Chapter 35
THIRTY-FIVE
SHANE
I’m not sure what’s lighting me up more: Jed’s hand fisting my cock, being so fucking full of him that I think I’m about to split in half, or the painfully sweet things he’s murmuring to me.
Oh, but I do know. I do fucking know.
It’s the words.
I’m a praise whore. I’ve always known that. I know what a shrink would say. Daddy issues. Yeah, I’ve got those. My knowledge of them doesn’t make them go away. But what Jed’s giving me right now? It’s not the same thing. It’s not superficial, surface-level attention. It’s genuine. Heartfelt.
Like I’m actually important to him.
When he speaks, it’s different from anyone else. Because when he speaks, I believe him.
That maybe I am someone worth loving.
Maybe I’m not a lost cause.
Discardable.
God, I want this with him so bad. And not just what we’re doing right now.
I want him pounding into me. I want the sweat-dripping, breath-stealing, moan-inducing sex.
My body is screaming for more, but I’m nervous it’s going to hurt again.
He’s so fucking big. It wasn’t just the stretch.
I just don’t think my body was meant to take something that thick and long. Is anyone’s?
I swear I thought he was about to fuck all the way through me and pop out my mouth.
Then he’d said he wasn’t even halfway in.
Cue the maniacal laughter in my head. Urgh.
But I want him to fuck me. The number of times I’ve woken up hard and aching after dreaming about him railing me.
It’s the sexiest image, sexiest feeling, being bent over for him.
Apparently, I’m a cock-slut. Except for the whole… actually being able to take the cock.
His hand tightens and starts moving faster.
His breaths are harsher now, sweat building up between my back and his chest. Shit, he’s so hot.
His coarse chest hair scrapes over my back, his pebbled nipples, that nipple ring.
His forearm and bicep cage me in where he’s resting on the mattress.
He’s everywhere, above me, under me, inside me. It’s unsettling in the best way.
I can’t stop myself; I push back on him. A new streak of pleasure ripples through me. Okay, okay. That I can work with. I start rocking back and forth, short quick movements. Fuck. Yes. This was what I was hoping for, what I’d been imagining it’d be like.
A deep grunt dances over my ear. Double yes.
There’s nothing hotter than Jed losing control.
I love being the one to make it happen. Waves of bliss roll over me, surging in.
My balls tighten. Heat engulfs me, and my cock pulses.
Shit. No, no, nope. Aborrrrrt. I yank his hand off me and fall face-first into the mattress.
My body trembles with the effort to hold back.
Damn, that was close.
“You all right?” Jed whispers roughly. “About to come?”
“Mmmf.” My mumbled assent gets lost in the comforter, so I turn my head. “Yeah,” I say weakly. “Think you can try, uh, moving a bit? I think I can handle it now.” If the mind-numbing pleasure I was just feeling was any indication. “But no more touching the goods.”
He draws back and gives a tentative thrust. My body zings to life. Holy mother of baseball gods.
“Yesssss,” I hiss. “Again.”
He sinks in again, and his dick drives straight over my prostate.
A noise tears from me, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t human.
It was feral and animal and completely out of my control.
I get it now. I get what all those guys on the askgaybros forum were talking about.
Holy shit does getting dicked down feel fucking good.
His hips stutter, and his fingers tighten where they’re holding my hips.
I moan. I want him to squeeze me so tight I bruise.
I want his fingers sinking so far into my skin that he gets stuck there.
We’ll have to walk around permanently fused together.
Won’t be awkward at all trying to play baseball with his hands glued to my hips. Nope.
“Harder,” I beg.
He snaps his hip and—I yelp and jump away from him.
“Shit! Shane, are you okay? Fuck. I’m sorry.”
My chest heaves with the force of my breaths, and my eyes slide shut. Apparently, as much as I want harder, I’m not quite ready for that yet.
“Too deep,” I manage between gasps. “I don’t know what to do. I want you to fuck me. You know? But I can’t handle all of you.”
He rubs a soothing hand over my back, and I curl into it like a cat. My back rolls with the touch, follows it and seeks every last bit of contact it can get.
“Don’t worry. I have a trick for that.” His rich words drip over me. They’re heated and thick with lust, and they have my pulse spiking. He shifts behind me, and one of his hands leaves my hips. “I need to test something quick. Let me know how far in I can go, okay?”
He slides in slowly, small flutters of pleasure spreading through me with the soft movement. The minute discomfort starts, I stop him. “There.”
