Page 28 of His Surrender
Might as well make the most of it.
Jay splayed his hands on my hips, gripping them firmly as he pounded into me. I braced my weight with one arm and reached to stroke my cock with the other, needing the friction before I went crazy. A minute passed, maybe longer, and as each second ticked by, I felt my orgasm building stronger.
“On your back,” he growled before flipping me over with ease.
I stared up at him as he propped my ass up and continued fucking me, his bangs falling across his brow. My lungs burned as I fought to breathe. His raw masculinity was overwhelming. Everything about him was. Emerald eyes, kissable pouty lips, a smooth, toned chest and a rock-hard physique; he was truly sex incarnate.
“So good,” I panted, meeting his gaze.
A smirk played at his lips before he closed his eyes and groaned. Hearing the sound was almost as amazing as feeling him moving inside me. His balls slapped my ass as he pounded me into the mattress, leaving me gasping and begging for release.
I had never been filled so completely, never felt so connected to another person during sex as I was with Jay. He took me with both aggression and passion, leaving an invisible mark inside me no one else would ever come close to reaching.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Jay wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked me in sync with his thrusts.
“I’m gonna…” I couldn’t even finish saying the words before I was a sputtering mess beneath him. Orgasms in the past had been ripples in the water compared to the tidal wave crashing down on me right then. My voice cracked as I let loose a string of incoherent murmurs.
Jay grunted and began to falter. “You feel so good.” He tilted his head back, exposing his throat. He turned into a beast then, fucking into me with more ferocity. Chasing his high. His fingers dug into my hips as his body tensed and his abs tightened. “Fuck.”
He emitted a breathy moan as he came, his hips slowing in their rocking. Jay was gorgeous, but when he was lost in orgasm? God, I’d never seen anything sexier. And the sounds leaving him… Jesus.
I trembled as I met his gaze. He remained in place, slowly pumping in and out of me and regarding me through long lashes. Our breaths were ragged, our skin glistened with sweat, and for that one moment where we stared into each other’s eyes, I feltsomething.Something powerful that went beyond the physical.
But then the moment faded.
Jay pulled out, and I stared at his toned ass as he got off the bed and walked across the hall to the bathroom. To dispose of the condom and clean up, I was sure. When he came back into the room, he grabbed his clothes from the floor and started getting dressed.
Heaviness pressed down on my chest, and I put a hand there as I worked on calming my overactive heartbeat. What did I expect? Jay didn’t seem like the cuddling type, but I had hoped—foolishly—that he would’ve stayed in bed at least a few minutes with me afterward.
“You’re leaving so soon?” I asked.
His back straightened, and he looked at me over his shoulder. That strand of hair that always seemed to fall in his face begged me to touch it, but I stayed right where I was. “Early morning tomorrow. I need to get home.”
“Ah. I see.”
Jay pulled on his pants before tugging on his shirt, covering his washboard abs. He then sat on the edge of the bed to put on his shoes. An awkward silence passed between us.
Wanting to wash up before the mess on my stomach dried—and also wanting a reason to leave the room—I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I wet a cloth and cleaned myself before grabbing my sleep pants and putting them back on. I followed Jay out of the bedroom and down the short hallway toward the living room.
He hesitated in the walkway and turned to me. “Tonight was great.”
“Yeah. It was.”
More silence.
I was used to confident and cocky Jay. The one in front of me now seemed unsure. I preferred the cockiness. At least then I could call him an ass and kick him out or something, both of us grinning as I slammed the door in his face. But it was just weird now. It was like he wanted to leave but felt conflicted about it too.
“I’ll see you around,” he said, placing a hand on the doorknob.
“See ya.”
He opened the door and walked outside before turning back to me. The chilly night air sweeping into my apartment made me shiver as I stood in the doorway, waiting for him to say something.
“I’m glad you messaged me,” he said.
“Me too.”
“You don’t regret it?”
