Page 39 of Next Season

“Relax. That is all.”

His fingers were inside me again. Two…three. He made sure I was strung out and close to desperate before pulling away. I hated the empty feeling, but he didn’t make me wait for long. He slid his sheathed dick between my cheeks, grazing my entrance over and over till every nerve in my body was lit up.

And just when I thought he’d make me beg, he pushed his way inside. I tensed immediately. He was big and this was new and I had a bad feeling this would end up being the shortest experiment ever ’cause I couldn’t imagine anything more humiliating than lying facedown on someone else’s mattress, gritting my teeth as I took it up the ass. No, thanks.

I shifted my weight to my hands, intending to tackle him, then distract him with the best BJ ever. Jean-Claude had other ideas.

He motioned for me to lie on my back.

I kneeled instead, scooting to face him. “No. Let me—"

He kissed me, hard and needy, brushing our noses as he raked my bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you trust me, Riley?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want to see you spread your thighs, and show yourself to me,” he demanded.

Gulp.

“I can’t believe you say shit like that to me.” Of course, I obeyed to the T—legs open with my hard-as-nails dick leaking precum on my belly.

He didn’t reply. His gaze was locked on my ass as he guided his cock to my hole, breaching me inch by glorious inch. My breath hitched, driving my lungs into my throat. I didn’t dare exhale until he was fully seated.

“Okay?” he asked, threading his fingers in my hair.

I swallowed around the Sahara in my throat and nodded.

It hurt for sure, but as the pain faded, it started to feel kind of amazing. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I rested them on his chest, idly rubbing his nipples with the pads of my thumbs. He liked that. He captured one of my wrists, pulled all the way out, and plunged inside again.

“Holy fuck! That’s good. So good. Oh, yeah. Just like that,” I babbled.

Jean-Claude bent to kiss me, slipping his tongue between my lips as he finally began to move, sweet and steady. And wow…I’d never dreamed it could be this good. Never. I’d never felt so many sensations at once—layer upon layer. His hands pinning me to the mattress, his belly rubbing my cock, his beard on my cheek, his soft lips on mine, and those urgent, soul-sweeping kisses—all moving in time to the rhythm he set with his hips.

Yeah, his dick felt incredible, but it was him. The way he surrounded me, held me, cared for me, and fucked me like a god, powerful and majestic. He seemed to know exactly what I needed, gradually upping the pace and snapping his hips while I moaned his name and raked my nails down his back.

The headboard beat a rapid tattoo and the bedsprings creaked in protest as we came together, grunting and sighing in a fevered frenzy. His hips pistoned faster and faster still. My balls drew tight and—damn it, I was too close.

“Stroke yourself.”

I gasped as he pounded my prostate. “I can’t. I’ll come.”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Jean-Claude wrapped his big hand around my throbbing pole, and that was pretty much the end of me.

Cum shot in an impressive arc over his fist and across my torso. I swear, I felt it on my chin too. I cried out, stunned and spent by the sheer magnitude of my release. I saw stars as he roared, bucking his hips and filling the condom.

I fell into a blissed-out hazy state in the aftermath. I couldn’t remember moving at all, but I must have cleaned up and maybe even showered before falling asleep on his chest. It was dark when I blinked awake and glanced over at Jean-Claude, who was eyeing me cautiously.

“It’s late,” I mumbled, rolling to face him, forcing my foot between his calves. “Are you hungry?”

He nodded, his voice rough from sleep. “Yes. I’ll make us something to eat, but first…I have to ask if you’re okay.”

A burst of affection made my heart swell. I brushed his hair from his forehead and kissed his nose. “I’m great. That was…”

“Great?” he supplied.

I snickered. “Yeah. Great. I’m not fragile, you know. I’m not gonna freak out, so don’t worry about that. I’ve wanted every single thing we’ve done, no regrets.”

“But you’re straight. You told me yourself when you ordered your seventy-five tuna salad sandwiches.”