Chapter 33
“Iwant to fuck, James.”
“I want that, too.” Swiftly he stands, plucking me off the sofa like I weigh nothing, and holding me to him like I mean everything.
The desperate slut I am, I wrap my legs around his waist, and begin rolling my hips, seeking out the friction we both need more than air.
“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs, lips pressed against mine in an exchange of air more than a kiss.
“I’ve never felt like this about anyone. ”
“Me either, Jamie.”
He groans, thrusting into me. “Fuck I love it when you call me Jamie.”
“Jamie,” I repeat. “My Jamie.”
Over the last few weeks, the fractured pieces of who I thought I was, wanted to be, and had to be, have begun slotting back into place. But this, the way Jamie kisses me now, needy and deep like the next moment he has with me may be his last, binds them all together.
Here. Now. With Jamie. I am whole. I am me.
Lips only parting so I can pull his jersey over his head, he carries me to his bed, tosses me down then crawls over me on all fours, hard dick straining to be freed, dragging along my legs.
Pausing when our cocks are aligned, he rolls against me then hooks his fingers beneath the waist band of my sweats.
“Can I?”
“Fuck, yes. Take them off. Fucking burn them, just get me naked.” With a chuckle he tugs them and my briefs down, then shifts around to do the same with his own.
Had I known this was to be the outcome of my visits I’d have worn a sexy jock or silky thong. Next time. I think to myself. Because there will be next time. I don’t care if we have to exist in the shadows, I am never letting the light this man’s touch ignites in me dull again.
“Cory.” Hovering above me, Jamie smiles then proceeds to kiss down my neck, focusing on a spot just below my ear that has me writhing and giggling like a fool. “Have you read any other sex scenes in my fic?”
“All of them.” I sigh, barely able to respond at all.
“What’s your favorite?”
Every scene is my favorite. James’s fic is the hottest I’ve read, but there is one chapter in particular I keep going back to time and time again.
I pull away from his lips, not because I want to, but because I won’t be able to speak if he keeps kissing my neck like that.
“My absolute favorite is when Spidey and Hulk have just defeated the Green Goblin in his apartment, and Spidey bends Hulk over, pins his hands behind his back and fucks him to oblivion. The thought of that big body of his taking it hard and raw from behind, fuck, it kills me every time.”
“Do it to me, then,” he says, reaching to his nightstand, he retrieves condoms and lube, then rolls onto his back beside me. “Fuck me into the mattress.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I do. I’m a big greedy bottom, Cubby. Feed me.”
“Jesus, James.” As quickly as I can, I make my move, switching positions so I’m on top, hands roaming over his big, hairy chest. “Fuck I’ve dreamed about this every night for weeks.”
“Me too.”
Though the plan remains for me to fuck Jamie until next Tuesday, I also want to take my time doing it.
Leaning down, I kiss his lips, his nose, ears, and chest before returning to his mouth.
Gripping my neck, he holds me in place, lavishing my tongue with his own.
His lips are soft. Hungry and bitey, too.
We stay there, making out and frotting against each other, dicks leaking.
“I want to come with you inside me,” he moans, “and if we keep doing this that’s not going to happen.”
“Can I prep you, or do you prefer?”
“You. I want you to get me ready.” A shiver of excitement rolls down my spine. This is really happening.
Beginning with tracing his tattoo with my tongue, I trail down, kissing a line over his soft belly, giving special attention to the area around his belly button before dropping lower and taking him into my mouth. He bucks beneath me.
“Jesus, Cub.”
I laugh, taking him deep, hollowing out my cheeks as I reach for the condom.
I pop back off to slip on the condom before my hands are slippery with lube, then grease those bad boys up.
“I’ll do my best to open you, without making you come, but I also won’t stop if you’re close.
Whether it’s with my fingers in your ass or my dick, I want to watch you fall apart, Jamie. That’s all that matters for now.”
I don’t wait for a reply before slipping between his spread legs, sucking the head of his cock between my lips and sliding my finger back to find and press against his hole.
I’m watching his reactions so intently I see the moment his breathing changes, slowing.
Deepening. Those years of yoga and Pilates shine through.
