Chapter 62
NOVA play: Shameless by Camila Cabello
Seb never responded to Jay’s message to swing by The Cave before our presentation. Though he did read them, we figured he was just busy dealing with the press.
After Jay stitched me up, we made our way back to Amygdala Ave so I could shower and get ready for my big presentation.
The second I walked in the door to Jay’s cube, he had me slammed up against the wall and his tongue in my mouth.
“I’m going to fuck you before we go,” he announced, pressing his warm lips against my ear.
I shivered and tilted my head to the side, giving him easier access to nip and bite a hot line down the side of my neck.
“I need you now. I can’t wait another second… Please, baby? Can I have you now?”
He licked a long, wet line up my neck to the corner of my mouth, nibbling and kissing me softly until I consented. Kicking my pants all the way off, I slid my hands under his shirt and shivered as his hot, tight abs contracted at the light brush of my fingers.
He let out the sexiest rumbling sound I’d ever heard before ripping his shirt up and over his head.
Pulling me away from the wall, he walked me backward toward his bedroom as he expertly undid the buttons on my shirt.
I didn’t know how he managed to be so smooth about it, considering his lips stayed affixed to mine the entire way. He licked deep into my mouth, humming words of praise and making little possessive sounds as we got closer and closer to his bed.
By the time he was pressing me back onto his soft duvet, I was wearing nothing but my socks, and he was fully naked.
“Jay…” I rasped as he dropped to his knees and wrapped his hands around my ankles, positioning my heels on the edge of the bed.
He looked at me from between my spread thighs with dark, hooded eyes, and my already hard cock pulsed a spurt of precum in response.
He slid flat palms up the inside of my thighs and almost reverently pressed my legs open for him. I gasped as he nuzzled his face directly beneath my sac, inhaling deeply as if the scent of me alone was enough to get him high.
“Jayyy…” I hissed, wriggling my hips in an attempt to entice him to put his mouth where I desperately wanted it.
“Milo… I … you have no idea how hard this week has been for me… not being able to touch you…” He kissed my tight sac so gently I barely felt it, but the anticipation shot electric sparks of pleasure through my cock, and I whimpered in frustration as he teased me with the tip of his nose and his breath.
“You’re so fucking brave, baby… and smart, and I just…” He kissed up and down the sensitive inside of my thighs before hooking his thumbs in my crease and abruptly spreading me open.
“O-oh-my…”
“You’re going to save us all, baby. You’re my little hero…”
Then he licked his flat, wet tongue directly over my hole, groaning in ecstasy as I bucked helplessly up into him.
I felt my eyes prick with tears at his words. He always said the nicest things to me. Reflex had me wanting to argue with him.
I wasn’t brave.
I was smart on paper, sure, but I was too clumsy and disorganized for it to ever do me any good.
I was freaking murphquake.
The loser with no friends that people played pranks on for fun, because I was such an easy target.
Or I had been… until Jay.
This amazing man who’d believed in me before he even met me. He made me feel like I could be more than the klutzy nerd that nobody ever bothered to get to know.
“Jay… I—”
I choked on my words as he stiffened his tongue and used it to breach my hole in one slick movement.
He rapidly withdrew it and speared it back into me, opening his mouth wide and penetrating me with his tongue as deep as he could go.
His thumbs were going to leave bruises on the insides of my cheeks with how firmly he was forcing my body open.
“Shit!” I cried, unable to keep myself from cursing as his hot, slippery tongue slid in and out of my asshole, softening me for him. After a few more deep, searching thrusts, he pulled back and began lapping lazily at my relaxed rim as I quivered and shook on the bed.
“I wish we had more time…” he hummed before pressing one last intimate kiss against my hole.
He stood up and reached for the bottle of lube we kept on the end table.
I heard the now familiar click of the bottle and peeked at him through my lashes as I panted, my entire body still reeling from what he’d done to me with his mouth.
My cock was so hard it hurt. After a week of no sex, I wasn’t sure how long I would last, which I supposed was a good thing, considering I needed to be on stage within the hour.
I was dreading it.
Public speaking was the definition of my living nightmare… but… looking at Jay’s tall, lithe form as he stood before me, watching me with hooded, lust-filled eyes, I felt like I could do it.
I could do it because Jay believed I could.
Hero, he’d called me.
