Page 67 of Unspoken Confessions
My gaze darted to the condom. He must have read my face because he reached for it immediately and curled up. He tore it open without finesse, but surprisingly, took his time rolling it down my bobbing, hard cock.
I shifted with the intent of laying on my back, but he stopped me by grabbing my arm.
“It might be better if you’re on top,” I told him. “That way you can have control and stop if it’s too much.”
“No,” he told me with a shake of his head. “I want you over me.”
I nodded then settled myself over him. For a long time, I simply kissed him. He got lost in the moment and I didn’t plan on making a move until he begged me for it. However, it didn’t take long until his legs came up and he was trying to shift that tight hole closer to my cock.
“Jameson, if you tease me any more, I’m going to explode.”
“We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” I teased then placed a quick kiss against his lips.
My arm slipped under his leg, catching the bend of his knee in the crook of my elbow. I leaned back and stared down at his perfect ass. I kept watching as I reached for the lube and coated my cock with a few slow and torturing strokes. After teasing his fluttering hole with the tip of my cock, I began to push my way inside of him.
His hand came up and snagged the back of my head. He pulled me down, eyes locked onto mine and filled with need.
“You’re going to wreck me,” he whispered against my lips before he kissed me.
I sure as fuck hoped so. I didn’t want him to ever think of anyone else but me. I didn’t want him to want anyone but me after this.
“I’ll go easy on you, I promise.”
“Please don’t,” he told me. “I want everything.”
Every part of my body went tight. Emotions were swirling deep inside of me and I tried to contain them just enough so that I wouldn’t go all caveman while I took his ass for the first time.
I worked my way inside him with short, slow thrusts. His face contorted with a hint of pain but he rocked his hips to take me deeper.
He let out a sigh the moment I was fully settled. Fuck me. He was tight and I had to take a moment to gather myself before I blew my load in a snap. My lips met the curve of his jaw, his neck, his shoulder, and all the while, he ran his hands over my back and through my hair.
I hadn’t been this connected to someone in a long fucking time. I honestly didn’t know what to do with it. I wanted to take everything from it, let myself walk away ruined, and live in this feeling all at the same time. I wanted to fuck myself inside of him until I knew he’d never forget me. Until he was addicted to me. Until every part of him wanted and craved me.
“Fuck me, Jameson,” he growled. His nails raked down my back before he dug them into my ass cheeks as if trying to hold on for dear life. “Fucking wreck me. I need it.”
His voice cracked. That broke me. So I swallowed hard, knowing that I wouldn’t walk away from this the same man and hoping that I wouldn’t be the one in ruins when it was all over.
My hips rocked and I nearly pulled all the way out before slamming into him again. The noise that escaped his mouth was both strangled and needy.
I fucked him like he begged me to. With every slap of my skin against his ass, I pounded into him harder. The world around me began to spin. He became the only thing that existed as he moaned my name and clung to me. A bolt of lightning crackled down my spine as my balls drew up. And I knew I couldn’t slow down if I wanted to.
“Jamie, fuck, yes. Please. I’m going to come,” he panted out, his voice sounded raw and ready to give out.
I reached between us and the moment I wrapped my hand around his cock, he exploded, his whole body shaking from his orgasm. I let myself go as I continued to milk the last of the cum from his cock, and his ass clamped down on me.
“Nicky.” His name rumbled in my chest as it forced itself free. Scared of what else might slip out, I mashed my lips against his. His fingers gripped the hair at the base of my neck and he kissed me back hard.
We both came down like this, the kiss slowing as our orgasms waned.
I was even more fucked than I could imagine.
No, I would not survive Nick Sterling.
And now I fucking knew it.
