Of Being Yours[another way 2] (24 page)

I fell into his protective embrace, the one place I was always Jesse and only his. With my bare skin pressed against his, we swayed together, his arms wrapped around my waist, one of my hands in his hair and the other clutching his bicep. I twisted my head into the nook of his shoulder and inhaled his familiar scent, one that was pure Will—whiskey and warmth.

His fingertips stroked over my lower back, occasionally dipping below the waistband of my pants but more in comfort than for sex. That is, until I found the soft skin and sensitive nerve endings of his neck with my lips and kissed up to his jaw, then nuzzled his scruff and sought out his lips. It was as familiar as breathing, kissing him, our mouths knowing exactly how to please the other’s with no prompting or thought necessary.

Will deepened the kiss, tilting my head to one side so he could run the tip of his tongue over my bottom lip, asking for access, which I willingly granted him. I tugged on his hair a little harder, sucked his lip into my mouth, and ground my hips against his as Will’s hands ran up and down my back, his lingering fingertips causing sparks and fire to fly over my skin.

Both of my hands slid up so I was cupping Will’s face in my palms, and I pulled him closer to me to deepen a kiss I didn’t ever want to break. I could feel his heartbeat from his chest being pressed so close to mine, and I wanted to crawl inside this feeling and never leave.

Will pulled back first, resting his head against mine as we both struggled to catch our breath. After reaching down between us, I thumbed the button of my pants, undoing them but leaving the zipper alone, then repeated the action on his. Will watched the action with hot eyes as my hand brushed against each of our cocks in turn.

I began kissing him again, starting at the sweet spot where his neck met his shoulder and licking down over his collarbone to his nipples. I duly took each one in my mouth, licked it roughly, then bit down to make him shudder and groan, then kissed down to the fly of his pants and hooked my fingers over the waistband.

Sitting back on my heels, I dragged Will’s pants and boxers down and off so he was naked in front of me, his cock standing out in front of him, hard and straining and all mine. He knew what I wanted—it was the exact same thing he was desperate for himself. I gave him a trademarked Jesse Ross smirk and stuck my tongue out like a petulant child, then ran it around the head of his cock. Will tried to fight the shudder that ran through his body, and the low moan, and the way he arched his back to thrust his dick into my face.

I placed my hands on his hips to steady him, and Will reached down, took my hands in his, and held me in place. It was intimate but dominating as well, and sexy as all hell. I sucked him lightly at first, keeping my lips and tongue loose and wet, taking his length in my mouth as far as I could in this position, which still left a good couple of inches untouched. That was okay, though.

By sucking harder, I knew I would be taking him into hotter territory where he would find it harder to hold back, but that was okay too. I was reasonably confident of his recovery time, so it wouldn’t matter who ended up topping when it came to that. There was something very primal and submissive about sucking my man’s cock; it was an act of pure pleasure for the receiver and not always one of pleasure for the giver. It was wet and messy and vulgar, but I loved the taste and the smell and the overwhelming sense of Will that came from it. I also received deep pleasure from the look in his eyes as he watched me take his cock into my mouth, and from knowing that this was one of the most intimate things I could do for him.

Will started to rock his hips in time with the strokes from my lips. It was a gentle reminder about his control, and I could tell he would come soon, and come hard, so I worked on taking him a little deeper. If I stretched up on my knees a bit, it worked better; the position was familiar to me, and the errant thought that I was kneeling for him, serving him, sent another spike of arousal through me.

His moans seemed to come from a place deep in his chest, and his face was flushed, his breath coming in short gasps before he cried out my name and I felt the muscles in his thighs and stomach contract as he came in hot bursts in my mouth. I swallowed around him and he shook again, his hands squeezing mine in pleasure.

Holding hands during a blow job. We were like a married couple too.

Will tugged me to my feet and brushed kisses over my cheeks and eyelids as I relaxed into his embrace. He nibbled on my earlobe, then bit it, causing me to gasp and jerk my hips forward, crushing my erection, still housed in my pants, against his thigh.

We seemed to unconsciously slow our pace again, relaxing into each other and finding new ways to get closer, constantly moving our arms to pull each other tighter and using hands and fingertips to stroke and tease. Will kissed me while gently holding my hips in place, and I smiled against his skin.

He finished undressing me, pushing the lush fabric from my waist with urgent hands. My pants were left hanging around my thighs, trapping me, but I couldn’t care as he grabbed my ass in both hands and pulled me to him. I grabbed his shoulders to stop myself toppling over, and he kissed the corner of my mouth again as we rocked together in a different kind of dance.

Will found my hand, and I kicked off the rest of my clothes as he led me to the bed and I lay down on my back, letting him dominate me. He covered my body with his and we started to kiss again, slow, wet kisses as he sucked my tongue into his mouth, then caressed it softly. His hips ground into mine, and I got lost in the pleasure as the blood returned to his cock, making it hard for me and ready to go again.

“Please,” I begged him through gasps for breath. “I want you inside me, Will.”

He kissed my nose and rolled off me to grab his wash kit from his bag.

“Shit,” Will muttered, then started rifling through the small pile of stuff he’d dumped on the floor.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, still rubbing my cock slowly.

“We didn’t pack any lube.” He roughly ran his hands over his face.

I groaned. “It’s too late to go out and get any now. I don’t know where the nearest 24/7 drugstore is to here.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Fuck. All right. Don’t use anything.”

Will rolled back to me and started kissing me gently. “I’m not going to do that, Jesse. I’ll hurt you.”

“No, you won’t,” I said through soft kisses. “I’ll be fine. Please.”

He pulled away and gave me a look that reminded me of all he’d been through. Of all we’d been through together.