Brave…
I… might… I might be falling in love with him…
The thought came slowly, like a flower’s gentle awakening, petals parting to the sun’s touch—seeking its warmth, even at the risk of the burn.
Because as tender as Jay was with me, I knew he had a fire inside him that he kept under lock and key.
He was angry and had been alone for so long, left to fester in his rage. But the way he was looking at me right now reminded me that he was just as vulnerable and terrified as I was.
I trusted him.
I trusted him in a way I never thought I would trust anyone again after what had happened to me at MIT.
Jay must have seen something in my expression, because his own gaze grew incredibly soft.
Instead of crawling over me like I’d expected him to, he sat on the bed and leaned back so he was sitting up against the headboard.
“Come here, baby,” he murmured, reaching between his legs and tugging me up into his lap. “Straddle me, please,” he whispered, and I scooted closer, until my hard cock was resting against his stomach, pointing up at the underside of his chin.
“Up,” he ordered gently, tapping my right ass cheek, and I obediently sat up on my knees.
Looking up at me with that heavy-lidded expression that I knew he reserved just for me, he slid his hand up my throat, cupping my jaw with his thumb and pinky finger.
“Open,” he rumbled, and within seconds of parting my lips, his index and middle fingers were pressing deep into my mouth. He didn’t have to tell me to suck. I suckled and licked at his fingers as if they were covered in frosting, and I needed to clean them off.
He chuckled softly at my eagerness, and before I could put too much thought into where those fingers were going, he reached behind me and sank them between my cheeks.
“O-oh!” I gasped as he plunged deep into my soft hole. I barely had time to prepare for it when he rubbed his fingers against my prostate.
My already throbbing cock stood even straighter between us.
He ran the back of the knuckles of his free hand up my length as he relentlessly stroked me from the inside.
In minutes, I was a panting mess. Each pass of his fingers over that swollen, tender spot deep inside me sent my hips thrusting desperately up against his stomach.
“That feel good, baby?” he rumbled. His voice was like gravel, and I choked on a desperate sob, nodding frantically.
“Yes… please… please… I need—”
“I know, baby, I know.” Jay pulled his fingers out of me, and suddenly he was fisting his own cock at the root, angling it up like a spear beneath me.
“You need this cock, sweet thing?”
I nodded, curling my fingers deep into the flesh of his shoulders.
“Yes, please!”
“Sit down, Milo. Go slow.”
I nodded, and immediately did as I was told, sinking down on his cock and wriggling slightly until I felt his tip notch properly in my stretched hole.
His hands fell down to my hips, and he stared at my pink, leaking cock as he slowly guided me down onto him.
Even with all the prep, I’d almost forgotten how big he was. It was such a tight fit, and as he breached my hole, I let out a shivery sigh of pleasure.
My nipples tightened to impossibly hard points as he growled, his eyes trained between us, watching intently as my cock beaded with pearls of precum.
“Look how hard you are…” he murmured as my ass finally connected with his thighs. Wrapping his hand around my cock, he tilted his head to look up at me as he began to stroke.
“Ride me, Milo. Make yourself feel good. I want to watch you take what you need.”
I rushed to do as I was told. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I rolled my hips, gasping out a surprised ‘Oh!’ as the motion caused his cock to bump against my prostate.
“That’s it, Milo… keep going,” he rumbled, leaning forward to bite the sensitive space between my neck and my shoulder.
I wasn’t going to last.
I’d just found a rhythm that kept his cock almost permanently on my prostate, and my movements shuddered as an explosive orgasm began to brew in my belly.
“Why are you stopping?” Jay rasped, nipping my collarbone then sucking so hard he left a bruise.
“Gonna… come…” I slurred, and he let go of my cock immediately.
“Did I say you could come?” he asked roughly, and I shook my head, biting my lip and crushing my eyes closed as I did my best to fight off my impending climax.
“No… but, please… need to come…”
He reached up and cupped my face, tilting my head down toward him.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, and I did.
My breath caught at the intensity of his expression.
He brushed his thumb over my cheek as he stared at me, his normally amused expression gone.
Instead, his lips were a firm line, and I could almost feel the possessive need rolling off of him as he took me in.
“You’re mine, Milo,” he said, his voice was dark, and his tone was final. The sheer ownership he commanded with that tone was doing nothing to help me fight off my orgasm, and I was terrified I would come without permission for the first time since we started playing this game.