Body and Soul (Twist of Fate 3)

“Can’t wait,” I snapped as I ripped at his own zipper. He grabbed my hand to still it.

“Shh,” he murmured. “Let me make you feel good.”

I wanted him inside of me so badly I was ready to cry. But I was also too desperate to slow down enough to argue about it or suggest we move things inside.

I was also a bit afraid that if I voiced that thought, it would bring him to his senses.

“Fuck,” Jake growled as his fist tightened on my cock, sending my eyes back in my head. “So beautiful, Oz,” he murmured as his mouth searched out mine again. “Everything about you is just so damn beautiful.”

My heart constricted painfully in my chest at that. How many times had I wanted someone to say something like that to me? Most guys remarked on how good-looking I was or how they loved some aspect of my body, but it always ended there. And even if Jake hadn’t actually said the words, I believed in my heart he was talking about more than just my body being beautiful.

“Need you so bad, Jake,” I murmured against his mouth.

“Take what you need, baby,” Jake returned, then he kissed me again.

My body was strung so tight with need that I didn’t even want to pause long enough to figure out how I could get him inside of me without having to move off him. Jake fixed the problem when he suddenly eased his finger into my mouth and demanded, “Get it wet.”

I groaned and did what he said. When his wet finger returned to my crease, I held my breath. He rubbed my hole a few times, then pushed inside.

Slow.

Hard.

Deep.

Really fucking deep.

Deep enough to find that spot inside of me that was sure to end things before they’d really begun. I quickly leaned forward enough so I could wrap my arms tighter around his neck and lean up to give him better access. We both let out moans as he instinctively arched up into me. Fog steamed up the windows, hiding us away from the world and the storm that was only now starting to rage outside. I began pumping into his hand as Jake thrust the finger of his other in and out of me, hitting my prostate on every pass.

“I’m not going to last,” I admitted. My dick was slick from the pre-cum dripping between Jake’s fingers, and it made the glide so fucking good.

“So sexy,” Jake whispered against my mouth. “Let go, baby. Wanna watch you come.”

I didn’t want to come alone, I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. As soon as I had that thought, though, he chose that moment to apply more pressure to my gland. I began fucking his finger as frantically as I fucked his hand. My body ached with the need to come, but I was also reluctant for it to end. Suddenly, I had little choice in the matter because the orgasm began pulsing in my balls and working its way up my spine and out to my limbs.

“Jake,” I cried. I was so close but so fucking scared of it.

“Come for me, Oz.”

His voice was low and hoarse. His lips were against mine, but he wasn’t kissing me.

Probably because neither one of us was capable of it.

I clutched Jake’s shoulders as I frantically writhed against him. I cried out when the orgasm slammed into me. Hot cum hit my chest, then my neck. I called out to Jake as the blessed relief coursed through my bloodstream. He eased his finger out of me, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me against his chest, not caring about the mess. He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses against the skin of my neck. I was still breathing too hard to move or speak, so I just clung to him for a while. Even though the cab of the truck was warm, a chill began to seep through my body as the orgasm waned, and I felt Jake’s grip tighten on me just a little.

“Oz—”

“Don’t,” I said with a shake of my head. “I already know.”

He was still leaving. The last few minutes, as incredible as they’d been, had changed nothing for him.

Unfortunately, they’d changed everything for me.

I released the gentle grip I still had on his neck and sat back. I snagged my shirt from the seat and quickly wiped the cum off my skin and then climbed off him. Since I didn’t want to put my shirt back on, I shrugged on my jacket. When Jake made a move to help me button it up, I said, “I’m fine” and jerked away from him.

Because I knew if he touched me even once, I’d break down and beg him not to do this to me… to us.