Page 103 of Best Wrong Thing

I hold my cock steady while he gets himself in the right position and slowly slides onto it, breathing out. I stroke his arm. Have I prepared him enough? He said he was ready. I trust him.

His arse squeezes around my cock. “Oh, fuck, Jacob, you feel amazing.”

He puffs out a breath and smiles. “So do you.” He leans forward and kisses me long and deep. He rests his forearms on either side of my face, runs his fingers through my hair, and stares into my eyes. “I love you, Archer.”

Emotion flutters in my chest and lodges in my throat. I blink repeatedly, but tears still cloud my vision. “I love you too.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Just a little overwhelmed and so very in love.”

Since I first declared those words last night, they’ve burrowed into my heart. A small seed at first, but over the hours, that seed has taken root, grown, and is blossoming into something wonderful. If this is what being in love feels like, I never want it to end.

He arches a brow. “That’s all?”

“Yeah.” I hold his hips and brush my fingers over his skin. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“Nor have I.” He kisses me again, deeper and longer than the last. He massages my lips as he makes love to me.

I groan into his mouth and tangle my tongue with his. Despite the urge to thrust up into him, I keep still. I want him to have total control. I want him to enjoy me being inside him. I want this to be the best experience he’s ever had bottoming.

“Archer,” he murmurs and kisses me again, more desperate and needy. He rocks his hips harder and faster, taking me deeper. “I fucking love you.”

“You love me, or you love fucking me?”

“Both. And being fucked by you.” He slams his lips against mine and slips his tongue into my wanting mouth.

I hold him tight, helping him rise and fall on my cock.

“And making love to you.” He seeks out my lips again, embracing me.

We’re rolling until he’s on his back, and I’m on top. He wraps his legs around my waist and applies pressure, pulling my cock deep inside him. I gasp, grunt, and groan as I thrust into him. He moves to the same rhythm. We kiss. Our lips only part for the briefest of moments. Our hands explore each other’s bodies. We whisper words of love and desire.

“I love you. I need you.” I slip my hand between our hot, sweaty bodies and grasp his hard cock.

His arse tightens around my length. He kisses me hard and comes, his body trembling beneath mine, and his cum splatters my hand and our stomachs. I’m seconds behind him. My orgasm rocks my body, leaving me breathless as the room spins around us. I rest my head on his shoulder and lie panting and spent.

He strokes my back and kisses my hair. “Thank you.”

I brush my lips over his collarbone. “I should be thanking you.”

He snort-laughs. “Let’s just agree that was great.”

“Mm, next-level sex.”

Jacob chuckles. “We should shower.”

“Now?”

“Yes, we stink. And while some of it is a sexy stench, the rest isn’t.”

I wrinkle my nose. “Good point, well made. But can’t we stay here for a while longer?” I nuzzle against him.

“We can cuddle for the rest of the day once we’re clean.” He taps my shoulder. “Come on.”

“You’re a meanie.”

“You’ll thank me when I smell nicer.”