“I’m your brat.” I lean forward, relishing the touch of his hand on my face. Wanting him. Wanting this more than I’ve ever wanted anything. “I have lube. We’ve been tested. I want this.”
He lets out a shaky breath and then nods silently. No more words.
We don’t need them.
I grab the lube packet from my jeans and open it, my nerves starting to kick up a little, but Jasper won’t have that. He’s back to his sure, confident self when he takes the lube packet in his hand, squirting a generous amount into his hand. I think he’s going to finger me again, but instead he slicks up his cock and then mine.
His free hand wraps around the back of my neck and he pulls me in for a kiss, his lips doing the directing now, telling me to relax. His mouth calming me as he strokes us both together in his big hand.
I get lost in the moment. Just feeling. His tongue stroking over mine. Our hard shafts pressing together as we thrust into his fist. The nerves are gone, and it’s just him and me and the rain.
I grip his shoulders and lift up when he slides his hand down my back and over my ass, he adds more lube to his hands before he wraps one around us again and then uses the other to press lube into my hole.
One finger, then two, then three.
It’s a stretch and a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t take long before I’m thrusting into his fist and then pushing back on his fingers, riding them and begging him to make me come.
“Do you want to come just like this, baby?” he asks against my lips. “Or do you want my dick inside you?”
“Ngh,” I barely choke out. He’s stolen my ability to form words. “I don’t know,” I gasp, riding his fingers and enjoying the feel of his leaking cock sliding against mine in the tight grip of his fist.
I’m close, nearly blowing when he strokes over my prostate, but I stop him.
“Your dick. I want this.” I make the decision and pull back to look into his eyes, making sure he wants this too.
He gives me a clipped, stilted nod, and I’d think he was having second thoughts if I didn’t know him better. He wants this too. He removes his fingers, leaving me achy and needy, but he encourages me to lift up, gripping his cock and guiding it to my hole.
“You’re in charge,” he whispers against my lips and then lets go of his own dick to grab mine, slowly stroking me as I breathe raggedly and lower myself down onto the head of his thick shaft.
“Oh fuck,” he says, his free hand gripping my hip, his nails digging into my skin as he strokes me slowly and carefully, his thumb swiping over my tip and making me shiver.
It hurts. I can’t lie. I only get the head of his cock inside me before I have to stop. But then I lean forward and kiss him, letting my body relax before I take more inside me. The muscles give way and allow him access, and soon he’s filling me to the brim, deeply seated and making us one.
The burn fades, and soon I’m rolling my hips, lifting up and taking him back into my body over and over as he strokes me and kisses down my neck and back up to my lips, whispering encouraging words about how well I’m fucking him.
He lets me take control, despite him being the one inside me. He lets me use his body, but he’s an active participant, for damn sure. When we find just the right angle, where his cockhead strokes over my prostate, I nearly lose it, dribbling precum all over his hand.
“Close. So close,” I say, gripping his shoulders and riding him, hitting that spot deep inside me over and over as he thrusts up with sure, precise strokes.
“So good. So damn good,” he says, swallowing my tongue and licking into my mouth as he fucks me so good, I know I’m ruined for anyone else.
This is all I want.
He’s all I want.
I come, my cock jerking in his hand and spraying all over him, my ass clenching tight around his dick that jerks inside me, and I can feel the heat of his cum when he finds his own release.
I rest my body against his, his cock still inside me but starting to soften. My eyes close when he starts to run both his hands down my spine.
I want to stay here forever.
TWENTY-FOUR
“We have to hurry. We have chores and then the farmers’ market,” I say, letting my hands drag over his wet chest.
“Then hurry up.” I can hear his smirk, even though he’s facing away from me.
It’s been two weeks since that day in my truck. It started off so awful, a real low point in my life, but ended up being one of the best days of my life. I let go. I just gave it all to him.
