Chapter 17 #3
“Alright, little bunny.” I brush our lips together, sparks of electricity rising at the contact. “How about you take what you want?”
There’s only a split second of hesitation before he slams his mouth onto mine.
It’s hard and desperate from the get-go, Jamie’s hands flying into my hair to keep me in place as he sloppily pushes his tongue between my lips, like he’s dying for a taste.
It’s obvious he hasn’t kissed many people, and the thought unleashes something inside me.
I let him take what he wants, let him release all the pent up emotions that must’ve been accumulating inside him for God knows how long. The urgency that rolls off of him fuels the fire burning under my skin, making it difficult to hold onto reason.
All those people I’ve been with in my life, yet I’ve never felt half as wanted as I do at this moment.
Granted, the single-minded purpose of my previous encounters was never the perfect environment to develop feelings, and I was happy with that.
But even though my partners have always been more than willing, I could never shake the feeling that whoever I was with was doing me a favor.
That no matter how much I tried, I was mainly taking away from someone.
This is nothing like that. For once, I have something someone else desperately wants. You can bet I’m gonna give it my all.
Jamie pulls away with a gasp when the need for air wins. His eyes are mostly pupil, his lips swollen and spit slick. He looks debauched, like we’ve just gone five rounds of unhinged sex instead of a heated make-out session. God, he’s adorable. And I want him.
I fucking want him. Now.
But I don’t know what he wants, not after coming already, and after the emotional turmoil he’s gone through in the past ten minutes. He must be exhausted. I better pull out and let him catch his breath—
Jamie’s legs lock around my hips, the sudden movement driving my cock deeper. It draws a simultaneous gasp out of both of us, and a curse from me.
He peers at me from under wet eyelashes. “Can we…still?”
Thank God.
I hide my relief behind a dark chuckle. “Hungry for another round?”
“That wasn’t a real round. You didn’t come.” He freaking pouts. As if not getting my cum is the most horrible offence.
“And you want me to come, is that it?” He nods frantically. I grin and drop a kiss on his puffy lips. “We better get on with that, then. How do you want it?”
I didn’t think it would be a difficult question to answer, but Jamie seems very conflicted as he stares between his legs where we’re still joined.
Then, after a long moment of contemplation, he pulls himself up, my cock sliding out of him.
He fucking whines at the loss, and flops so fast onto his tummy it’s almost a blur.
Next, he pushes his ass up, keeping his upper body on the mattress.
“Fuck,” I breathe. My hands go straight to his ass, offered to me for the taking.
“My bunny is not just cute and sweet, but fucking sexy too.” I squeeze and massage his cheeks, then pull them apart, revealing his puffy hole.
It’s even more open after having my cock in it, glistening with lube.
“Since you already came once, is it okay if I take my time? Play with you a little?”
Jamie wiggles, pushing back. “Please.”
Hearing him beg so prettily is starting to unlock a new kink for me. I can’t wait to hear more.
Permission granted, I bring my thumb to his hole, stroking it. It’s so soft and—I never thought I’d say this about someone’s asshole—so fucking pretty. I continue rubbing it, loving how it twitches under my touch.
I replace my thumb with my cock. Not pushing in, just rubbing it against his entrance. Seriously, looking at how big I am, I can’t fathom how it’ll fit.
Precum spurts from my dick, soaking his rim.
It looks so dirty and sloppy and fucking perfect.
I use the head of my cock to spread it around, making a mess.
I retreat an inch, letting the head slap against his hole.
It makes an utterly filthy sound, and Jamie jolts forward with a shocked inhale.
Even if he’s very sensitive, I can’t imagine it hurt. Which means…
I slap it again, making him cry out and push his ass higher. Fuck. He’s loving this.
I repeat it, each time harder than the one before, until Jamie is a wriggling, babbling mess.
Without a warning, I pull his cheeks apart and start to push in. I stop when the head is past his rim, then pull out. I push back in, sliding deeper this time, just half an inch or so, before leaving him empty.
Jamie goes absolutely feral, fisting the sheets while his legs tremble under him.
I grin devilishly. “You like that?” I keep going, filling him up with a maddening slowness, only to pull out. Each time I watch, transfixed, as his rim stretches around my cock. How it clenches when I pull out, trying to keep me in.
Jamie thrashes, making me tighten my grip to keep him in place.
“Yes— No! I don’t—I can’t—Just, please!”
Taking mercy on him—and myself—I start to slide back in. And don’t stop.
“Fucking hell. Okay, take it, little bunny. Take it all.”
It takes ages to fill him up, Jamie squeezing me insanely tight with every inch I feed him, like he’s making sure I won’t pull out this time.
“Oh my God,” he gasps when my hips are flush with his ass. “Oh my—Oh my God.” He trembles violently, hugging a pillow. Sniffling noises reach my ears, making me pause.
“Feels good?” I stroke his sides. “Doesn’t hurt?”
“S-so good,” he sobs. “Please. Please, I—”
“What is it?” My thumbs rub circles over his hips. “What do you need?”
With effort that seems to take all his energy, he turns his head, our eyes meeting over his shoulder. He looks absolutely wrecked.
“Just…use me.”
The words are a trigger. My vision clouds over for a moment and when it clears up, it’s as if an invisible force has taken over my body.
I pull almost all the way out, then slam back in. Jamie cries out, and before he can catch his breath, I set up a punishing pace. It only takes seconds before I know—nothing will ever compare.
I’m not talking about fucking men—granted, I haven’t been with another man, but I don’t think that’s it.
It’s Jamie, all Jamie. The way he begs so prettily, so desperately, even though I’m giving him whatever he asks for.
The way he reacts so honestly to every single thing I do.
The way he says my name, like it’s the answer to everything.
I’m never getting tired of this.
Watching him writhe and tremble under me is great. Seeing my cock pump in and out of him is fucking hot. But I need more. More contact, more skin.
More Jamie.