Chapter 23
ERIC
While Greenville and Moosehead Lake were waking up, Jesse and I sank into bed with nothing between us.
I was trembling with need, but we took it slow, kissing and touching like we had all the time in the world.
As far as I was concerned, it had taken us ages to get here, and I intended to enjoy every minute of it.
I loved the way this man felt against me. On top of me. Under me. I loved his hands moving all over my body, and I loved all his planes and contours beneath my palms and fingers. When his hard cock slid alongside mine, my skin broke out in goose bumps; I wanted him so damn bad.
I also wasn’t entirely sure I could take him comfortably. I wanted to try, and I trusted him to make sure I was ready, but he was bigger than anyone who’d ever topped me.
Strangely, that didn’t bother me like it had at first. The last time we’d fooled around, he’d made it abundantly clear that my body made him as hot as his made me.
Yeah, it was intimidating to be naked with a guy who was so much bigger than me, but that intimidation had evaporated when he’d been blowing me that greedily.
If he thought there was anything lacking with my dick, he was damn good at hiding it, because holy hell.
I slid my hands up his back as I lost myself in his languid kiss.
Jesse made a soft, muffled sound as he explored my mouth.
Resting his weight on one arm, he ran his other hand all over me, everywhere he could reach, and his touch was addictive.
He didn’t just grope and feel me up—it was like he wanted to explore and memorize every bit of me he could reach.
I loved that I felt this way in his arms. Not just turned on, but like he was genuinely turned on by me.
And then he closed his fingers around my dick, and he moaned even before I did. Breaking the kiss, he went for my neck, and he drove me absolutely wild with his lips on my throat and his fist around my cock.
“God, Jesse,” I breathed, thrusting into his hand. “Fuck…”
He growled against my neck, then nipped my shoulder before he started kissing his way back up toward my mouth. “I’ve been losing my mind,” he murmured between soft kisses. “Ever since we hooked up the other day—I just… I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and arched my back, tilting my head to expose more of my neck. “Fuck…”
“You still want me to top you?” he whispered. “Or do—”
“Yes.” I licked my lips. “God, Jesse—please.”
“I’ve got some lube.” He brushed his lips across mine. “Should I go get it?”
“Uh-huh.”
He grinned. “Be right back.” Then he kissed me, got up, and left the room.
I lay there in a daze for a moment, stroking myself slowly just to relieve the need for friction.
When Jesse returned, a small bottle in hand, he just stared at me from the doorway.
He raked his eyes up and down my body, and I shamelessly did the same.
Our gazes locked.
Neither of us said a word—he just crossed the room, joined me in the bed, and kissed me. He knocked my hand out of the way so he could take over stroking my cock, and I swore I almost came unglued from his needy kiss and his perfect strokes.
After God knew how long, he touched his hot forehead to mine. “I want to be fucking you right the hell now, but… I want to make sure you’re ready for me first.” He drew back, his expression a little self-conscious as he shyly added, “I don’t, you know, want to hurt you.”
“I know. I trust you.” I carded my fingers through his hair. “I’m not in any hurry. I’ve been wanting you for too long to quibble over a few minutes of prep.”
Jesse studied me uncertainly. Then he grinned just before he claimed my mouth again. Once he’d kissed me halfway to oblivion, he picked up the lube bottle, nudged my thighs apart, and got started.
He took me at my word, too, and he didn’t rush at all.
He made damn sure I was ready for him. Tons of lube.
Tons of time. Just patiently fingering and stretching me until I could’ve easily taken him, and then continuing to do it until I was shaking with need for him.
All the while, he kissed my mouth and my neck, lighting up every nerve ending in my body with the need to have him balls deep in me right now.
“Please, just fuck me,” I whined. “Jesse…”
“I will,” he teased. “It’s just so much fun to…” He crooked his fingers just right to graze my prostate again, and I thought my soul left my body. I was so damn turned on, my toes were curling and my spine was arching off the bed; I needed him in me before I went insane.
“Fuck me,” I growled. “Or I’m going to come like this.”
He grinned. “Maybe I want—”
“Jesse,” I pleaded.
He chuckled, but he was also sliding his fingers free, so I closed my eyes and exhaled. Finally.
“Get up on your knees,” he said.
I had to pause to collect myself. We were doing this. God, finally.
“You okay?” Genuine concern filled his voice.
“Ooh, yeah.” I sat up slowly. “Just… really turned on.”
His eyes sparked with heat and wonder, as if he were amazed I was so into this. I touched the side of his neck and stole a long, lazy kiss.
“Knees,” he whispered, sounding as desperate as I felt. “I need to—baby, turn around.”
Oh, it was tempting to tease him as revenge for all his teasing, but that would mean torturing myself. So I just kissed him once more, then did as I was told.
When Jesse knelt behind me, I had to take some slow, deep breaths to calm myself down. I wasn’t nervous about taking him. Well, not too nervous—just really, really keyed up and excited.