“All right. Let me know how this feels.”
He pulls almost all the way out. And slams back in. A keening moan rips from me. “Perfect.” Fuck. “So perfect. What’d you do? You know what? I don’t care. Carry on, kind sir. Onwards. More of that.”
He chuckles, and my ass clenches. Now that’s an experience. I could feel his laughter inside me.
“I’ve got my fist around my base,” Jed says. “So I can’t sink into you as far.” He drives into me again.
My fingers fist the comforter. Wow. So much wow. What a smart guy. Gotta love when they’ve got the brawn and the brains, amiright?
He’s unhurried as he snaps into me, a slow drip of pleasure-torture, each one pulling a strangled cry from my throat.
Every time he sinks deep, his balls slap against mine, even with the barrier of his fist, and holy fuck, that’s a sensation.
A sensation I am a very big fan of. I’m waving my foam finger over here. Ball slapping is where it’s at.
My cock hangs heavy and angry between my legs, but I’m definitely not touching it. The minute it gets any contact, it’ll be game over. I don’t want this to be over. I want extra innings.
“Please tell me this feels as good for you as it does for me,” I beg.
Was that a shameless plea for praise? You betcha. I swear I sense him shaking his head. Is that a thing? I can just tell when he’s exasperated with me at this point. Maybe it’s like some dick to ass connection special power. When you have a dick in your ass, you can read the other person’s mind.
“You want to know what I’m feeling?” he murmurs.
My skin prickles. Why does that sound like a threat?
“You want to know how amazing it feels to have your virgin hole choking my dick?”
His husky words drip over my skin, and I shiver.
He sinks back in. “How sexy it looks to see my cock disappear inside you, your body swallowing me.”
I whimper. I’m not going to survive this.
“How you’re so fucking tight I think I’m going cross-eyed with bliss. My dick has never been happier in my life. I want to bury myself in you and never leave.”
Please never leave.
His fingers flex, and his voice turns raw.
“How the sight of you pushing back on me, shamelessly begging for more, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
That muscled ass of yours jiggles obscenely with every thrust. God, I want to fucking take a bite out of it.
And the sounds you make? I want to record them and save it as the soundtrack I play when I jerk off.
You put porn to shame, Sunshine. I don’t even need a visual, not when the sounds you make are so fucking sinful. ”
Oh God. I have no words. But I’m also insanely jealous that he gets to see us like this and my view is the fucking threads of my comforter. Not that I’m dissing doggy, because I very much like being owned. But I definitely want to try this where I can at least see him next time.
“So unfair that you get to see,” I whine.
“That can be remedied.” He shifts and leans over me, and I end up eating the comforter with an oomph.
I don’t know what he’s doing, but it forces him deeper than before, and I swear I vibrate from the inside out. I’m a tuning fork of bliss over here.
But the bigger revelation? It didn’t fucking hurt. No. That was fucking amazing.
He straightens and starts thrusting into me again. But I can take more. “Deeper,” I moan. On the next snap of his hips—a half-sob rips from me. “Yes. Yes. More of that. Fuck, Jed. I can take it now. Give me that dick.”
A tortured sound comes from him, and he lays into me, sliding even deeper.
I slam my fist into the bed. “Harder.”
My cock is leaking all over my bed. I don’t think I’ve ever dripped this much pre-cum before. I don’t know if it’s the angle, or if I’m finally stretched or turned on enough, but my body is fucking singing now. His dick is playing tag with my prostate. And I am here. For. It.
My blood is on fire, pressure is building at the base of my spine. Not just there. It’s my entire body. A heady thrum from my toes to my fingertips. I feel like I’m seconds from imploding. Exploding? God, I don’t know. Both? His dick is destroying me.
He leans back slightly and—
“There, don’t stop. Fuck. Faster, but right there.”
He listens. Always so good at taking instructions, my big, bad ballplayer.
“Fucking hell, Jed. I swear to Lou Gehrig, you have a magic dick.” A guttural moan pulls from deep inside me.
“Nrghh. I think I’m in love with it. I’m going to build a shrine to it.
I’ll set up a little place with candles and incense and flowers.
Maybe I’ll give it gifts of fancy oils and penis jewelry—”
He collapses atop me and something lands by my head. His body shakes, laughter rumbling through him. “What,” he gasps. “The literal fuck, babe.”
“I’m sorry, J-Squared,” I pant. “Did you not like my sex ramblings? Your dick makes me lose my mind. I was just trying to show my appreciation.”