Chapter 35 #2
“A part of me feels like I should be insulted that you can talk that much while I’m dicking you down. But I also know it’s just so you. Running that mouth I can’t get enough of.”
“My, my, how things have changed. You like my mouth now.”
“Like is much too tame a word,” he growls. My stomach flutters. “I can’t get enough of it.”
He pushes up on his hands and jerks his hips into me.
Oh, that’s fucking lovely. I like this new position.
I’m nearly flat against the mattress at this point, my knees bent just a fraction.
The weight of his lower half driving into me is glorious.
I’m getting everything I wished for, everything I’d fantasized about.
Every drive sends me into the bed. I’m quite literally getting fucked into the mattress.
I arch my back and push my ass into him as he slams into me.
“Fuck, Jed. Harder.”
He groans and falls to his forearms. Now every inch of me is covered in Jed. Sweaty, sexy Jed. And I’m obsessed with it.
He grips my biceps and—ohmygod—he uses me as leverage to fuck into me.
Sounds are ripped from me, completely involuntary.
They might be sobs. They might be incoherent babbling.
I’m being twisted inside out. My body is on fire, but at the same time, it’s ice cold.
I’m a live wire right now. Everywhere he touches me sparks and bursts with overwhelming sensation.
My dick is weeping pre-cum tears of joy at the friction of the comforter his thrusts are causing. I’m seconds from—
“Fuck, baby,” Jed says hoarsely. “Please tell me you’re close. I’m not going to last much longer.”
That’s all I need. The catalyst. Knowing I’m wrecking him just like he’s wrecking me.
Pleasure takes me as its own, and I cry out.
It’s everywhere, spreading through me, surrounding me, dancing over my skin.
I’m a stadium after the home team just had a walk-off grand slam.
An entire building of tens of thousands of people celebrating so hard it shakes a fucking cement structure.
My world is coming down around me, a crowd on its feet, roaring.
Jed’s hips stutter, and his growled shout fills my ears.
He rails into me one last time and stills, his body jerking on top of me.
I collapse, lungs heaving. Jed’s forearms tremble as he holds himself slightly above me, but his head drops to my shoulder.
He presses kiss after kiss along the curve, moving toward my neck.
Each one is softer and more tender than the last. My heartbeat pops off like the snappers fireworks I used to play with as a kid.
We stay like that, silent, letting our heartbeats slow and our breaths even out. It’s…right. Just existing with him.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he whispers.
My chest tightens. Those words strike me, sink inside and embed like shrapnel. Most people in my life have wanted to leave me. But this amazing man doesn’t.
And I know he’s talking about his dick, and it doesn’t actually mean anything. But it feels like more. I’m not sure it matters how deep the meaning goes behind those words. To just be wanted, in any capacity, by Jed…it’s the best feeling in the whole world.
Cabinet doors slam, and the familiar thuds and bangs of life filter into my room. My eyes widen, and I turn to catch Jed’s eye. Everyone else is clearly back from the club. His lips twitch.
“Oh my god,” I whisper-shout. I roll over, and he slips out. My body screams, internally reaching for him back. I push past the hollow ache filling me and turn until I’m on my side facing him. “Do you think they heard us?”
He covers his laugh with his hand and just stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Oh, I’m sure they heard us. I really hope they heard you going on about the shrine you’ll be making for my dick.”
I glare at him. “Not cool. I just let you have the privilege of sticking it in me. You are supposed to be extra nice to me now, not wish me mortifying embarrassment!”
“Oh, just you wait.”
I cock my head and frown. What?
He searches around the pillows and pulls out his phone. He taps to his gallery and opens the most recent video. Oh. My eyebrows fly to my hairline, and I snatch his phone, gaze glued to the screen. That’s—that’s us. Holy fucking shit, it’s sexy as hell. His dick sliding in and out of me.
He reaches over and squeezes the volume, and my ‘Give me that dick’ echoes around the room. Oh dear. Well then. I am making obscene noises. Like obscene. Don’t think they’re legal in any state, maybe Nevada. And I don’t fucking shut up. Heat hits my cheeks. Here’s my penis shrine tirade.
“Apparently, I’m a slut for your cock,” I say weakly.
The video ends, and Jed’s chuckle dances around me. I wish I could grab it and bottle it up. It's so deep and raspy and rare. He goes to hit the delete button, and I wrench the phone away.
“What are you doing!”
He studies me. “I was going to delete it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.
I didn’t think of it in the heat of the moment, but I should have asked your permission.
I had thought I was being so smart when you said you wished you could see.
Fuck. That was really bad on my part. I’m sorry, Shane.
I want you to watch me while I delete it. ”
His dark brows are pinched, and he looks like he’s seconds from panicking. I dive in for a kiss, just a quick one to reassure him—or that was the plan, but then a few minutes later, we’re pulling apart, panting. I can’t help but get carried away with this man.
“Relax, Jed. I’m not mad. We’ve sexted videos back and forth multiple times. I mean, fine, did we go about making our first sex-tape—are they even called sex-tapes anymore? Sex-recording?—the right way? Probably not. But that video is hot as fuck. It’s not like you can tell it’s us in it.”
He peers at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Shane, you literally say my name multiple times. Talking about how much you love my dick.”
Huh. That’s a very good point.
“Ugh, do we have to delete it?” I whine. “I want to keep it and watch it for my solo sessions. It’s so fucking sexy. And knowing it’s you sinking into me?” I roll my eyes back and drop my jaw in an exaggerated, silent moan while I shake in pretend ecstasy.
Jed softly flicks my nose. “You’re kind of a dork.”
My eyes pop open, and I grin at him. He still looks worried, though. “Let’s delete it,” I say softly. I don’t want to make him uncomfortable either. It’s probably not the smartest thing to have around as pro-ballplayers. “Just…can we watch it one more time?”
He bites his lip against a smile. “Yeah, one more time. Then let’s clean up and get a snack. I’m fucking starving after that.”
I side-eye him. “You’re starving, or you want us to go into the kitchen so I have to face our teammates after pledging my undying love to your cock?”
He blinks innocently at me. “Both.”
Gah, this man. I think I really like him. Or something a little bit more than that.