Page 101 of Cross the Line
“Does it hurt, Sweetheart?” He rakes his lips back down the underside of my cock with teasing licks all the way to the root.
“Yes… so good…”
When he sucks on my balls, his thumb presses to the sensitive flesh behind. White heat rushes up my erection, dripping from my slit when I buck up with a breathless grunt.
“So close, JJ,” I groan, twisting my fingers in his hair with both hands, holding his head, trying to slow him down so I can make this last longer.
I don’t want it to end. Me, him… this blissful desperation we’re drowning in.
Jayden moves his hands to the backs of my thighs, lifting them over his shoulders as he slots deeper into my groin. His tongue circles my crown before he sucks me into his mouth again, and this time he’s all teeth and growls—pulling me deeper with each tight swallow until his face is pressed to my groin and I’m all the way inside him.
“Jayden… JJ… fuuuck…” My words jumble incoherently with every clench of his tight throat.
When I tug at his hair, he closes his teeth around my girth, and when his head bobs, they scrape up my cock—faster, harder. I bottom out so deep in his throat that his moans break.
Fuck, he’s going to be the death of me.
Without warning, heat spreads through me—pulling sensation from my head to my toes, sparking my pores one by one.
The desperation is a different level of real as I yank him off my cock. The rough scrape of his teeth makes it almost impossible to stave off the inevitable as I tell him, “Come here.”
With my pull, he pushes to his feet, and I bring him flush to me—his chest to mine—as I push his underwear to the top of his thighs, freeing his cock. I’ve never felt anything like this. Like the moment his erection slaps mine.
I grip us together, sucking his lip into my mouth when his hand closes around mine and he strokes us hard and fast, using his spit and our precum as lubrication.
“I’m so fucking close, JJ,” I say, my free hand closing around his throat as he hoists my leg over his hip, slotting us flusher.
“Fuck, you feel so damn good.” Jayden thrusts his tongue into my mouth, and the taste of us together sends me over the edge.
So fucking perfect.
So damn hot.
I’m swallowed deep by the bliss of my release as Jayden chases his own, fucking our fists with raw desperation. And I’m still coming—spurting all over his stomach, his chest, my chest…
Still shaking with my orgasm when he bites down on my lip with a muffled cry.
His cum shoots and spatters over us as he devours my mouth. Our smeared hands grip each other’s faces, and I want to live in this moment for as long as we can.
We’re drowning and falling and crashing, and it feels like heaven. Like soaring so close to the sun that the world disappears. There’s just this need—this unquenchable ache that drags on and on.
“I love you, Jayden,” I croak the words into his mouth in between nips and sucks of his tongue.
“Love you, too, Eli,” he says, dragging his mouth across my cheek to my ear. “So much. So, so much.”
“Thank you.”
His face moves in front of mine. “I told you, I’m always here. I will always show up for you.”
I nod, nuzzling into his hand and pressing a kiss to his slick finger. I can’t resist the urge to taste our release on his skin as he tells me, “I’m yours and you’re mine. Nothing will ever change that.”
He pulls back a tad and runs the water before grabbing a washcloth from the drawer beside us.
“Not yet,” I tell him, pulling his sticky chest back to mine. “Stay like this. Just a little bit longer.”
“Okay, but we’re sleeping late. I know you’re okay, but you have to rest. I can’t see you get that sick again.” His arms coil around me, and I hold on to him as tightly as I can, perching myself further back on the vanity so I can wrap my legs around him.
My savior.
