He chuckles. “That’s about to change,” he says, not in a cocky way, but in a confident way.
“I don’t think—”
“That’s right. I don’t want you to think.” He stands, and his cock is right there, right in front of my mouth, pre-come dripping from his crown. If I wanted him in my mouth—wanted to wet my parched throat—all I’d have to do is part my lips. “When my cock is inside you, you don’t think. You just feel.”
“I don’t want to think, Jamie.” Needing to taste him, I widen my lips, lean forward and take him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. “Holy fuck, Fallon,” he cries out and grips my hair.
I glance up at him with a mouthful of his fat cock, and take in the shock and heat in his dark eyes. “What,” I say, sliding him from my lips. “You don’t like?” I stroke the long length of him, and cup and massage his balls as they draw tight.
“Oh, I like. I like a lot.” His grip on my hair tightens as I take him in again, running my tongue over his long length, and licking his bulging veins as they fill with heated blood.
I soften my tongue, run it over his crown and murmur, “I like it too.” Those words seem to do something to him, something fierce and carnal. His hips power forward, and I relax my throat as he slides into it. Never in my life have I taken a man so deeply before, but with him, I can’t get enough. I want him all. I want everything.
He tugs on my hair, but I want more, I want him to come in my mouth, but he has other ideas. I moan in protest when he inches out of my mouth, but that moan turns to a whimper of
pleasure when I see the fire in his eyes.
He grips my arms, lifts me to my feet and plants a kiss onto my mouth. “I need to fuck you,” he growls, and slides a hand between my legs. He strokes my hot sex, inserts a finger. “I think you need that too.”
“I need this,” I say and wrap my hand around his throbbing cock.
He picks me up, climbs onto the bed and walks on his knees to center me on the mattress. Widening my legs, he climbs in between them, and falls over me, taking my hard nipple into his mouth. “I know I need to spend more time here, but it will have to wait. Right now, I need inside your sweet pussy.” He plunges a finger into me, and I swear I nearly come again.
Going back on his heels, he grips his cock, strokes twice and lets his gaze fall from my face to my legs and back again. Goosebumps break out on my skin, even though he hasn’t even touched me, but his gaze strokes over my flesh like a caress. No man has ever looked at me with such worship in his eyes. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. “I’m going to make this so good for you, you’re going to feel the effects a week from now. I promise you that,” he murmurs.
“Please, Jamie.”
He leans over me, and positions his crown at my center. His nostrils flare, and my entire body quakes, so damn eager for him to fill me. But then he clenches his jaw, the muscles rippling in the lamplight and my heart goes into my throat. Please tell me he’s not having second thoughts. I’m about to squirm out from beneath him, but he pins me with his body weight.
“Condom,” he murmurs. “I don’t have a fucking condom.”
“Oh, I thought…”
His eyes narrow on mine. “Thought what?” he asks.
“I thought…I thought you’d changed your mind,” I say.
He stares at me for a long moment, then shakes his head. “Fuck, Fallon. You are the hottest woman I know. The sexiest. I am the luckiest guy on the planet right now.”
I study the heat in his eyes, the way black pupils bleed into the brown. There is nothing in his expression to suggest he’s lying, and that thrills me to the core. Heat sparks through me, a new kind of need zinging through my body.
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
“I’ve been with women, Fallon. But I always use a condom. Always.”
“Oh, okay,” I say, and swallowing down the disappointment rising up in my throat, I begin to squirm out again.
He presses down on me. “No, you don’t understand. I want you. Condom or not. I want you and what I meant was, I’m clean. I’ve never had sex without a condom before. Not even with…”
He lets his words fall off, but he doesn’t need to finish the sentence for me to understand. “Fuck me, Jamie. Put your cock in me. It’s what I want.”
With a nod, he presses his mouth to mine, and powers into me. Air leaves my lungs in a whoosh as he spreads me wide, fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before. He stills high inside me, giving me a second to catch up.
“You good?” he asks after a long moment.
“Better than good,” I answer and move my hips. He growls into the hollow of my throat.
“I’m so fucking close already,” he murmurs, and inches out, only to slide back in again. I put my legs around him and run my hands through his damp hair as we fuck, both taking and giving what we need to sate the physical ache inside us.