let him play with my dick until I couldwait no more but then was forced to wait again while he found the supplies in my nightstand. He stopped, head cocked to the side before sliding my purple briefs down my legs, movements purposeful and looking at me like he wanted to take a picture to make this moment last.
I let him have barely a minute prepping me with those nice thick fingers until I was begging for him. It was telling of his state of mind that he instantly agreed, knowing how much he cared about not hurting me.
I was too far gone to feel anything but the slightest sting of the burn as he shoved into me, his usual gentleness with my body evaporated in the cloud of lust burning between us. And then he let me have it, just the way I needed it as his thrusts had me moaning, the bed banging against the wall and likely waking the neighbours.
I didn’t care. I just needed Jamie and I needed him taking me like this as the world narrowed down to that point of contact between us. He was above me, arms holding his weight on either side of my head as those normally blue eyes gazed down at me with so much blown heat it was a wonder we didn’t both combust.
He hit my spot and the moment was religious, an explosion of divine molten gold shooting through my bloodstream as I lost all remaining grip on sanity. I was just him and me and the way he was making me feel, like freedom and liberty and the most exquisite pleasure as he gave me everything he had while he pounded me in the way I needed and the bed banged against the wall.Thrust – bang, thrust – bang. A beautiful percussion.
My back was arching, legs tightening around his hips, hands gripping the bedhead above me to keep my head from being crushed into it, my body given over to him as that lovely thick cock hit me in places so deep I was sure I was cursingnonsensical words. Or maybe I was praying, it kind of felt like a divine moment.
I was seconds away from exploding, not even needing the hand that finally snaked between us and gripped onto me tight, bringing my ending in the most spectacular explosion of heat and light. He followed right along with me until we were both left lying there, sated and mindless as I tried to reinflate my lungs and remember who I was and how to breathe. I felt like I was floating outside of my body.
“Holy hell,” he rasped at length. “That was …”
“Something else,” I finished for him.
“Yes. Something else entirely,” he agreed. “I don’t think I can move. We might have to live like this forever.”
“Agreed,” I said, tightening my legs around him.
We lay like that for a while, joined together until he slipped out of me and I felt like crying at the loss. I didn’t know why I was feeling this way. Sex wasn’t normally like this for me, not this heady, crazy, full body experience where I hadn’t even known who I was for a few moments there. It was usually just a way to find release, not this insane moment of completeness and connection I had just experienced with Jamie.
“I thought you were angry with me,” he finally said, moving his weight off me and letting my lungs finally start to refill.
“I was,” I told him. “And then I wasn’t. And then I don’t know what I was.”
“Well whatever you were, I liked him,” he chuffed. “I want to see that guy again sometime soon.”
“Give me twenty minutes and I’ll reacquaint the two of you,” I grinned.
“I’m going to need more than twenty minutes after that,” he replied. “You drained me dry.”
