Page 57 of Mr. Brightside
His mouth is warm and wet as he licks and nibbles all the way around my hole. I want him so fucking bad it hurts, and I’m about to tell him as much when he spreads my ass cheeks wider, spits on my balls, laps that up with his tongue, and continues the line up to my puckered hole.
He works his spit into me with the tip of his tongue, the slight intrusion sparking an insanely intense reaction through my core.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m lucky I didn’t just come on contact.
I’m about to start begging when Jake speaks first.
“I think you’re just about ready for me, baby.”
I scoff at his blatant understatement.
“Just let me take these shots, and I’ll give you everything you want.”
I feel the liquid hit my back and pool in my Apollo dimples. I can’t resist peering back to watch him over my shoulder. He makes a show of running his tongue down the length of my spine, then finally slurps up the rum. Instead of swallowing, he swills it in his mouth, crawls up the bed, and tilts my chin to face him.
I know exactly what he wants without him asking. I greedily seek his mouth and suck in half the rum, savoring the burn and the warmth, tasting the sweetness from the coconut oil and the saltiness of my skin blending together on both our tongues.
He keeps it up, kissing me senseless, until I’m just about ready to flip over and demand he fucks me.
“Tell me what else you want me to do,” he asks earnestly.
I don’t think he’s actually asking for instructions. But I remember how his eyes gleamed when I talked dirty earlier. He doesn’t need directions; he wants my words.
“Kiss me like you want me. Mark me like you own me. Tease me, taste me, fuck me because you’re mine.”
He groans in response, resting his head on my shoulder and whispering “goddamn” right in my ear. “Say it again.”
I reach back and grip his head, holding his face near mine. “Mine. You’re fucking mine, Jake. This marriage may have been your idea, but now that we’re in it… I own you.”
He moans again, then kisses me in reverence. The kiss is everything. It’s power and it’s submission. It’s loyalty and wanting. It’s his acceptance of my claim. It’s permission to accept what we’re both feeling.
“How do you want me?”
“Take me from behind,” I answer without a hesitation. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since he fingered my ass last night. Him taking control and thrusting into me until we both see stars.
“Hands and knees, baby,” he whispers in my ear as he smacks my ass with his free hand. He gives me one more pornographic kiss before he retreats.
I can hear him lubing himself up as he works a finger into me. The initial burn is there, but I’m already so worked up from the rim job, I easily relax under his touch. He starts strumming me like a fine-tuned instrument. I practically mewl when he brushes my prostate, but he doesn’t linger long.
He works another digit inside, running his free hand over my ass and circling around to grab my dick. He kisses the length of my spine as he preps me. “I got you, baby. Relax for me. You’re doing so good.”
When I’m thrusting back on his hand, he knows I’m ready for more. A minute later, he’s notching his dick in my ass. The burn is nothing to the fire that’s being stoked in my belly. Fuck, do I want this—want him. It takes everything in me to hold still and let him work his way in.
When he’s finally sheathed in my ass, he moans. “Co-ry.” My name is glorious, drawn-out devotion. “Baby, you feel so good. You’re so fucking tight.”
I blush at his praise, then fold forward with that first thrust. The man is huge—I’ve never been this full in my life. He rolls his hips forward, driving into me with so much force my body jolts, and I scramble to grab the headboard again. I fucking love it.
I reach down to wrap my hand around my dick, but don’t make it that far.
“Mine,” he growls possessively as he fists my rock-hard length. “If you get to own me, then I’m staking my claim, too.”
He fucks me and strokes me, building me higher and higher. Every time he moves inside me, I feel a part of my soul blend with his. A sheen of sweat coats my skin, making me feel animalistic and needy. The way he’s hitting just the right spot without any sort of instruction has me lost to the sensation like I’ve never been before. I want more. I want everything. I want to stay lost in this all-consuming state of bliss. In minutes, my toes start tingling.
“Jake,” I choke out.
“Thank fuck,” he grits. “I’m so close, too.” He presses one hand on my low back for traction, then goes wild, thrusting and jacking me to completion. I clench around his length right before we both fall. The tightening of my channel sends him over the edge; my name coming out of his mouth in reverence has me following a moment later. I feel his cum spurt in my ass as my own release pools in his hand.