Page 77 of Mr. Brightside

And Cory always gives as good as he gets. The way this man works me over and burrows into my deepest desires: He’s not just focused on my body. It’s like he’s casting a spell on my soul.

I make my way over to him and hover on his side of the bed. I’m still deep in my feelings: not totally present but desperate for our connection.

“Baby,” I murmur, leaning over to rest my forehead on his. Abandoning the screen, he seeks my gaze immediately. He wraps his arms around my neck; kneads his hands into the tight muscles of my shoulders. His touch calms me as much as it turns me on.

I inhale deeply, letting my senses become overwhelmed by his delicious and oh-so familiar scent. I close my eyes and take in another steadying breath, preparing myself to ask for something I didn’t know I needed until a few minutes ago.

“Will you fuck me tonight?” I whisper.

I scan his face, searching for reluctance or hesitation. We haven’t done this yet. We haven’t even talked about it. But tonight… I need him to take control.

Our foreheads stay pressed together as his Adam’s apple bops up and down.

“Do you… I mean, are we…”

I can see his wheels turning. He’s questioning the timing. But this isn’t just about what happened today. It’s about how deeply I’m in my feelings. My emotions are wreaking havoc on my mind, and suddenly I’m desperate to feel him everywhere.

“I want it. Ineed you.”

I know he’s done it before. So have I. We just haven’t done it like this together.

“Jake.”

My name is a vow on his sweet, kissable lips. An acknowledgment of what’s grown between us over the last several weeks. An oath of what our future holds, even if we haven’t clearly defined what comes next.

“Cory. Please...”

I trail off and turn my head, feeling so damn vulnerable that he’s making me beg. A hint of shame prickles down my spine as the threat of denial lingers between us.

“Hey.” He sits up straight and takes my face in both hands.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I slowly turn my head back in his direction, my eyes downcast until he uses two fingers to tilt my chin.

“I see you,” he declares, studying me through reverent eyes. “I’ve got you,” he adds solemnly before shifting forward and rising to stand.

I watch, transfixed, as he blows out a long breath, runs one hand through his hair, and gingerly sets his glasses on the nightstand. When he turns back to me, his eyes are ablaze.

“Get undressed and get on the bed.”

His words are strong and authoritative. I hurry to pull off my sweats, then perch on the end of the mattress in just my boxers.

I watch him dig through the nightstand drawer and arrange a few pillows. When he looks back at me, my heart jumps into my throat.

“Naked, Jake. I need you naked if you want me to fuck you.”

Goddamn.

I scramble to slide down my boxer briefs as I suck in a trembling breath. I’m so fucking needy right now, but I can’t help it. I’m desperate for his touch. For his love. For his approval. I’d do anything for him.

I rest my hands on the tops of my thighs, tension coursing through my veins as I wait for what’s next. I’ve been naked in front of him so many times. But never like this. Not until now.

His shadow blocks the light as he comes to stand between my legs. “Look at me,” he instructs.

My head shoots up embarrassingly fast. When our eyes lock, my cheeks flush in response.

“I’m going to take such good care of you,” he murmurs as he reaches out and runs both hands through my hair. “I’m going to fuck you until your dick weeps with pleasure.”