As he drew back, he snaked a hand between us to hold himself steady. His eyes searched mine. His voice was low and choked with desire. “Okay?”
My hands were clasped on his back, but I smoothed one up over the curves of toned muscle, not coming to a rest until the offensive blue logo was hidden beneath my palm. He didn’t notice. He was too focused, waiting for me.
I nodded.
Jay eased inside, one slow, patient inch at a time. Blood roared in my ears, but my heartbeat was louder than the drums of OSU’s marching band. Every beat was the boom of a cannon. Could he hear it? Could he feel it?
He sank inside, stretching me full. It felt so good. “Oh, fuck.”
A sound of approval was murmured against my lips. Soft, gentle kisses were what I needed in this first moment he brought us together, and it was exactly what he gave me. The air around us swirled with heat, thickening with each breath.
Then, he moved.
It was a shallow thrust, as if testing my readiness. I tightened my legs around him, trying to give him a signal to keep going. His second thrust was a little faster, a little deeper. Sparks showered along my skin, zipping pleasure outward.
I moaned as Jay established a steady pace, leaving me breathless. I gripped him fiercely, hanging on to his shoulders as he rocked his body against mine. Over and over.
The bedframe and loft were secondhand, so who knew how old they were? It creaked and protested quietly while I writhed beneath him. It knocked against the wall, interrupting our moans with the occasional thump, and as Jay picked up the pace, so did the volume of everything else.
Time fell away.
His hard thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through me, but also banged the metal frame loudly against the drywall, and I was concerned he was going to put a dent in it. Jay looked like the kind of guy who’d break your bed, but I didn’t want him to actually break my bed.
“Let me be on top,” I gasped.
It was like I’d just told him he was going to the Rose Bowl. He pulled out of me, rolled onto his side, and we floundered around on my tiny mattress until he was on his back. I threw my leg over his hips, climbing on.
This was better in so many ways. Seeing him beneath me in my bed, his head on my pillow as he stared up at me, tugged at my heart. I shouldn’t like it, but I loved having him here. I lowered, taking him inside me once more, and blew out a long breath.
I planted my palms flat on his chest and swiveled my hips. His eyes hazed. “Shit, do that again.”
I followed his command, and he seized my breasts, filling the weight of them in his hands. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and the sensation was a lick of heat. I gasped when he moved, encouraging me to help set the tempo. I thought I would be in control when on top, but I should have known better. Jay wasn’t going to sit on the sidelines.
His palms inched down my ribcage as I lifted and slid back down, impaling myself on his firm dick. The sensation was delicious, and my body craved more. I went faster, slamming down on him, forcing a grunt from his throat. His wide, calloused hands continued their descent. Past my waist, until he could grip my hips and urge me faster.
“That’s right,” he said. “Fucking ride me.”
His dirty words lit me up. They flashed a different kind of pleasure which fed into everything else, sending me climbing. I panted as our bodies slapped together. The sound was sharp and furious. Beneath me, his expression twisted with raw need, and he pistoned his body, fucking me just as much as I was him.
The violent crash of us was going to send my head into the ceiling, and I threw my hands up, bracing myself. My breasts bounced with the impact of each thrust, but neither of us slowed. His muscles strained, pushing and pulling me to keep up with the breakneck rhythm he demanded, and gasps poured from his open mouth.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck.”
He seemed to try to pull himself back from the edge, but it was too late. I was yanked down on top of him, flattening my breasts to his chest as he came. It was shocking listening to him lose control, and I grinned against his skin. Every shudder he made and every pulse of him, I was the cause. I’d let this gridiron warrior conquer me, but I’d done it right back to him.
I rode the rise and fall of his heaving chest as he came back together and his thundering heart began to calm. Jay scrubbed a hand over his face, his palm bristling on his stubble. “Jesus. That was,” he let out a final breath to even himself, “amazing.”