“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said.
I clamped my teeth around my lip and said nothing. For a moment, the instinct to call out a lie when I heard it stumbled.
He leaned in, his hot breath washing over my thighs as he brought his lips to my skin. The kisses trailed the length of each thigh up and down, his nose brushing over my underwear in passing. And when he moved over it, he paused, leaned a little deeper in, and drew a deep breath.
Jason’s shoulders shook as he inhaled the scent of me, and something tight uncurled inside of me. He wasn’t lying at all. He believed the words he had said.
“So fucking hot,” he purred again.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged his head up. He followed the motion happily, rising to the bed and lying flat on top of me, letting me kiss him like mad.
I undressed him bit by bit, lifting his hoodie first, then yanking his black sweatpants and underwear over his ass. Then I lost the last vestiges of patience and took my underwear off, rolling us over until Jason was on his back.
I needed him and wanted him and desired everything he would give me. Which was everything. Everything under the sun.
My lips peppered kisses down his chiseled torso and wrapped around his cock, sucking him deep into my mouth and failing to take even half of him again. But he pulsed in my mouth, and I knew that he didn’t need me to do more.
I wanted to. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me, but I wasn’t there yet. Even so, theshudder that passed through his body was so strong that I felt it in myself, too.
Every good thing in life was right here, between us, in the moment of pure, unfiltered heat and passion. Everything that I had ever held back, pushed down, and hid away from myself and the world came to the surface. I was myself with him. I wasn’t a cutout of a college type that the world thought I was.
My fingers moved along his torso, letting me feel every flex and tremble in his muscles, nails scratching him playfully and making him tense as I sucked his cock deeper and harder with every passing minute.
Jason grunted and put a hand on the back of my head, cupping it but never pushing it down. He thrust his hips upward a few times, overcome with the desperate need for a little more, and I choked on his cock in my throat, but I loved it. I loved every second of it.
And when I lifted my head, my eyes teary and vision blurred, I could see him sprawling before me. He reached for his sweatpants and slipped a condom over his cock, and I handed him lube from my nightstand.
I didn’t want to be in a hurry. I wished I could take my time and make him feel good. But I couldn’t resist him. I never could.
He stroked his big cock with lube as I leaned down and kissed him, occasionally feeling his cock or his hand brush against my ass as I slowly inched down toward him.
I would be his toy. His dirty plaything. I would givehim the world if I could. I couldn’t, though, and I couldn’t give him all my heart because he didn’t need that. But I could give him my body.
As I sat down on him, taking him into my body and shivering with the mix of anxiety and relief, Jason gripped my hips and kept me steady. He didn’t move. He never moved like this, always letting me find the right way to do it.
And little by little, I did. I took him in deeper, slowly and carefully, until I could breathe again, and Jason moved his hips up, lifting himself off the bed in a gentle thrust that impaled me deeper, making a moan rip free from my lips.
I slapped his chest with both hands and thrust my ass down on him, feeling his size inside of me, filling me and stretching me with each move. Sweat broke all over my body as I held my breath, biting down on my lip to keep quiet and riding him until my hair was matted and my cheeks aflame.
Jason relaxed. It was always slow at first, confidence growing with time. He used my hips to swing me back and forth, thrust his ass up, and rammed his cock into me with increasing force.
I could feel every throb and pulse of his cock inside of me, reaching deeper, impaling me, filling me, and stretching me. A deep rumble rose from my chest and thinned into a moan as I swung my hips back, taking him in.
His pecs flexed under my hands as I pressedmy ass hard against his crotch, my balls rubbing against his abdomen as I sat down on him all the way.
It had taken practice and time before we could do this, but it was worth every drop of sweat and every swallowed moan I’d kept deep down. It felt like climbing a mountain summit or soaring into the clouds or rising to the surface after diving so impossibly deep. It was thrilling, fulfilling, and incredible in all the ways I had never associated with sex.
“Fuck me harder,” I pleaded, locking my gaze on Jason’s, and dragging my hands up his chest and to his neck. I only held him, but it did something mad to Jason, turning his eyes shiny with lust and making his lips part a little wider. Jason’s hips lifted off the bed and rammed into me, making me jump and tense, my hole tightening around the base of his cock. He grunted instantly, sweat breaking over his brow and chest, and continued to penetrate me just as intensely, but keeping the pace down. It felt like utter perfection, impossible to put into words. It felt like being complete at long last, like being whole after I had been shattered and empty for so long.
Jason’s fingers sank into my flesh just above my hips, yanking me down and lifting me up, all the while his hips did the hard work, matching the rhythm and making me see heaven.
He moved his right hand over my stomach, then dropped it to my cock. It pulsed instantly in his fist even before he fully closed it around the shaft, and another moan ripped from my chest. His hand fitme perfectly, warm and tight and careful not to tip me over before the right moment.
We united in this torturous, fiery act, our bodies merging together, yet I needed more. I needed to climb into his skin and live there. I needed to feel him in every part of myself. I needed his hands and his cock and his mouth like I needed daylight and fresh air and someone to smile at me and tell me I looked cute today.
My hands tightened around Jason’s neck, holding on to him for life, as he fucked me faster, his thighs slapping against my ass and making sounds that would probably make me want to fall through the ground later. But now, they were like the best music I’d ever heard, and they turned me on harder.
I rose a little higher, then leaned back, nearly bursting into tears as I felt his cock rub harder against my prostate. It brought me to the edge in an instant, making me tremble and hold my breath because I didn’t know how else to survive it.