Page 81 of Unbound
Heat flooded my insides as his cock pulsed relentlessly, triggering my own climax. I came untouched, stripes of white painting our stomachs as my passage clenched around him in rhythmic waves. We collapsed in a tangle of trembling limbs—his softening cock still nestled inside me, both of us grinning like idiots.
He finally stirred as his cock slipped out of me, lifting his head to look at me, his eyes glassy and his face flushed with a beautiful combination of shock and peace.
"Was that...", he started, his voice thick, trailing off as if he didn't have the words.
I smiled, brushing the damp hair off his forehead. "That," I said, my voice full of a feeling too big to name, "was a really fucking good start."
Jesse let out a soft, breathy laugh against my chest, the sound vibrating through me as he burrowed his face into my neck, hiding.
"But just so we're clear," I added, my voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper right by his ear. "We're definitely doing that again. Soon. And often." I kissed his temple.
Jesse's chest still heaved from our first round when I noticed his cock twitch against my thigh—already hardening again despite the sweat cooling on our skin. A giddy laugh bubbled up my throat as I straddled his hips, my sore muscles protesting even as my body thrummed with renewed need.
"Insatiable," I teased, rocking forward to feel him thicken against my cleft. His answering groan vibrated through me, hands flying to my waist like he couldn't decide whether to pull me closer or push me away.
"Adrian, we just—"
"Mmhmm." I swiped two fingers through the mess on his stomach, gathering streaks of our combined release. The scent—musky and intimate—made his nostrils flare. "Lucky for you," I guided his cock with my clean hand, smearing our fluids along his length, "we come pre-lubricated."
His hips jerked when I notched him at my entrance, still loose and slick from earlier. "Watch," I commanded, lowering myself onto him in one smooth motion. Heat flared through me—the delicious stretch of being filled again, the wet glide of our earlier passion easing the way. His head fell back against the pillows with a thud, hands clutching my thighs like he was drowning.
"Fuck. You're still—"
"Perfect?" I rolled my hips, working him deeper, relishing the way his stomach muscles jumped beneath my palms. "I know."
Our second rhythm was slower, more assured. Jesse's hands mapped my body with newfound confidence—thumbs brushing my nipples, palms skimming my ribs—like he was relearning me in this unhurried light. When I arched back to change the angle, his choked-off moan told me he'd found a depth that undid him.
"Christ, your face. I could watch it all day," I panted, watching his lips part around silent pleas. The reverence in his gaze as I rode him—like I was some miracle rather than just a man chasing pleasure—sent me spiralling faster than any touch. He reached between us to stroke me in time with my movements, his rhythm faltering only when my muscles clenched around him in warning.
"Come for me," I urged, dragging his hand away as I took over. "Let me feel it."
His release hit with a shattered cry, his hips stuttering up into mine as warmth flooded my insides. The pulse of him tipping me over the edge seconds later—my climax ripped from me so violently I nearly toppled forward onto his chest.
Jesse caught me with arms that shouldn't have strength left, rolling us sideways without slipping out. His nose pressed against my neck, damp lips whispering something that might have been a prayer or my name. I'd worry about the mess later. For now, the steady thud of his heart against my back was the only benediction I needed.
Thursday morning arrived with the weight of impending doom. This was the day Jesse's parents had originally planned to leave. Would they respect the court order or risk contempt?
I hadn't left Jesse's side since we got home. He was a wreck, convinced his parents would just take him anyway.
"A court order won't stop them," he said, staring out the window. "They think they're doing God's work. Man's law doesn't apply."
Hours passed in tense waiting. Elijah kept watch at the windows. Phoenix monitored social media for any information about the Miller family. Nothing happened.
By evening, we were starting to think maybe we'd actually won. Maybe the order had worked. Jesse was finally relaxing slightly, even managed to eat some of Diana's soup.
At 9 PM, my phone rang. Unknown number.
"You think you've won."
David Miller's voice made my blood freeze. "Mr. Miller, you're violating the court order by—"
"I don't care about your court order. God's law supersedes man's law." His voice was calm, which somehow made it more terrifying. "Jesse is sick. He needs treatment. And he's going to get it. With or without your permission. With or without a judge's blessing."
"If you take him, you'll go to jail."
He laughed—actually laughed. "Martyrdom for God's cause is an honour. My son is going to be healed. Count on it."
The line went dead.
