Chapter 26 Cal
“Oh fuck.” Jack shivered.
He didn’t protest or fight me when I knelt between his open legs or when I guided his hips until he was on his knees. I kept a firm grip on him, hoping he couldn’t tell how badly my hands shook with anticipation and a little stress over doing this.
Fingering and rimming had become life goals when I got my head wrapped around fucking with Jack. Even with how much I wanted to do this, how much I played it out in my mind, my heart pounded so hard and fast, it was all I could hear. That and my choppy breaths.
But this wasn’t just fucking around. This was special. Jack was special. I wanted this moment, all of our moments, to be the best, top-tier, incomparable. That was why I was so damned nervous.
I skimmed the back of Jack’s muscular thighs with my hands before I settled them over his pale cheeks.
As I had in the bathroom, I pulled them gently apart to reveal my prize.
He wasn’t waxed here as the men in porn were.
His pucker tightened as I stared, but he didn’t say a word.
His heavy breaths made his back expand with each one, but he stayed patient as I looked my fill.
My eagerness overwhelmed me, and I dug my fingertips into his skin, easily marking the ivory color with red.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” I muttered as I leaned closer and kissed the inner edge of his crease. “Being inside you. Touchin’ every part of you with every part of me.”
Sliding my nose along him, I inhaled deeply. He smelled of soap and heat and Jack. I licked my lips and swallowed down the taste of him in the air.
“I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else,” I said and peppered his skin with tiny kisses.
“You make me feel safe when so much else doesn’t.
” His ass was like a truth serum, and it poured out of me.
“I don’t want this to be a high school thing.
” I huffed a self-deprecating laugh. “I don’t know what’s in my future—the details need work, but I want you in it. ”
Jack moved so fast. I sat there frozen, hands hovering in the air as if he were still under them, while he twisted, then cupped the sides of my head with both hands.
“Why did you choose that moment to confess how you feel?” He smiled and kissed me lightly. “You know it’s the same for me, right? We aren’t just hooking up. This is more; it’s always been more. This between us was worth the fight.”
“Worth the fight,” I echoed. And what a fight it had been. “I think I’m falling for you, Princess.”
How was a person supposed to know what love was?
Was it a setting, or a goal, or a conviction?
Did someone say it to make it so? I had no idea.
All I knew was that Jack meant more to me than anyone else in this world.
I loved my sister and my family, but this thing for Jack was on a level I hardly understood but no longer cared if I did.
Consuming and inflaming and influencing passions, but in all the right ways, not the toxic ways. This had to be love, right?
He smiled and tapped his forehead against mine. “I think I’m falling for you too, Princess.”
I don’t know who kissed who first, but the result was bone-deep and soul shattering.
My chest tightened until I could only gasp for breath.
My muscles shook with the effort to restrain them.
In our kiss, I took him into my body, fitting him to live inside me forever.
Everything was twice as full, twice as hard to hold on to, but double the payout. Worth the fight.
The slow yet purposeful movements became heated and wild.
Our pace quickened together, and then we were nipping and fighting off each other as was so us.
Jack growled, or maybe I did. He shoved me back and covered my body with his, hips grinding on top of mine.
Our shafts slotted together, and the rub was electrifying, zinging through me until everything tingled.
“Mmm, yes,” I whispered, then shook myself out of the trance he put me in. “No, fuck.”
“No?”
I wrapped my arms around him and rolled until he was under me. Jack laughed and didn’t fight too hard when I turned him to lie on his stomach and buried my face between his cheeks.
“Holy hell,” Jack gasped.
Yes, agreed. Holy fucking hell.
Within seconds of swiping and twirling my tongue over his sensitive opening, Jack was on his knees again, the long line of his spine arched as he pushed his hips into my face.
“Jesus, that’s so fucking good,” he said.
“Yeah?” I licked a long stripe up and over his taint and tickled him with the tip of my tongue.
“I’ll prove it.” Jack moved as if he would right then, but I slapped his ass hard enough to sting my hand.
“Wait your turn.”
He growled and twitched, but it quickly mellowed into a gasp.
His scent was strong. My cock throbbed for its own taste. The heat of his skin warmed me, and I gave in to it, feasting and satisfying my rampant fantasies.
“I can’t …” Jack shook and panted. “Please.”
With a last peck to his cheek, I patted his hip. “Okay, Princess.”
He fell flat on the bed, boneless.
Chuckling, I tugged and pulled until he helped me get him situated in my lap, chest to chest with his legs wrapped around my waist. I fumbled blindly for the lube, unable to take my eyes off his obscenely satisfied grin.
I’d done well.
Now came the worrisome part.
Prep.
Fast and fierce was our game, but this was different. This I wouldn’t bulldoze through as I’d done so far. Eyes alert and movements cautious, I soaked in every second, read the stillness, and listened to his silence.
He jolted in my arms when I touched him. The cool oil coating my fingers heated immediately from friction. So soft and hotter than I expected. A rough exhale forced the peppermint sweetness of his breath into my lungs, and I’d never smell it again without thinking of this moment.
“Cal,” he begged, lashes lowering and pulse throbbing in his neck. A twitch of his lips arced through him so swiftly he tensed around my fingers at the same time. “Don’t stop. More.”