He’s so relaxed, my finger slips right in and I’m able to add a second with little to no resistance.
He’s writhing beneath me. Sweating and mumbling, that relaxed state flies out the window when the pad of my finger brushes over his prostate. Once again, he bucks beneath me.
“Am I going to have to pin your arms behind your back? Tie you to the bed, maybe.”
“Whatever you want,” he grunts as my finger pokes that spot again.
Laughing, I keep working him open, delighting in how responsive he is and totally getting off on the power trip that is having this big, hulking man quivering beneath me.
He groans when I pull out, raising his head to eye me pleadingly.
Holding up the lube bottle is all he needs to bring relief, and to let his head fall back against the pillow.
“You’re really good at this,” he mutters when I’m three fingers deep and scissoring. “And I really like it, but, ahh fuck. I’m ready, Cory. Please, I’m ready.”
I know he is. He was ready a few minutes ago, but the heat of his body, the tightness, the rush of making him melt to my touch has been too enjoyable to stop.
I do though, gently sucking him in, rolling my tongue over his slit to gather the pooling pre-cum as I withdraw.
The second my fingers are free, he rolls to his stomach, and freely places his hands behind his back.
“Such a good, big boy,” I praise, then smack his ass so hard I leave a welt I kiss away.
I’m painfully hard, not having touched myself once while prepping for fear of coming too soon.
I feel the same nerves again as I take hold of James’ wrists and press down on his back.
He arches beautifully, that insane ass taunting me.
“Are you ready for me, Jamie?”
“Yes. I need you.”
“And you have me.” With that I press inside him.
“Holy fucking fucks,” I groan, stopping and folding over him before I’m even halfway in.
“Jesus, you feel incredible. I just need to stop a sec.” I take the opportunity to tighten my grip on his wrists and kiss his back, running my tongue over his spine, then back up, fisting his hair in my hand and pulling him onto my lips.
I kiss him until I feel the heat low in my belly, give one last tug on his hair, then release him.
There’s no more delays after that. Back up on my knees, I feed my cock into his impossibly tight, wet hole until my pelvis is flush against his, feeling him adjust around me, I begin to rock. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“It will never be,” he groans, voice muffled. “I can’t deny it anymore. I want it all. All of you.”
“Jamie.” I lose control, hips pistoning, I fuck into him so hard, I think the headboard may smash through the wall, as I call his name again and again.
“Jamie. Jamie. Jamie.” I slap his ass, lean down and sink my teeth into his back, tightening my hold on his wrists.
It’s desperate. The sounds and smell of sex and sweat are so potent I will never forget it.
As hot and as perfect as this is, one thing is missing.
“Need to see you,” I pant, releasing my hold of him. “Turn over, Jamie, please. I need to see your face when you come.”
He groans, deep, rough like my big bear that he is when I pull out, and rolls to his back without complaint. Before I can enter him again, he sits up, grabs the back of my neck and tugs me into a kiss. “You’re incredible.”
“Because you are.”
Bodies slick with sweat, emotions running high, we break apart.
Longing to feel his tight wetness, I slide right back inside him.
The pleasure, the bliss of fucking into him now tenfold that I can see his face.
How his teeth sink into his full bottom lip.
His mustache twitches. His eyes, and their golden glow burning brighter than ever, and solely focused on me.
Greedy for touch, I place my hands on his chest, dig my fingers into his flesh and unleash.
I’m pounding him so hard, pegging his prostate with each thrust he comes without warning or touch, squirting all over his stomach and chest and sending me over the edge with him.
I need to see us together. Need to paint him, mark him with my release.
I pull out, and rip off the condom just in time for the first burst of hot cum to land on that delicious chest. He groans with each spurt, eyes fixed on my dick as pulse after pulse coats him.
Despite the cum coating his skin, I collapse against him, my stomach swirling with sentiments I can’t express. This man. This beautiful man who’s kissing my head, and stroking my back so tenderly. Who has offered me his home. Is risking so much for me.
Fuck I am so gone.
And the best part is, I think he is equally lost in me.
I press off his chest enough to see his face. “I’ve never—”
He cuts me off with a kiss I feel in the deepest part of my soul.
“Me either.”