Chapter Fourteen #3
“Definitely,” he agrees with a tense nod.
Since he was so affectionate with me earlier, I use one hand to adoringly caress his chest as I line my dick up with him.
It’s unusual, the give and take that I already have with him.
I’ve dated people for months, and still never moved this fluidly with them.
Even though I’ve never been in control, I don’t feel the least bit tense or unsure with him.
There’s no nerves or anxiety. Everything about this is comfortable and easy.
It’s almost as if I just know his body as well as I know my own.
The places he loves to be teased; the places to touch that drive him insane with need.
Someone I’ve only just met, and we’re so in sync with one another that there’s not even a stutter in our movements.
It’s almost like I can feel him underneath my skin, and I have this desire to satiate him in a way I’ve never felt with another person.
He separates his legs farther to be closer to my height and pushes his hips back impatiently. Even though I’m pretty sure I already know the answer, I ask anyway.
“Hard and fast, or slow, Jett?”
He only pauses for a second to think about it. “Slow later.”
“Who said there was going to be a later?” I chuckle as I grasp my shaft and press the tip inside of him.
“Oh shit,“ he hisses as he tilts his head back. “Don’t fuck with me right now, Everest. I’m busy.”
I don’t know if he meant that literally, or if it’s just a lack of English words to get his point across, but it’s cute either way and I chuckle again as I rock my hips back and forth, inching my way inside of him.
Tons of guys like topping. In fact, most of the guys I’ve met prefer it.
I never understood why, but as my hips meet his ass, I totally get it.
I pull Jett up against my chest and he towers over me, but there’s still a sense of power in being the one in control.
Maybe even more than there would normally be because of our size difference.
I’m small compared to him, but I’m able to make him tremble, to plead, and beg for more.
Me.
“Can you come like this?” I whisper into his back as I watch myself slide back and forth inside of him. There’s no way I’m going to last very long.
“The only reason I haven’t come yet is because you stopped moving. I said fast, schon.” He says as he reaches back and runs his hand down my thigh.
I’m lost in the way our bodies move together.
The way we’re connected, the way our movements compliment the other’s, it doesn’t feel like anything I’ve ever experienced before.
It’s considerably more intimate than sex with someone I just met should be.
When I notice that I’m rubbing my hands along his body far too lovingly, I abruptly move them to his hips. What the fuck am I doing?
I tap against his side. “Down just a bit more.”
He spreads his legs a little farther, and as soon as I’m sliding back inside of him, he curses. His whole body tenses as he tries to hold back his orgasm a little longer.
“Fast, Eve. Bitte. I’m there. Right there.”
“Hold it for me. Just a few seconds. I’m right behind you, baby.”
I lean my head against his shoulder as I pick up my speed drastically.
His grumbles of frustration quickly turn to moans of pleasure, and I can’t help but chuckle at him again.
Within seconds I can feel that tingle crawling down my spine, my balls pulling tighter.
I’m so close, but I need to see him finish, like I need fucking oxygen.
“I wanna see you come for me, Jett.”
“Now?”
“Yes, baby. Now. Come for me.”
He goes to reach for his dick, but I smack his hand away. “No hands. Just like this.”
He groans in annoyance, but I adjust my hips so that I’m hitting that spot inside of him every time I move, and he doesn’t complain anymore.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.“ He hisses.
“You’re doing so good for me, Jett. I just need you to come for me, baby.
” I desperately beg as I watch around his shoulder.
I’m so close. So, so, close. His dick jumps multiple times, precum leaking out at a steady pace, before thick ropes of cum start to splatter against the tile wall.
He groans in frustration as his hand slaps against the wall.
“Touch it, E. Bitte. Bitte.“ He begs, whining.
I wrap my arm around his waist and use his cum as lube while I stroke him slowly. The way his ass is gripping my dick and the way he’s pulsing in my hand lights every inch of my body on fire.
“God, yes. Perfect.“ I praise. The blunt nails on my other hand dig into his chest as I finally let loose. My thrusts getting insanely sloppy before finally slowing down. I lean my body against him in exhaustion as we both ride out the high from our orgasm.
When I slip out of his body, he takes deep breaths, still not moving from the position he was in.
I glance down and watch as my cum drips out of him, sliding down his thighs.
I suddenly realize that not only have I never done this with anyone before, but I’ve also never had any kind of penetrative sex without protection.
I know that the prison takes precautions, but I didn’t even think about it.
I fully trust their system, because this place is organized as fuck, but that’s two firsts I now have with Jett.
A guy I just met. Surprisingly, it doesn’t send me into a frantic frenzy or spiral of regret the way it normally would.
I just kneel down behind him, gathering anything that’s escaped him with my tongue, and trying my best to force it back inside of him.
“Fuck, Everest…” He hisses as he squirms beneath me.
I hold him still for as long as I can while I soothe his flesh with my tongue.
He’s completely hard again by the time I’m done, but neither of us try to take things any farther.
A comfortable silence settles between us as he grabs the soap and starts to lather up my body.
The tenderness and devotion behind his touches are foreign to me, but for some reason, I’ve never felt so appreciated in my entire life.
Still, he doesn’t utter a word, he doesn’t have to, because the way he’s taking care of me?
That says everything he wants me to know.
I hear what he’s saying. Loud and fucking clear.
And I ignore it.