14. Webber
Leave it to this man,this infuriating, ridiculous, gorgeous, amazing man.
I hang my head and laugh at his salacious words and let him cocoon me in his sexy arms until I finally stop.
”Yeah, Jon. I think I wanna take that dick.”
He cradles my face in his hands and kisses me like he needs the air in my lungs to survive. You can”t fit a single strand of hair between us, he”s got me wrapped up so damn tight.
”How did we get here?” I ask during the singular moment his lips aren”t fused with mine.
”I dragged you, kicking and screaming,” he answers, pulling another laugh from my chest as he does just that and drags me down the hallway towards my bedroom.
I slip my shorts over my hips, and while my shirt is en route to the floor to meet them, he drops to his knees and sucks the head of my dick into his mouth.
”Fuck,” I shout. ”God damn, baby. Warn me next time.”
”It”s more fun this way,” he says once I finally get my shirt up and over my head and look down to meet his eyes.
”I almost fell on top of you,” I say through a chuckle.
”I like it when you”re on top.”
I laugh yet again and thread my fingers through his hair, yanking on the longer strands at the crown. ”I wanna see you prove it,” I say.
His eyes go wary, and I pull him to his feet. ”Not like that. But... maybe I want you to give me control. Just for tonight. Let me call a few pitches. I caught once, for six weeks, back in the day. Remember?”
I see the hesitation in his eyes, the clenched jaw, the strength in his hands as he holds me. I nearly give in, telling him it”s fine. We don”t have to change anything.
But before I can open my mouth, he nods. ”Okay.”
My smile could probably power a city block, and I pull him to me for a heady, desperate kiss. ”Don”t worry. I know you can”t stay away from low and outside,” I say with a wink.
”You do watch my games,” he says, pointing at me.
”Every single one.” I shrug. ”Makes me feel closer to you.”
”We”re gonna make this work,” he says, sobering the mood in a split second.
”How?” I ask.
”Because we”re too fucking good together not to,” he says like it”s gonna be the easiest thing in the world.
The crazy thing? I think I actually believe him.
”Kiss me,” I say. ”Kiss me like you haven”t seen me in six weeks.”
”That”ll be easy,” he says with a smirk as he bends his head and captures my mouth with his.
The kisses start out sensual, drugging almost but quicklyturn into hungry and desperate. Our hands roam, his knees bend to line us up better, our hard dicks rub against one another, and both our chests heave like we just ran a marathon when we finally wrench ourselves apart and practically run to the bed.
”You”ve ruined me,” Jon whispers against my skin as his kisses slide from my lips, down my neck, over my shoulder, and across to my chest. ”I can”t even get hard unless I think about you. I watch porn and every man”s face is yours.”
I push him to sit on the bed and stand between his thighs. ”Stroke me.”
He lifts his hand and wraps his calloused palm around me, but there”s no pain. It”s the brightest, most powerful pleasure I”ve ever known. Lightly, he skates his flesh over mine until I palm the back of his head and guide it towards my cock. He opens his mouth and captures the head, slicking it with his tongue and lapping at my favorite spot underneath.
Neither of us have much to say, instead letting the moans and grunts of our pleasure fill the room. A muttered curse here and there escapes one of us, but the sounds of sex are our only soundtrack.
Afraid to break the surface tension and ruin everything, I wordlessly pull my cock from his mouth and push him until his back hits the mattress. I grab lube and a condom from the nightstand and toss them on the bed beside him. He grabs the condom and tosses it back into the still-open drawer.
I cock a brow in silent question.
He shrugs and whispers, ”I”m healthy.”
”Me, too,” I answer just as quietly.
”I want to feel you. All of you,” he says. ”I know it”s your show tonight, but this is my one request.”
I nod in answer and shuffle him up the bed until he lies on my pillow and stares up at me with unfiltered desire. Swallowing the head of his dick and working my way down until he hits the back of my throat simply because I love to suck this man”s cock, I dig my fingers into his thighs hard enough there will probably be bruises there in the morning.
And the thought of marking this man, marking him as mine, sends a jolt through me that I”ve never felt before.
”I need you,” I grunt, opening the lube and doing a half-ass job of prepping myself. ”I can”t wait.”
”I don”t want to hurt you, baby,” Jon says, his hands massaging my thighs as I straddle him and his fucking gorgeous dick.
”You won”t. I promise.” I hesitate for a second, then say the most terrifying words you can say to another human being. ”I trust you.”
His eyes widen, and he gasps. ”I trust you, too.”
I swear to god, it feels more intimate than saying the other three-word sentence with the middle swapped out for a far more terrifying action verb.
I hold him steady, stroking him from root to tip a handful of times before I slide his bare tip against my crease. ”Fuck,” I mutter.
”Just a fair warning, I”ve never been bare inside anyone else, and I”m probably gonna go off like a fucking bottle rocket on the fourth of July once I get balls deep.”
I chuckle. ”Thanks for the heads up.”
Remembering I”m supposed to be calling the shots, I brace myself on his chest with one palm and hold his thigh behind me with the other. ”Fuck me, Jon,” I say, trying to sound authoritative.
Apparently it works, because he grunts and fists his cock before pushing the head inside my ass.
”God damn,” he mutters. ”It”s so hot. So tight. You grip me like a fist.”
”Give me more,” I say. ”Don”t make me wait.”
”Yes, sir,” he says, and I nearly lose it.
”Holy shit, now I see why that”s so sexy.”
He smiles up at me. ”Wanna call me your good boy and see if the reverse is true too?”
I throw my head back as he thrusts up into me, stretching me open slowly. I know it”s killing him to keep his comments about how well I take him or how good my bare ass feels swallowing his cock. He knows I”m a slut for his praise, and he loves to lavish me with it.
But it”s my turn now. My turn to tell him just how good he is. How good he makes me feel. I heap enough on him to make him blush at first, but then it gets a little grittier, a little more primal.
”You fuck me so damn good, baby.”
”I love the way that fat head pegs my prostate.”
”You”re a good fucking boy,” I say, watching his face the entire time.
That last one does him in, and he thrusts up once, twice, and on the third stroke, he comes with a shout, filling my ass with his load.
”I”m sorry. I can”t do it. I can”t hold back anymore. Do you have any idea how sexy you look up there, riding my dick? Do you know how good you squeeze me, milk me, take all my fucking load? You”re so fucking sexy, baby. Goddamn, I just wanna fuck you every day and every night until you can”t move. Until you come so much you have none left. I wanna drain your fucking balls, baby.”
He wraps his hand around my cock and continues to thrust inside of me, his dick never really waning after he comes. The first brush of his palm over the head sends a lightning bolt of pleasure to my balls, pushing me over the edge with a grunt and a shout.
I come all over his perfect chest and abs, and he lifts his hand to his mouth to suck off what coats his fingers. ”Delicious,” he says as I lift off and fall forward, catching myself on my palms.
”And I ruined you?” I ask, incredulous.
He chuckles. ”Yeah, baby. You ruined me.”
”Well, then I guess you ruined me right back.”