Jagged Edge

“Knock yourself out.”

His rough fingertips trace the upraised scar, then the words on my chest, over my pounding heart. Livvy’s name.

He draws back, lashes shadowing his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“What for?” My voice is raw, like my feelings.

“Your friend.” He leans in, brushes his mouth over mine, presses his chest and his half-hard dick into me, and I’m lost in his taste. All too soon, he steps back, moving away again, his eyes distant. “I didn’t lose anyone. Didn’t have anyone to lose. Not that I can remember of. I don’t know much about loss, but I know about pain, so I’m sorry.”

Goddammit.

“Wait.” He says such heartbreaking things sometimes, and I’m not even sure he realizes. I open my arms. “Come back here.”

He shoots me a suspicious look. “What, we doing that hugging thing again?”

“Yeah. Told you. I like holding you.”

He frowns, and hell, he looks cute when he’s confused. He grumbles something I don’t catch, hesitates, but then he does comes over, and I fold him up in a tight hug, relieved. This is better. He’s getting used to me. To my touch. To gentleness.

“I’ll be doing this every day,” I say against his soft hair. This is a promise. “Hugging you, holding you. Every day, and every night. That’s what happens when you’re my boyfriend. When you let me be your family.”

“It does, huh?” he whispers, his face mashed to my shoulder, but his voice is small.

I lift one hand, stroke the back of his neck. He likes that, a shuddery sigh leaving his lips, and my throat goes tight. “Yeah.”

He eventually shifts, and I realize he’s getting fully hard, his cock pushing into my hip. He lifts his head and grins at me. “So, this boyfriend thing… what else does it mean? Like, do I get to fuck you, too?”

I take him on the sofa, from behind, sinking into him slowly, letting him feel me. He’s on all fours, rocking back, his muscular ass clenching around my cock.

“God. Raine.” He shudders as he leans back more, taking my cock in all the way. “So good.”

Wrapping an arm around his middle, I lean back, hauling him against me. My cock sinks in deeper, and his ass clenches again, milking me, drawing a groan from my throat. Even through the lubed condom I’ve put on, I feel the burning heat of his body.

Good? Just good? This is downright crazy. I’m about to shoot my load, and we’ve barely begun. Leaning against the backrest, I wrap my other hand around his throat, feeling him swallow, then trail my fingers up, over his chin, over his mouth. I slip two fingers into his mouth, and he moans around them, sucking.

Ah fuck. Electric shocks shoot from my fingertips straight to my balls, and I roll up my hips, thrusting into him. He bites lightly down into my flesh and my dick jerks.

Shit, not yet. I pull my fingers out, cup his jaw and tug until his head drops back on my shoulder. He’s panting, thighs trembling as he lifts up and sinks down on my hard-on. Another choked moan escapes him, and I wonder how it would feel if he fucked me, if I was the one impaled on his cock. How that pierced dick would feel inside me, stretching me, filling me up, driving me crazy with need.

Yeah, I’d bottom for him, even if I’ve never done it before in my life, and the thought makes me even harder.

“Raine.” His strangled whisper has me reaching around, stopping his hand from touching his cock. “Need to come.”

“Not yet.” I pull his hand back and lift it to his pierced nipple. “Play with this first.”

A low moan is my answer as he starts tugging on the piercing, but I feel the way his body responds, tensing and tightening around my dick.

My mouth opens, but I can’t find words for this pleasure, this wanting. It’s never been like this for me, ever. His body arches, his harsh breaths filling my ears, and suddenly I know I need to see his face. Have to see his expression when he comes, feel his dick pulsing between us.

“Jase.”

“What?” He’s trembling, and I know he’s so close he could come without either of us touching his dick. “Holy fuck...”

That as I slowly push him off my cock. “Turn around. Face me.”

“Why, what…?” I pull on his arm until he complies, stiffly turning to straddle me with his dick poking me in the chest and his legs folded up at my sides. “Dammit, what the fuck are you doing?”

“This.” I cup his face. “Love you, Jase.”