There was no stopping.
There was only more.
I licked at his neck, savoring the saltiness and the gentle vibration of his moans against my tongue.
He shivered with every stroke, pleaded, but it was I who was desperate.
I rearranged my legs in the sheets, eager, antsy.
The scent of him, sweat and spices, invaded my mind like fingers massaging knotted muscles until I groaned.
I nibbled lower to his shoulder, then his pecs, left a path of open-mouthed kisses and nips until I licked his nipple, searching for more.
More of his taste, his sounds, his smell, dying to be surrounded by everything Jack, consumed by him.
Only, he arched into my mouth, needing me just as much.
No, not consumed—I was changed.
Jack had rewired my circuits until they only ran in one direction.
I lifted my gaze from his heaving chest, distinctly aware of the shadows around us, the sense of seclusion the lone light from the bathroom provided.
Jack opened his eyes when mine met them.
Dark blue, like the deepest ocean, and I found my new north.
“Mmmph,” Jack grunted.
“You okay?” I whispered.
“Yeah, it’s just, God, I feel so full.”
“Just wait until it’s my dick.”
“Don’t make me wait too long,” he laughed but ended with a moan.
I curled my fingers, seeking, until I swiped his prostate.
“Oh fu— Yeah,” he mumbled into my shoulder.
“There?” I asked.
“There. Mmm, yes, there. Everywhere. Oh God, Cal.” His voice had deepened into some lazy, sexed-up version of himself, which was too much to ignore.
I withdrew gently and hugged him as close as possible, then rolled us, putting Jack on his back. Laid out like a present, I paused for a second to enjoy.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Jack smirked and lifted his parted knees toward his chest.
“And such a horny princess,” I hissed before snatching the nearest condom.
I shuffled closer, notched my covered tip at his wet heat, then sought his gaze. With his enthusiastic nod, I pushed forward.
Jack’s panting increased while I met a bit of resistance, but then he sucked me in, encasing me, strangling me.
We were nothing but loud breaths and umms and ahhs until I was balls-deep.
Jack twitched around me, but I was already so close to ending this before we ever got going, I had to plead with him to stay still.
“Please,” I breathed. “Gimme a second.”
“Just one. You gotta move,” he whined. A fact I might’ve teased him about later, then thought better of it, because I still had my first time as bottom to experience. The rambling path of my thoughts succeeded in backing me off the edge, and I pulled out, just a little, and moved forward again.
“More,” Jack gritted out.
I gave a few tentative thrusts in and out, watching his stretched opening take me in.
“Best sight in the whole fuckin’ world,” I mumbled as I stared.
When I had the greatest control over myself I could hope for, I settled on top of Jack.
He locked his legs around me, and I moved.
Just as he’d said, something instinctual took over.
My hips danced back and forth with a sensual roll as I pounded into Jack’s body.
I’d never made these motions, but they were natural, perfect.
Faster, harder, whatever he wanted, whatever he begged for.
I held myself on one elbow and gripped his hip in my hand, pulling him to me as much as I thrust to him.
There was no room to dwell on technique or if this was right or too rushed.
Everything clogged in my head as if it were full of cotton.
No thinking, only feeling. And hell, did it ever feel.
Lightning crackled through my veins.
Stars twinkled in my vision.
Jack’s fevered breaths sang in my ears.
“So good. You feel so good,” he praised.
The rocking of our bodies caused my abs to snake and tense over the steel pike of Jack’s cock. Precome sat sticky between us, but it made it even better. He had a firm hold of my ass, his fingers digging into my crack, teasing me.
“You’re amazing, Jack,” I panted into his ear. “So fuckin’ amazing.” He tightened his insides, and my hips stuttered off rhythm. “Shit,” I growled and pounded faster.
“I’m close, Cal.”
Good, ’cause holy shit. I scrambled onto my knees. With both hands now on his hips, I could really force him down on me as I rammed inside him.
“Come,” I growled between gritted teeth, muscles burning with the workout, but I wasn’t giving in until he did. “Come on my cock, Princess.”
“Fuck!” Jack reached for his dick, and after two shaky tugs, he came.
With one hand fisted into the blankets near his head, Jack shuttled over his shaft as ropes of white crisscrossed his abs and up to his chest. His inner muscles flexed and pulsed.
Try as I might, I couldn’t keep my eyes glued to the fucking sexiest man in the world as I came because they rolled back in my head.
“Jack,” I panted.
Euphoria engulfed me, blinding my vision for a second and shooting my body with enough endorphins I had no control over anything. And didn’t really care to. I slumped forward, chin on my chest, and lazily rode the waves until coherent thought reformed in my brain.
Jack petted my forearms that I had at some point wrapped around his thighs. His mouth gaped in a sort of loose smile that told me he was just as blissed out.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled.
Sweat glistened on both of us. I released his legs, and Jack winced. My softened dick slid from his body when I leaned over to hug his torso. Did I care that I face-planted in his come? Nope. There was a shower in my near future—as soon as I regained enough strength to stand.
Jack hugged me to him, and I pressed a kiss to his sticky skin. There was nothing in the world like this high. I tightened my arms around him, peppered his chest with nips and more kisses, then lifted to stare into his hooded eyes.
“So worth the fight.”