When his thigh brushed against my cock, my gasp was guttural and needy. Then he was there, his cock against mine. Two thin barriers between us.
I clamped down on him, wrapping my arms around him as our kiss continued, desire and rightness demanding attention, demanding more from me.
He gasped, disconnecting from the kiss. My eyes jolted open, a tremble of anxiety brushing across my skin. Only heat and wonder reflected in the depth of his oaky eyes. A lazy smile followed, the reaction everything I needed for the trembles to stop.
He wasn’t backing away.
He wanted this.
Wanted me.
“I know we said first base only.” His quiet words pressed against me. My cock twitched, earning me a quirked brow. “How set on that rule are we?”
Darting my gaze around his face, looking for anything hinting at uncertainty, I exhaled lightly, not seeing any. “You want to do more?”
He pushed his hips against mine, his pupils dilating. My groin tightened at the contact, and I bit my bottom lip. The movement pulled his attention to my mouth. When he leaned in and pressed a light kiss and a slight lick against my bottom lip, I released it.
“Ireallywant to do more.”
I didn’t need to ask if he was sure. I had to believe that what was happening—or at least his awareness of me—had been building for a while. That this wasn’t one of the times Jayden simply reacted. And even if it was, the Jayden I knew never had regrets. Ever. Period.
He screwed up? He owned it.
“Me too,” I answered breathily.
There was nothing tentative about his touch. His fingers traced my skin, my chest, swept over my nipples. I shuddered at the contact. He smirked, but rather than teasing, his mouth connected once more with mine.
By the time he reached the material of my boxers, the cotton tight to my skin, I fought hard to not writhe on the bed. I bit back the plea on my lips, begging him to put his hands beneath the elastic waistband.
It turned out I didn’t need to worry. Jayden went for it, his hand dipping in, fingers immediately touching the hot skin of my cock.
He caught my gasp with his mouth, but I angled away, needing the space to concentrate on getting my hand in his boxers.
A light chuckle escaped him at my urgency. The sound relaxed me, offering me that perfect reminder of who exactly this man pressed against me was.
His laughter broke off when I grasped him, feeling the full effect of the weight of his erection and the heat of his flesh. Once in hand, I returned my gaze to his, pumping, focusing on the sensations rippling through me, committing to memory his soft gasps, the light groans, and his shot pupils.
The grip on my cock was steady, just the right side of firm, and when he swept his thumb over the end, spreading the satin smoothness of my precum, I groaned. I chased his kisses, my hand picking up speed, his own mirroring mine.
This was too much. Not enough. Everything, and so much more than I’d dared hope for.
“Fuck,” he grunted out against my mouth when my fingers dipped and caressed his balls. “Do that again.”
Through my lust, I managed to smile, lips barely connected. Jayden smiled back and shivered when I made good on his request. His hand faltered on my cock, and I fucking prayed that meant he was close. The stars appearing in my peripheral vision were closing in. My balls drew tight.
“I’m gonna…,” I said against his mouth.
His nod was the only indication he’d heard me.
And then I was flying, soaring in the blinding tingles sweeping through me. My body jerked, my hand squeezing, and thank fuck when I felt him coat my hand.
We both came down, panting. My mouth found its way to his neck. I pressed my lips against his sweaty skin, once, twice, before angling away. I released him, not caring my hand was sticky, not minding one bit about the mess we made.
A loud huff of breath, along with a chuckle I knew so well, escaped from Jayden as he angled back. Our eyes connected. I didn’t even have to wait for a beat before I was smiling back, and when he leaned in for a quick press of lips against mine, my muscles became like jelly.
Contentment rolled down my spine, reaching every finger and toe.
“We need a shower.” He raised one brow.
