61. Jace #3
He chuckles and preps me quickly, even if it isn’t nearly as fast as I’d like him to. After a few more seconds, his tip is finally pushing in, and the feel of his bare cock sliding into me has my dick leaking all over the sheets.
“Oh my god, I thought you were overselling it, but, fuck, this is amazing,” he groans, grinding into me once he’s bottomed out.
He pulls back, fucking me in an agonizingly slow rhythm that rubs against that perfect spot inside of me each time, and the noises coming from me are probably alerting half the hotel to how much I’m enjoying this.
“So glad this is real,” Kieran says as he thrusts into me, rubbing a hand over the muscles in my back.
“It was always real,” I answer through breathless pants, moving my hips back to meet his.
He moans, and I feel it throughout my body. “Your ass is so perfect, fuck, Jace. I wish you could see your hole swallow my cock.”
Kieran’s words make heat shoot straight through me, and I bury my face in the sheets with a groan. Every thrust of his hips feels like he’s driving the air right out of me, but I don’t want him to stop, not for a second.
“Fuck, Jace…” His voice is rough, like gravel dragged over fire. His hand slides down my side, holding me in place, and the mix of restraint and reverence in his touch makes me clench around him. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I want to tell him I do know, that I can feel it in the way he’s shaking behind me. But all that comes out are broken moans as I push back against him, needing more.
He’s perfect, and I’ll never get enough.
I look over my shoulder at him as I push back against on his cock and see that fucking harness again. “Alright. You’ve had your fun,” I say, pulling away from him. “Need to fill you up while I can look at you wearing that, baby.”
He laughs but doesn’t argue, moving to lay on the bed and putting a pillow under his hips. “I think I need to get more of these.”
“Yes. All of them. All the colors and fabrics and designs,” I ramble as I line myself up with his slick hole once more, groaning as I push in.
Pleasure is building at the base of my spine and seems to spread throughout my entire body as his ass welcomes me like we were perfectly made for each other.
He pulls me down so our bodies are flush together.
The rough edge of fabric against my sensitive nipples sends a shock through me, a rush that blurs everything until all I can focus on is the taste of his kiss and the ache building inside me.
I move a hand between us to his cock. I won’t last much longer, and I want to bring him over the edge with me, but he grabs my wrist and pulls away for the kiss.
“Not yet, baby. Come inside me and then we’re flipping one more time so I can finish in you too. ”
That does it. His words and the filthy picture he’s painting with them send my orgasm slamming into me. The pleasure is so intense that the edges of my vision black out as I come inside Kieran, filling him with my release.
As soon as I come down from my high, he’s rolling me onto my back.
He quickly adds more lube to his straining dick and pushes my legs upwards to line himself up with my hole.
I’m so sensitive that staying relaxed enough to let him in takes all the effort I can manage, but then he’s inside me, looking down at me like I’m the greatest thing that ever happened to him.
He thrusts into me a few more times before he cries out my name with his release, I have to blink away happy tears. Tonight, all of today, really, was so perfect.
After we’re cleaned up, and I have Kieran wrapped in my arms, head resting on my chest, in our bed, on our wedding night, I let my tears fall.
Kieran looks up at me, concern etched on his face. “Are you okay, baby?”
I smile down at my dream man, the person I’ve been obsessed with for half my life, my husband. “Happier than I ever thought I deserved to be,” I admit softly.
He props himself up a bit, and it feels like his bright blue gaze is peering right into my soul.
“We might have had a really rough start, but we both pushed the other to be who we are today, to be better,” he says gently.
“I love my life. I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
You make me so fucking happy, and you deserve to be happy too, Jace.
” He shifts to place a soft kiss on my lips.
“You’re my husband now, and I won’t let anyone talk poorly of my husband, even you,” he warns, managing to pull a laugh from deep in my chest.
“I love you, Sparkles,” I whisper, pulling him closer, tucking him back into my chest.
“I love you too, hot shot.” He places a soft kiss over my heart, and I feel like it’s going to burst out of my chest with all the love I have for this man.
I never would’ve imagined me calling him Sparkles all those years ago as an intended insult to mask my attraction for him would lead us to this moment. But I know this life with Kieran is so much better than any other version I could’ve lived.
I signed up for Love Without Labels hoping to move on from my obsession with the very man I ended up falling for.
And I wouldn’t change a damn thing.