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I moved behind him, took my cock in hand, and slapped his pink hole with my dick.
“Yes, that’s it, sweets. Get that into me before I go mad.”
“Whatever you want,” I replied, then sank into him. His breathing stalled for a moment as I filled him. He inhaled sharply, the intake of air shaky as his body adjusted. Then, because he was the bossiest bottom I’d ever known, he began to roll his hips. Up onto his hands and knees, he went. I guided him back with just a few fingers on his hips. Jamie did the rest, rocking up and then back, his head hanging, his skin dewy with sweat. “You’re so tight.”
He murmured something I couldn’t catch. I began thrusting into him, picking up the pace, pounding away madly then easing out, teasing him, leaving only the tip in. The sight of my cockhead resting in his ass pushed me over the top. I drove into him with a grunt then filled his ass. A hot wash of cum flowed out of him, down over his balls, and I felt his channel tighten, his ass milking me over and over. My cock was so sensitive I had to pull out. I eased back, just a bit, to watch my spunk drip from his nuts to the bed as his jizz mixed with mine on the rumpled sheet.
“Fuck, that is so hot,” I said, my voice raspy. I ran my fingers around his rim and then down his sac, catching my spend on my index finger. As he shivered and sighed I pulled out then pushed the cum oozing out of him back inside, deep inside. Jamie cooed at the pressure then collapsed, my fingers falling free of his wet hole.
I kissed my way upward over each bump of his spine until I reached his cheek. He twisted to the side, his face ruddy and damp, and turned his head into a long, sweet, tender kiss that could have gone on forever. I know I wanted it to. I wantedforever with him. I had to believe in the goodness of Jamie’s heart. So, I stepped off the proverbial ledge…
“I think I love you,” I confessed with a ragged breath. Loving him was scary. The last time I’d given my heart to a man he had trampled it into the ground. I didn’t think Jamie would do anything like that, he was different than Leon, I knew that. I had to learn to trust again, or I’d live a life of loneliness.
“And I love you,” he whispered, rolling to his side so we could lie belly to belly in the mussed sheets to stare at each other as we made our confessions. “I will cherish you, all of you, everything about you.” He pushed a few sodden strands of hair from my brow. “Will you do the same for me?”
“Always. Always. Always.” I stole a kiss, then another, and then a hundred more.
Chapter Fifteen
Jamie
As I stoodin the kitchen, cleaning up after a whirlwind breakfast that managed to sprawl across every conceivable surface, I stared down at the bottom of the sink, watching running water slowly swirl and spiral around the plughole. All I could think about was Craig—how being in love with him felt as if every single part of me had been changed somehow.
“Earth to Jamie, come in Jamie.” Oli’s voice suddenly broke through my thoughts, and I blinked, looking up to find him leaning against the kitchen counter, a bemused smile playing on his lips.
“Sorry,” I chuckled, shaking my head slightly as I realized how far I had drifted. “Just thinking.”
“About math?” He stared into the sink, used to me drifting away on a sea of numbers and probably wondering why the sink and the running water were my focus.
“Nope.”
“About Craig?” Oli guessed, his eyebrow arching knowingly.
I nodded, feeling a warm flush spread across my cheeks. “Yeah. It’s like… everything reminds me of him, even the water spiraling down the sink and the way he can do this thing with his?—”
“No sex talk.”
“—smile,” I finished, and pressed a hand to my chest. “He smiles at me and his eyes are so… yeah… and fuck me, I’m being ridiculous.”
Oli nudged my arm. “Sounds like you’ve got it bad. But I’m glad. He’s a good guy, and you deserve someone who makes you happy.”
“Thanks, Oli,” I said, genuinely grateful for his support. “It feels… right, you know? Like after Sean, and the lies, it’s as if everything’s finally falling into place.”
“Good,” Oli replied, clapping me on the shoulder. “Just remember, love’s supposed to lift you up, not pull you down the drain,” he deadpanned.
I groaned. “That’s a shit joke, mate.”
“I was trying for profound,” he teased and then picked up his keys. “I’m out of here.”
“Say hi to Craig,” I blurted and felt my skin heat.Say hi to Craig?What the hell was that? I could message him that. Jesus, I didn’t need my best friend telling my boyfriend hi.
He nodded in all seriousness. “Do you have a note you want me to give him? Maybe with heart doodles?”
I stared at my best friend, unsure what he was asking, and then it hit me. The fucker was messing with me.
He chuckled and sidestepped the towel I flicked at him. “You’re an arsehole.”
He waved goodbye. “Don’t forget Jackson will try to pick up the girls.”