“You know I can’t hurt you,” he said. Carefully, very carefully, he brushed my hair back out of my eyes.

I caught his hand in mine and held it tightly.
“Will,” I said. “In all the time we’ve been together, you haven’t ever hurt me when you’ve fucked me. You’ve stretched me, sure, and I’ve felt sore afterwards. But you don’t hurt me. I promise.”

Will groaned as I rocked my hips up into his cock again. Then his eyes snapped open and he gave me a smirk. “Roll over,” he instructed.

I complied and he grabbed a pillow and stuck it under me, lifting my ass to him. I turned my head to the side to watch him as he sucked two fingers into his mouth, then spread his saliva over my hole.

“Shit,” I muttered, burying my face back in my pillow. That was too hot to watch.

Will’s big hands came down with a light thud on my ass cheeks, and I felt my skin stretch as he pulled them apart, then the insistent wetness as he licked me there.

“Shit, Will!”

There was such intimacy to this, and I forced myself to relax and just enjoy it, otherwise I was going to shoot my load already. Then I decided that might not be such a bad thing as his fingertips started to stroke and fondle my balls and his tongue flexed and loosened me up to him.

I pressed my forehead into the bed and growled as he picked up speed, flicking against me with his tongue, then lapping long and smooth. It didn’t take much for me to decide, 
fuck it
, and I lifted my hips to take ahold of my dick and pumped myself to a furious orgasm.

Will chuckled slightly as I collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted, and he threw me a towel to clean off my hand.

“Thanks,” I told him.

He rolled me gently onto my side and pushed the pillow onto the floor, spooning up behind me and kissing my shoulder. We didn’t use this position all that much; usually we were too forceful with each other, and we always liked positions that meant we had room to move. But I appreciated that he wanted to slow down tonight, so this way was good for both of us.

Will’s breath was hot on my shoulder as he positioned his cock and gently pushed into me. I hissed at the small amount of discomfort, and he stopped immediately.

“Should I stop?” he whispered and kissed my neck.

“No, God no,” I told him. “Just go slow.”

I pulled my legs up further and Will wrapped an arm around me, pressing his hand in the center of my chest as he pushed into me a bit more. It was strange, not using the excess of slippery lubricant we were used to, but not entirely unpleasant. I could feel more, and even though it meant it was taking me longer to adjust to his size, there was something very primal about doing it like this.

Will kept his lips on my skin too, rubbing back and forth across my shoulder and neck, stopping to lick and nip at my flesh occasionally. Finally I felt his hips touch the back of my thighs, indicating that he was all the way inside me. The feeling was intense; it still hurt a bit but in a good way, telling me how tight I must have felt around his cock. He held still for a while, letting me adjust until I was the one rocking myself back onto him, desperate for the feeling of him moving inside me.

“You’re so gentle with me,” I murmured. “I won’t break.”

His forehead, pressed against my shoulder, shook back and forth. “You’re mine. Mine to take care of. Mine to love.” Then, like it was his mantra: “I won’t hurt you.”

Because of the position, he couldn’t thrust in the traditional sense; instead I pumped my hips back and forth and he sort of mirrored my actions, meaning we met in the middle at the deepest point. It was amazing, feeling this fragile and free as he made love to me again with his hand over my heart. My heart, which had belonged to him for a long, long time. I let out a long groan that turned into a gasp of delight as he thrust a little harder.

“Fuck, Jesse,” Will choked out as our rhythm started to build with our desire.

The floodgates opened, so to speak, once we both knew we could voice our pleasure as loud as we wanted, and I cried out as Will started to tug on my piercings, a sure sign that he was close and he wanted me to finish with him.

“I’m so close,” I told him, determined not to touch my cock but needing that little extra bit of pressure to make me come.

“Me too,” he groaned. “Wait for me.”

Will changed the swing of his hips to tilt upward each time he moved and started to rub my prostate with each pass. It was that pressure alongside the burning in my ass that tipped me over the edge, and I came in bursts of profanities as I felt Will spill and come inside me. He immediately pressed his lips to my back again as we fought to settle our pounding hearts and irregular breathing.

I winced as he pulled out of me, and relaxed with a smile as he used the now ruined towel to wipe me down and clean up the residue of my own orgasm as well.

“Tell me, how bad do you hurt?” he demanded as he spooned up behind me again.

I twisted in his arms and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. “It’s okay,” I told him. “A little sore. That was feral, though, Will.”

“In a good way?”

“Hell yeah.”

He exhaled loudly and tucked his knees up behind mine, his hand rubbing slow circles on my chest and arm. “I was really scared of hurting you.”

“You didn’t.”

“Good.”

“If I can’t sit down at breakfast, they’ll know why.”

He chuckled lightly, finally appeased, and I hit his arm. “Good night, Jesse.”

“Night, Sir.”

Chapter 17

I
T
WOULD
have been nice to have a day at home to ourselves to recover from all the crazy of my family for the weekend, but we were both due back at work on Monday morning. I’d purposely booked the flights during the day, because we were traveling back across the time zones—it didn’t eat up as much of our day as the trip out.

Still, travel was always draining, and when we arrived back at the house at two in the afternoon, we both headed straight upstairs for a shower and a nap. We’d probably only done it twice before in our entire relationship—the last time was Will’s birthday a few years back, when we both had raging hangovers.

I curled up in a blanket to sleep facing him, and Will tucked his hands under his face. It was adorable, but I didn’t have the energy to make fun of him about it.

It was a good nap.

I woke to the feel of lips brushing softly over mine, teasing me awake with their gentle touch and parting to capture my bottom lip between them when he felt me stir. It was the most natural thing in the world for me to tumble into a light kiss that deepened in tiny increments as we were ready for it.