Chapter 19 #3
I snorted, but relinquished my hold on his dick, which, while different, was oddly exhilarating.
“This better be worth it,” I grumbled, sliding off the couch and nearly taking a nosedive over the coffee table thanks to the shorts and boxers tangled around my legs.
I irritably kicked them free and managed all of half a step when a sharp smack landed on my ass, and I let out a loud squawk that would have made a limpkin proud.
JD’s cackle of humor was far from amusing as I turned an angry glare on him. “I’m sorry. I just had to know if it would bounce as much as I hoped it would. You’ll be pleased to know it’s even better than I’d imagined.”
Refusing to be swayed by how much I liked the idea of him thinking about my ass, I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Just for that, you can lose the fucking shirt.” Without waiting to see if he’d comply, I returned to my mission of retrieving the lube.
Only when I turned back around, lube in hand, he’d lost a hell of a lot more than just his shirt.
I swallowed thickly and drank in the sight of him spread out like a goddamn feast. He really did have freckles everywhere, though they paled noticeably in obvious places. His chest was a masterpiece of golden-red curls and muscles. And, God help me, his thighs.
“Still with me, Weathers?” he asked, stroking himself as he watched me with what I could only hope was a fraction of the lust I was devouring him with.
“Fuck, you’re hot. And, no, that’s not a smart-ass comment about the curtains matching the drapes. Now, where do you want me?” I asked, letting his intense look and half-smile pull me closer.
“Depends on what you’re comfortable with. The idea is to get our cocks close together. You could straddle me, or I could straddle you. We could try lying beside each other or–”
I held up my hand. “Too many options.” Besides, option one included sitting on those juicy fucking thighs. I got into position, narrowly missing racking him—because that would have been just my luck—then caught his eye. “Like this?”
“Exactly.” He pulled me in for a kiss and I felt cold lube dribble on my dick, though for the life of me I didn’t know when he’d taken it from me. Then he wrapped his hand around me again, but it wasn’t just my dick in his hold.
“Holy Fuck!” I bucked into him, my vision momentarily abandoning me as sensation overrode everything.
“That good?” he teased.
“You fucking know it is.” I slammed my mouth back down on his and let him stroke us together for a bit before I could feel my release dancing closer than I was ready for. “Yellow,” I panted. He instantly relaxed his hold, and I smiled against his lips. “My turn.”
He dutifully moved his hand out of the way, and I took his place.
Even though my hand was smaller, it didn’t take long for me to find the right grip, squeezing us together with enough pressure and friction to send us flying.
My need for release took a backseat as I watched JD flush with pleasure, thrusting into my hand with each stroke.
He dropped his head back against the couch, completely lost to it, his chest heaving for breath while he tried to pull me closer as I shuttled my hand faster and faster.
“That’s it, baby boy. Fuck that feels so good.
” His groan lit something up inside me. I added some more lube and twisted my fist around our heads, then slid my hand back down, keeping a firm grip.
“God, yes.” He tried to lift his head to watch the erotic scene playing out between us—Lord knew it’d be staring in countless fantasies to come for me—but couldn’t keep his head up.
He was a glorious mess, and I was the one doing that to him.
I was taking him apart. This big, bad soldier who could do anything.
He couldn’t even figure out what to do with his hands.
First, they were roving over my back, then my shoulders and chest, and finally gliding along my thighs, squeezing and pulling me closer until I had to brace an arm against the back of the sofa.
Through it all, I could barely take my eyes off him.
He was completely unravelling because of me, and I’d never felt more turned on.
I leaned down to suck kisses into his neck and onto his chest as much as my position would allow, his deep moans spurring me on.
“I’m close,” he gasped, his long fingers digging into the globes of my ass and scooting me that much closer to him.
“Yeah? You gonna come for me, Sergeant?” I rolled my hips, addicted to the feel of our dicks sliding against each other in the vice of my hand.
His stubble scratched my swollen lips as I skated them over his jaw and down his neck until I could feel his heartbeat pulsing beneath them.
“Show me how good you feel.” The sudden urge to mark him, claim him, overwhelmed me, and I sank my teeth into the tender flesh above JD’s pulse point.
“Marc!” His whole body tensed so hard that when he bowed off the couch, he lifted me with him.
Ribbons of cum shot free of my hand with enough force to hit his chin and probably the floor behind him.
It was a coin toss whether it was hearing him shout my name or literally feeling him come that had me shooting my load right alongside him.
Whatever it was, the image of him in debauched ecstasy would live rent-free in my brain until the day I died.