The End Zone (Atlanta Lightning 2)

“You’re mine too. You are so goddamned mine.”

When he slipped his fingers out, I nearly begged him to give them to me again. I’d never begged during sex in my life, but I would with him. Before I could, his tongue was there again, pushing at my rim, sliding in, and…holy fuck, I’d never had a tongue inside me before.

It made my whole world spin.

I leaned over, resting on my elbows, hands fisted in the blankets and mouth biting the pillow as Jeremy alternated using his fingers and his tongue on me. There was nothing like it, nothing like being with him, and when he said, “You’re leaking all over the place. You really are a hungry bottom,” I couldn’t even deny it.

“Fuck me, Angel.”

“Those aren’t words I thought I’d ever hear.”

I chuckled.

“No more tongue. I need the lube, and we’ll get three fingers inside you before you take my cock.”

I nodded, trusting him.

He reached over, grabbed the lube and a condom from the nightstand, and tossed the square packet to the mattress. He slicked his fingers again before pressing against me, starting with two this time, and I melted into it, pushing back against him, riding them.

When I felt more pressure, the growing sensation of being stretched, I knew he was working a third inside me. “Look at you. God, I love your body.” Jeremy slid his other arm around my torso and wrapped a hand around my cock. “So beautiful…and this big fucking dick I get to ride.”

Said dick pulsed, my body automatically loosening up for him.

“There we go, that’s it. I could do this forever, be with you like this forever.”

I pushed back against him, wanted more of him to breach me. His words, his voice, had that power over me. “More,” I demanded.

“What if I’m not ready to give you more?” Jeremy pushed his fingers in deeper, stroking me at the same time.

“You’re a sadist.” I gritted my teeth. My balls ached. “You want to make me suffer.”

“I want to make you feel good.” He kissed my back. “I always want to make you feel good.”

“You do.”

Jeremy kept teasing my sensitive skin with his lips, then let go of me and pulled out. He backed up to rip open the condom, and I watched as he rolled it down his erection.

I was going to get fucked…he would be inside me. I waited for the fear to come, or to change my mind and say I wasn’t ready, but that didn’t happen. I craved every part of him, and even though there were nerves, my desire eclipsed them.

Jeremy knelt behind me, lubing his shaft and then me. “I’m afraid I’ll come the second I’m filling you up.”

“You do that, and I’ll kick your ass. You gotta make my first time perfect for me,” I joked.

“No pressure at all, huh?”

“It’s already great.”

The corners of his mouth softened. Not that they’d been hard before, but they eased with the emotion he felt for me. “Same, but who knew you were so sappy?”

“You tell anyone, and we’re gonna be in trouble.” I wiggled my ass. “You gonna do this, or what? I don’t have all day.”

He smiled, then grabbed the base of his erection, nudging it at me. There was the pressure I’d become familiar with from his fingers, but this was different since I knew it was his cock. I watched him over my shoulder, our eyes locked on each other.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamned tight.”

“I better be,” I joked.

“Stop trying to make me laugh during sex.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” As soon as I finished speaking, he pushed in farther, making me hiss.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s good. Keep going.” I loved that he didn’t ask me if I was sure. He pushed, and I eased back, the two of us meeting when I was fully stretched out, his groin pressed tight against my ass. “Wait…just a minute.”

“Oh God, it might kill me. Jesus, we’ll really make headlines if you have to call 911 because I died while fucking you.”

I laughed.

“Shit. Fuck. Don’t do that. Your ass convulses around me when you do.”

“Then start moving,” I said, ready to really feel him taking me.

Jeremy didn’t need me to tell him again. He eased back before snapping his hips forward again, and I told him, “Yesssss, keep going.”

He obeyed, pumping into me with long, fast strokes. I moved with him, loving the slide of his cock in and out, rubbing against my prostate with each thrust.

I hadn’t known it was possible, but my balls ached more, tightened and filled with come. My slit leaked, a long stripe of precome dripping onto the bed beneath me. My dick bobbed with each of our ministrations, the pressure building inside me more and more.

I wrapped a hand around myself and began to stroke. Jeremy knocked it away. “This is mine to play with.”