He ran his palm up my back, the gesture as soothing as it was sexy. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just, uh… Go slow? I haven’t done this in a while.”
“I will. I promise.”
I nodded.
He leaned down and kissed the back of my shoulder. “Just tell me if it hurts,” he murmured in my ear. “We can stop. I promise.”
I nodded, and I was about to tell him not to worry, but then he pressed in and… my mind went blank. He eased the head partway in, drew back, eased in again.
My arms threatened to shake out from under me. “Oh my… God.”
“This okay?” He sounded genuinely concerned.
“Uh-huh. It’s…” I squeezed my eyes shut. “God, Jesse… more.”
He swore softly as he withdrew again, and when he pushed back in, he slid deeper. Then he stayed that way for a moment, just letting me relax and get used to him. It was almost painful, but not. Just intense. Really, really intense.
Slowly, I yielded to him, and he carefully worked himself deeper.
Before I knew it, he was moving easily, fucking me slowly as my whole damn spine melted.
I let my head fall forward and my eyes slide close, and I lost myself in the feeling of being slowly, lovingly, perfectly fucked by this amazing man.
When I had two functioning brain cells to rub together later, I could think about how incredible it was that we’d made it back here.
Right now, I didn’t want to think at all.
I just wanted to feel him and be as close to him as two people could get.
“I’ve never…” He paused to catch his breath. “Never topped someone without…” He groaned softly, taking ages to push all the way back inside before he started pulling out again. “Never felt anyone like this.”
“Like it?” I managed to ask.
“So good.” He sounded close to tears. “God, Eric, I want—I want you to feel me like this.”
All the air rushed out of my lungs, and I clawed at the sheets to anchor myself.
“Me too. Fuck. Yeah, me too.” Just the thought of being inside him with no barrier made me even dizzier than I already was.
I suddenly needed some friction on my neglected cock, so I shifted my weight onto one arm and started stroking myself.
“Oh, yeah,” he purred. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
I just closed my eyes and tried to hold myself up.
I was so turned on, it was a genuine miracle I hadn’t cried or blacked out or something.
Jesse was inside me. I was touching myself.
He wanted me to top him with nothing between us.
I wasn’t sure I could take another second of this, but oh, hell, I didn’t want to ever stop.
“Eric…” He sounded completely winded. His fingers twitched on my hips. “Fuck, baby…”
All I could do was whimper. As he rocked in and out, stretching and filling me, I pumped myself and tried to just breathe. I hoped whatever sounds I was making translated to “yes, yes, more, please more…” because I’d lost any ability to form words.
Somehow, he still had the power of speech. As his hips slowed to a stop, he murmured, “I want you on your back. So I can see you.”
I nodded, and Jesse pulled out. I turned onto my back and spread my legs for him, and oh God, I wasn’t ready for the desire in his eyes as he raked them over me.
“You are so sexy like that,” he purred, trailing fingertips down my inner thigh. “I definitely missed out last time.”
Before I could reply with anything, or even think of a reply, he was pushing back into me, and I lost my ability to think.
I was aware that at his size, he could’ve easily made this hurt, but he’d made sure I was so ready for him, every stroke was heaven.
I’d been with guys much smaller and been unable to relax, but with Jesse, I wasn’t tense at all.
I trusted him completely to be cautious, and that he'd stop at the first hint of discomfort.
Not that discomfort was an issue right now. Holy fuck. He was—he felt perfect. The stretch, his long strokes, the way he slid across my prostate—I didn’t want this to ever, ever stop.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered shakily. “I want to watch you come all over yourself while I’m fucking you.”
A strangled sound escaped my throat even before I closed my fingers around my cock. When I started pumping myself, Jesse groaned.
“That’s so damn hot. Christ, Eric, you are so…” He closed his eyes and thrust a little harder, turning my vision white. He already felt so, so good moving like this, and now that I was jerking myself off, too, it was almost too much.
Almost, but not quite.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
His eyebrows rose. “Yeah? How much harder?”
The words “as hard as you can” almost came out, but I was with it enough to think twice. “Not… not too much, but a little—oh, my God, yes. Just like that!”
My hips bucked like they had a mind of their own, moving in time with Jesse’s thrusts, and I pumped myself furiously as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.
“I can’t wait to switch,” he panted, his rhythm faltering for a second. “Jesus, baby, I want you to ride my ass hard.”
I had no idea what came tumbling out of my mouth at that. I was already dizzy with need, and just the thought of pounding into his ass scrambled what was left of my brain.
“You want that?” he asked shakily. “You want to fuck me after I—”
I gasped, and my back arched as my orgasm took over. We both shouted, and Jesse thrust hard as I came on my hand and stomach. Then he was coming too, crying out and burying himself as deep as he could as his whole body jerked with the force of his climax.
He shuddered, then slumped over me, trembling and panting.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him all the way down, and we just lay like that for a moment. Breathing. Shaking. Dazed. Jesse still inside me. My whole body still electrified from the orgasm he’d given me.
And it was perfect.
Absolutely, mind-blowingly perfect.