Page 133 of Cross the Line
He licks his lips with a hum. “I’ve heard that before.”
“Be serious.” I nip his lip, and he groans.
His groin bucks up into me, grinding his hard cock into my aching bulge. “I am, Eli. You’ve got me all worked up, and I’m on edge, and… I’ve never done this before, so?—”
“You’re mine, Jayden.” I twist a finger in his necklace, tugging lightly so he sits up as I shift down to his thighs. “Whether I fuck you or not, you’re mine. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to for me.”
“I want to. I need to.” The guttural rake of his voice sparks through me, straight to where his hard length is pressed to mine.
“JJ…” I groan as he yanks my briefs, and my cock bobs free.
“I need to feel you inside me.” Jayden grips us both, so tight that the sensation shoots up my spine and I fall into him. My gaping mouth slots over his as he continues pumping our cocks. “I’ve imagined it so many times. Wondered what it feels like to be fucked by you every time I watch you fuck our girl.”
Fuck.I groan, twisting his necklace tighter around my fingers as he thumbs my slit.
“Dreamed about it, and fucked myself to thoughts of it.” His whisper trembles with the admission, and my heart stutters with a jolt of excitement.
I peel back, finding his lust-hazed stare. “Show me.”
Jayden swallows. His flushed face deepening a few shades.
I love every version of him, but this bashful one wrecks me.
For once, it feels like we’re on an even keel. Or maybe, I finally have control over him.
The thought is electrifying. The sensation emboldens me as I pull back and sit on my heels between his legs.
Peeling his underwear down from the top of his thighs to his knees, I tell him, “Show me how you fuck yourself, JJ.”
With a deep inhale, Jayden opens the nightstand drawer and takes out the black leather pouch I recall from the hotel. I’m certain I’ve seen it before, when we’ve been on the road. The realization makes me wonder if he fucked himself then to thoughts of me. All those times we hung out together in my suite, in his suite…
I hope he did.
I want that.
I need it.
Jayden drags a throw pillow under his ass. Tilting his hips up so that when he shucks off his underwear and spreads his legs, he’s totally exposed to me.
“Is it always me?” I ask, shuffling backwards off the bed.
My voice is low and graveled. I barely recognize it over the relentless hammering of my pulse. Jayden’s just situating himself, and I’m already unraveling at the sight of him.
Naked.
Yards upon yards of lustrous, velvety skin, all laid out for me. Lean muscles, pushing and pulling beneath the surface.
Perfect.
So fucking perfect, my cock aches at the sight of him as his long cock slaps to his stomach.
“Has it always been me you think about when you fuck yourself?”
His eyes go wide, and something hot and dark twists in me.
Taking the bottle of lube that rolled away from him, I lean close. The pads of my fingers burn with the slight friction of the light smattering of hair peppering his skin when my fingertips graze from his ankle to his knee.
“Say ‘yes,’ Jayden,” I bite out, snapping the cap open and squeezing a long string of lube over his cock. Jayden hisses, and I circle my wrist so that the liquid drizzles over his balls to the seam of his ass. “Say it. Say it’s me. Always me.”
