“Sol?”
“I’m okay.”
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t push. Just touches his forehead to mine and waits, breathing hard through his nose, fighting for the restraint I need. The restraint I’ll happily boot into the sea when my body can take the heat.
That minute I need expands. But it works. I adjust, acclimate. Let the tension bleed from my stressed muscles and welcome Jack home. Let the ache settle into something that turns pain into pleasure as I release a steady breath, aware of Jack’s fixation with my mouth. “Now,” I whisper. “Fuck me.”
Jack snatches a rough inhale and something in his gaze breaks open. Relief. Hunger. Need. He rolls his hips, a cautious drive intense enough to drag a groan from me that has him cursing and pressing that wicked forearm to my throat.
Perfect pressure.
No pain.
Not a punishment, but a warning.
Shh.
Then he moves in earnest and the room disappears. The ceiling. The walls. The mattress at my back and the air in my lungs.
Jack’s rhythm is deep and relentless.
He pushes my limits without even trying, because heknows me, and what starts as careful missionary fast becomes this clawing, shunting thing that has no hope of being quiet.
Jack slaps his hand over my mouth. But it slides off as sensation overwhelms him and he bites off a rough groan that makes me grateful the living room lies between this room and where Mal and Skylar sleep.
He fucks me harder and I wind up contorted against the headboard. The wall. Half hanging off the bed as Jack loses whatever hold he’s had on his composure.
On that restraint.
He drags me back like I weigh nothing. Hauling me until I’m flat on my back again, prone beneath the hard line of his body, my dick trapped between us. His teeth find my throat, my jaw, my lips, biting, then kissing as he drives into me again and smothers my groan, trying to keep us both quiet.
Jack fails at that and that alone, but I can’t find the will to care. Not when he’s owning me—ruining me—with something he’s supposed to be learning for the first time, all the while there’s nothing uncertain in how he fucks me. Jack moves inside me like he’s always known how. Like he’s been dreaming of it for years, and now it’s happening, he won’t let it end until we’re both shattered into a thousand shards of who we werebefore.
He grips my wrists and pins my hands above my headagain. Only this time, there’s nothing to hold onto. He has me exactly where he wants me and I love it as much as I love him.
My breath stutters, stretched thin with the strain of him breaking me open. “Jack—fuck, Jack.”
In answer, he thumps into me, endless andhard, and it’s perfect. His gaze locks on mine and there’s a wildness to it, a primality, that tips me closer and closer to the edge.
Another part of me breaks. As he releases my hands, I leave the pieces in the sand, gripping any part of Jack I can reach. His shoulders, his arms. The back of his fragile skull as he amps up the blunt pressure of his cock so deep inside me.
“Yeah? This is okay?”
“Yeah—yes.Fuck.”
Jack growls, the last of his control thinning around the edges. His breathing is rough, every fibre of his broad frame strung so tight I know it’ll be the end of me when he snaps.
He kisses me like he’s drowning and I’m the only air left in the room. Fucks me like I’m all he’s ever wanted.Takeswhat he wants—what he needs—and the sheer physicality of it, the heatand the force, has release bearing down on me with a savage flash of ecstasy.
“I’m gonna come.”
Jack raises off me just enough that we can both see my dick compressed between his abs and mine, sliding through the mess of arousal already there. “Fuck. Sol. That’s so fucking hot.”
Still can’t believe he’s saying that about me. About us. But I’m so beyond thought I can only arch my back and chase the friction that’s going to kill me.
Gods, this isn’t sex. This is?—
“Tell me,” Jack cuts off wherever that unhinged thought was going. “Tell me if I’m hurting you?—”