Chapter 30 #2
He notices me when I’ve almost reached him, his face lighting up, his light blue eyes shining, like they always do when they see me. Like he’s just seen his favorite person in the whole world.
“Hey, you’re home!” he says while the brush still goes through the strands of his hair in measured, almost hypnotizing strokes.
“You’re never going to believe what happened today at work.
So, we had our outdoor activity of the week today, right?
We put huge cardboards in the yard with all sorts of paints and brushes, and I swear, the kids went ballistic.
God, it was such a mess, but it was crazy fun and they fucking loved it.
” He grins. “Of course, that meant that half the paint never actually went on the cardboards but on their clothes and mine, so if you saw a pile of clothes downstairs, they’re mine.
I left them there to see if anything is salvageable.
” He puts the brush down on the counter near the sink when he’s done, and comes to me, leaning his body against mine, his fingers tangling in the front of my shirt.
“I tried cooking something different, but I’m not sure how it turned out.
I waited for you so we could try it together, ditch it if it’s not good, and order something else.
” He smiles up at me, rubbing his cheek against my knuckles when I brush them against his skin, tucking his hair behind his ear. “What do you think?”
“I love you,” I whisper.
Jesse’s eyes widen, peering into mine as I feel his pulse speed up where I’m cupping the side of his neck. His throat bobs with a swallow, and it feels like I’m perfectly drowning in him when he parts his lips.
“I love you, too,” he breathes out, his arms already looping around my neck at the same time I bend down to grip his thighs.
His legs wrap around me as his back hits the doorframe, my heart beating hard and fast as his words sink in slowly, burying themselves under my skin, through tissue and bone. “I love you so much.”
He loves me, I think as Jesse’s fingers caress my face, my neck, my hair, the touch tender, gentle, full of wonder. As if he’s the one who can’t believe this is happening.
His eyes dip to my lips, and then he’s kissing me. Again, and again, pulling back to look at me, before bringing his lips to mine again, groaning with relief when I slip inside his mouth and he sucks on my tongue like it’s a lifeline.
He whimpers when the kiss changes, when I press him harder against the doorframe and I eat at his mouth, at this mouth that just spoke the most perfect words he could ever say to me.
I desperately breathe in every sound he makes, and he clutches me so tightly against his body not even a whisper of air could come between us.
But fuck, it’s not enough, and by the way he’s clawing at me restlessly, he feels the same.
Murmuring at him to hold on, I walk us to our room with him in my arms.
He sighs when I sit on the bed and he straddles my lap, urging me with his thighs to move until I’m lying fully on the mattress with my back against the headboard and he’s sitting on me.
“I wanna hear you say it again while you’re inside me,” he whispers harshly against my lips while his fingers work blindly on the zipper of my jeans.
“Fuck, Blue,” I grunt, and it feels like it’s eons later when we finally get rid of my clothes.
He pulls my black shirt he’s wearing off him, and all the blood in my body rushes to my dick when I see what he has on underneath.
I grab his hips and squeeze, my eyes fixed on his black, satin panties as a breathless moan breaks from his lips.
“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” I ask in a low voice I barely recognize as mine.
The smile he gives me is pure sin.
“Oh, you like these?”
Fuck, if he wants to play, I’ll play.
“Yeah, baby. I like them so much my mouth is fucking watering from the need to feel your cock through them.” His breathing turns shallow, his eyes glinting with mischief and heat. “Lift up on your knees.”
I reach for the lube while he rises and shuffles closer, bringing his hard dick inches from my face.
Jesus, the black material is stretched to its limits over his pretty cock. Palming his ass hard, I pull him forward and his body bows, Jesse bracing his hands on my shoulders when I start sucking kisses all over his covered length.
Soon, the satin is soaked, the tip of his dick peeking out, as Jesse works my lubed fingers in and out of his tight hole with his panties pulled to the side. He’s nothing but shameless moans as he grinds on my fingers, his eyes glazed with need.
He lets out a choked-off scream when I lick the head of his cock, sucking on it until he has to fist my hair and pull my head back.
He looks like a man in the brink of ruin as he slides off my fingers and removes the panties completely, my eyes feasting on all his naked perfection.
Looking like the perfect debauched angel, he grabs the lube and coats my cock in it, stroking me thoroughly, to the point I think he’s going to make me lose my fucking mind.
We’re both breathing hard when he positions me at his slick hole and starts to bear down on me.
