Chapter 15 #2
I keep my thrusts deep and slow for as long as I can, loving every moan that escapes him when my shaft drags over his needy spot, but eventually it gets too much for both of us.
“Roman,” he whispers, and I’ve never heard my name spoken like this, with so much adoration it makes my chest hurt.
“I know, Blue,” I mutter hoarsely, fucking into him faster and harder, gripping his thigh to angle him just enough to aim short jabs where he needs them, over and over until he can’t stop trembling.
And my baby comes without either of us touching his dick, burying his face against my shoulder and biting my skin to muffle his scream as cum flows out of him in seemingly endless pulses.
My thrusts turn erratic, losing all rhythm as heat races down my spine and I break into a thousand pieces, pouring myself into him, pumping him so full he’ll never stop dripping with my cum.
The pleasure is so intense that for a moment I feel lightheaded, completely disoriented.
It’s the feel of Jesse’s soft lips brushing against my throat that brings me back to the present.
He hums when I pepper his forehead and his temple and the side of his face with small kisses, pulling back to see his sated, sleepy smile that makes me feel ten feet tall.
“I don’t think I can move my legs. They’ll have to stay wrapped around you forever,” he mumbles and I chuckle.
“Is that supposed to be a bad thing?”
“Just telling it the way it is. This is it for you now. No other legs wrapped around you but mine.”
His tone is neutral, his blue eyes heavy with exhaustion, but the hint of possessiveness in his words is loud and clear. Simply stating a fact.
It makes me long for something I don’t understand.
My throat feels tight when I dip lower to kiss his used, reddened lips, losing myself in him for a few more seconds, nothing but quiet and him.
My blue jay.
He makes an unhappy sound when my dick softens enough to slip out of him, but his body relaxes completely, sagging on the mattress.
“I’m going to get something to clean you up a bit, okay?” I murmur and he nods, loosening his limbs enough for me to untangle myself from him.
I make the mistake of glancing at him on my bed—with his golden hair fanning around his head, his half-lidded eyes burning with mischief as if he knows exactly what he looks like right now with one leg bent on the comforter exposing his used hole—and I almost pounce on him again.
It’s only my need to take care of him, to make sure he’s comfortable that makes me tear my eyes from him and head to the bathroom.
I do a quick clean-up, before I soak a small towel in warm water and return.
He’s in almost the exact same position I left him, but his eyes have slipped shut, his expression smoothed-out, his chest rising and falling calmly.
Dozing peacefully.
The sight shouldn’t give me such a jolt of satisfaction, but it does. He’s been restless for weeks now, getting too little sleep, the strain under his eyes more obvious than ever, so to watch him sleep now sends nothing but warmth through me.
He barely stirs while I clean his belly and soft cock, but a faint moan escapes him when I open him up gently to do the same to his sensitive hole that’s still leaking my cum.
Even the passing touch of the towel makes him whimper, his lips parting to whisper my name in his sleep, his dick giving a weak twitch, and I have to forcefully restrain myself from waking him up slowly until he’s begging for more.
Fuck, I still can’t believe he wanted to do this with me, that he wanted me to be the one to fuck him for the first time, that he wanted me to come inside him.
I’ve never felt this feral and this tender towards anyone.
I hunger for him even when he’s so close I can smell and see nothing but him, even when I’m touching him and I can feel his warmth beneath my fingers.
Even when I’m inside him. It simply never stops.
Tossing the towel aside, I scoop him up and get us under the covers. Jesse curls into my arms, burrowing even deeper, a contented sigh leaving his lips and puffing against my skin.
I turn the light off without disturbing him, plunging the room into nearly complete darkness. I should be relaxed enough, or at least, tired enough to drift off immediately, but instead there’s a sense of unease buzzing in my veins from my earlier thoughts.
It’s a need that never fully quiets down, that has been burning inside me slowly for months now. A longing so deep, sometimes it feels like it’s gnawing at my insides.
Jesse feels like mine. He has for a long time now, long before tonight happened.
But every smile he aims at me, every vulnerable look he saves for me, every kiss and every touch draw me in a little bit deeper, a little bit harder, until all I feel is need.
Bottomless, ravaging need.
Need to bask in his light.
Need to possess him, just like he already owns my fucking soul and doesn’t know it.
Need to deserve him, to be enough.
I can’t hold him tight enough. I can’t get close enough.
It feels like I’m teetering on the edge of something, of something that might cost me the most precious thing I’ve ever had in my life.
Soft lips brush against my throat in a whisper of a touch that makes every thought stop, every other feeling than this still.
I bury every thought, every memory that threatens to ruin this deep, deep, deeper, and let myself sink into the comfort of his touch.
There’s nothing but caramel, and vanilla, and Jesse, when my eyes finally slip shut.