Once he was shaking all over and cursing like it was the only language he knew, I reached between his legs, gripped his shaft. "I could spend all day on this ass."
He dropped his head down, between his outstretched arms, saying, "Tell me what I have to do to get your dick."
I pressed a kiss to the base of his spine as I blindly patted the mattress for the lube. Once I found it, I gave him one last torturous lick before drizzling the liquid between his cheeks. It was a fine distraction from the incessant clanging inside my head to claim this man, to make him mine and keep him for always.
"Ready?" I asked, two fingers pushing into his back channel.
"Just fuck me. Please, Max, please." He squirmed against my fingers, but quickly found a comfortable rhythm. "I want you like this, Max. I want you a little evil, a little rough, and all the love. I want—"
Jory choked on those words as I pushed into him. A little evil, a little rough, and all the love. That was what he wanted and that was how I gave it to him. At this point, I couldn't do much else. My cock was as hard as stone and the hot clasp of his body burned straight through the rubber.
And since I was brittle and worn down in certain spots and needed to hear the words he'd promised, I asked, "Is this what you wanted?"
He responded with, "Fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuuuuck oh my fuck yes."
I settled both hands on his waist as I rocked into him, my body gaining speed as I bottomed out. "This won't last long, my love."
He reached back, dug his fingers into my thigh. "I love you. I fucking love you."
Without thought, my hips snapped forward, fucking him farther up the bed. I shifted my hand to the graceful line of his spine and followed it up to the base of his neck. I pressed his shoulders down to the mattress with the heel of my palm, and held him there as those words sank into my brittle, worn down spots.
"Fuck me like you love me, Max," he said, and that was when everything changed. When everything below my belly button twisted and twisted and twisted. When my skin started conducting electricity. When it seemed like I was hearing from underwater.
Reaching around his flank, I took Jory's erection in hand. "Do it. Show me what you want. Show me how you want me to love you, baby."
And, yeah. My man went wild.
He didn't say anything but he bucked his hips and jackhammered into my fist while I thrust into him. He took everything I gave him and begged for more without saying a word. In fact, I wasn't certain he could speak as he was grunting and moaning into the mattress in the most adorably helpless way.
Yet he snaked a hand down and curled his fingers around mine, and something inside me popped open. I didn't know what it was, or whether medical attention would be necessary, but it was open now and I didn't think I wanted it closed.
At once, the pressure of our hands layered together, his tight body, and his freely offered words gathered into a snowball and set off my release. It snapped through me like a whip, eye-wateringly sharp before it smarted and throbbed, everything hot, hot, hot. So hot. So sharp. So much.
I heard him cry out and moan, I heard him scream my name like no man had ever screamed it before, I heard his promise of love, and then I felt his body quake and soften beneath mine. My cock gave another spurt as I ran my hands over him, squeezing and massaging as I gathered him up in my arms. He growled and sighed as I stroked him. There was an occasional giggle when I found an overly sensitive spot.
The condom required tending and Jory needed a warm washcloth for the damp spot on his belly, but I figured that business could wait a minute or two.
"No one's ever said that to me before," I confessed. "No one's ever told me they loved me."
Jory inclined his head to the side, glancing over his shoulder with sleepy, sated eyes. "You mean during sex. No one's ever said it during sex."
I shook my head. "Not during sex. Not…ever."
He blinked. Blinked again. It seemed like he was trying to find something polite to say, the way people did when conversations turned awkward and they didn't know what to do with the discomfort. But then he said, "They missed out on someone special because loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done and all I do is make things more complicated than they need to be."
A laugh from deep in my belly bubbled up and I tightened my hold on him. "No, you don't," I replied. "You make things exactly as hard as they need to be."
He snorted. "I see what you did there."
"Yeah? You caught that one?"
"Couldn't have missed it," he said. "And here I was, thinking your jokes were all about balls."
Part IV Spring
7
Jory
"You're going to be fine, babe," Max said. "I swear it."
He'd uttered some variation of that a half dozen times this morning and while I wanted to believe him, I couldn't. We didn't usually meet up before school but the days were brighter and longer now, and at the moment, I was too nervous to sleep, so we'd found ourselves at Max's favorite juice bar every morning this week.
My mother would say this was another one of my anxious quirks, the variety that harkened all the way back to my childhood. Whenever I had an exam or a big event on the horizon, I'd work myself into a frenzy days beforehand, too worried to sleep or eat