Insane tightness engulfs the tip, and then more, and more, as Jesse’s hot body swallows me whole inch by inch.
He doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated on me, and I can do nothing but stare at him like he’s the most beautiful creature that’s ever existed.
My hands map every part of him I can reach—his taut thighs, his perfect waist, his pink nipples, and his eyes look half-crazed when he gazes at me.
“Tell me,” he demands in a hoarse, desperate voice that has my hips pushing up into him without even consciously meaning to, drawing a delicious whimper from him.
“I love you, Blue,” I say, letting the words fill my chest to the brim until it hurts to breathe, and suddenly he’s closer, reaching for me as I reach for him. “It feels like I’ve loved you forever.”
“Roman…” he breathes out, his hands threading into my hair as his body begins to move in small pulses, the movement an exquisite torture that has both of us panting.
“You’re mine now, right?” His knees brace on the mattress on either side of me as he slides almost completely off my throbbing cock, stopping only when there’s nothing but the tip still inside him. “You’re all mine, aren’t you?”
His eyes are icy fire as they remain fixed on mine, glinting with a subtle ruthlessness that always has me on my knees for him. That has me begging, salivating for him.
So, I bare it all for him to see.
“I’ve always been yours, baby. You fucking own me,” I growl, my fingers digging into his hips, needing—needing to feel him fuck himself on me. “Please, Blue. Ride me hard and deep.”
I can sense the way he melts in my hands as he sinks all the way down, and does it again, and again, gripping my shoulders for leverage.
Little by little, he loses all fucking control and just slams down on me over and over, impaling himself on my cock, riding me raw with a smile of pure ecstasy on his face.
Fuck, he looks gone—so perfectly fucking gone.
And I’m drunk on him, driving up to meet his downward thrusts, using my grip on his waist to pull him tight on the saddle of my hips, watching as he dazedly bounces on my cock like it’s heaven for him.
And I—I need to make him come with that look on his face.
“Baby?” I rasp, rubbing his hot, flushed cheek with my thumb which makes him purr. “I’m gonna move you a little, okay?”
“Mmkay,” he mumbles, nodding and turning to brush a kiss on my thumb, making my heart squeeze and my dick ache. “Will it feel good?” he asks as he slides completely off.
I turn him so he’s on his stomach, his hands fisting the sheet while he arches his ass like he’s fucking presenting himself to me.
Fucking Christ.
“Yes, angel.” A possessive sound rumbles out of my throat and he shivers when I spread him open. “It will feel really good.”
He nods, his face half-turned towards me, watching me.
“Good. That’s good,” he murmurs deliriously, whimpering when I bury myself inside him again. “You’re always so good for me. I love you so much. Fuck me, Ro. Fuck me like I belong to you. Fuck me like you love me.”
I don’t miss the tone of lingering hurt in his words, so I make sure I cover his entire body with mine, pressing enough of my weight on him so he feels it all without it being too much. And I know he loves it when I hear him sigh.
“You never stopped being mine, even when I thought it would have been better for you if you weren’t,” I whisper in his ear, brushing kiss after kiss against his hair while I thrust deep but slower than I initially intended.
Because this is what he needs right now.
What we both need. I aim at his needy spot and he whimpers, tilting his hips for my strokes, and his neck for my kisses.
I swipe his golden strands to the side, nuzzling his nape, licking the sweat off his skin as I fuck into him faster and harder.
Jesse looks abandoned to his pleasure, but he still tilts his chin towards me, seeking me out. I crush my mouth against his, licking into him, groaning when he latches on my tongue and sucks on me, the sensation shooting straight to my dick still pumping inside him.
He’s close. I can feel it in the tremors of his body, in the flutters of his inner muscles around me, in the muffled sounds that build in his throat.
“Let go, Blue. I’ve got you,” I vow against his lips and rub against his spot one last time.
Jesse screams as he comes, but I devour the sound, losing myself in him, giving up every ounce of control I have as he milks the orgasm out of me.
I can’t stop pushing inside him even as my thrusts grow weak and I have no cum left in me, and he doesn’t let me leave his body, keeping me inside himself when I maneuver us onto our sides so I’m not crushing him.
He curls into my embrace when my arms wrap around him and I pull his back tighter against my front, my breathing matching his.
His head is on my pillow, his eyes half-lidded and soft when they meet mine over his shoulder.
“Tell me again?” he asks quietly, smiling when I brush my lips against his temple.
I whisper my love for him again and again.
Until my voice grows too hoarse to continue.