Page 112 of Best Wrong Thing

It’s our last full day here. Our only plans are to lounge by the pool with Mum. Why is Jacob waking me?

“Five thirty.”

“Wah? Why?” Okay, my alarm will go off in half an hour, but six is far more reasonable than five thirty.

“I thought you might want to go running before our trip.”

I frown. “Trip? What trip?”

He chuckles and pecks my lips. “It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise that requires waking up this early?”

“I thought you were a morning person.”

“I am, but five thirty is unreasonable.”

“You don’t have to go for a run.”

I hook my arm around his neck and pull him to me for a kiss. “You’re right. I don’t. I can get my morning exercise right here in bed. With you.”

“Good plan.”

He lies over me, kissing me hard. My body tingles.

“Better than a run?” he asks.

“Hmm.” It’s the only sound I can make because he kisses me again, his tongue plundering my wanting mouth.

“And a swim?” He sweeps his palm over my nipple, making it hard.

“Oh! Yes.”

“Will you forgive me for waking you early?” He grinds against me, rubbing our cocks together.

“I think so.”

He sucks my lower lip into his mouth and nips it playfully. “Youthinkso?” He half pulls away.

“I forgive you!”

He grins and presses against me, kissing me feverishly. I stroke my hands over his back, using my nails to lightly scratch him. I adore the way his muscles move and flex beneath my touch. He kisses my lips, jaw, neck, and collarbone, all the while moving his hips against mine, teasing me until I’m delirious with need.

“Need you,” I say, my voice breathless.

“Need you too.”

He pecks my lips and leaves me long enough to retrieve a condom and lube. When he returns, he kneels between my splayed legs and gently coaxes me to bring my knees to my chest so my arsehole is bared. Bearing his weight through one arm, he kisses me and warms me up. His lips and tongue are wonderfully attentive. He uses his fingers skilfully, bringing me to the brink without tipping me over the edge. I’m a mess of need. The love I have for him is an ever-increasing ball of warmth in my heart. It’s weird. Since the moment I admitted I loved him, everything has been heightened. My need to be with him. My need to love and cherish him. My need to comfort and hold him. I have never needed someone so much.

“Jacob.” He pushes his fingers deep, and I arch my back. I rake my nails over his back and flop my other hand above my head. He’s turned me into a writhing, desperate mess. My body aches for him. “I need you inside me, Jacob.”

He rewards my plea by using his tongue to make love to my mouth. I suck it desperately, but it’s not enough.

“I fucking need you. Now.” I’m whining, but I don’t care.

He opens the condom and rolls it onto his cock, then jerks himself off a few times to get his length slick with lube.

He touches my nose with his. “How do you want me?”