Instantly, I’m a hot mess. Who wouldn’t be when he’s huge, hot, ready and saying things like that? I have no choice but to find his thickness with a shaky hand, position it between my thighs and gasp as I sink down slowly, until my ass meets his lap and we’re both breathing heavily, our lower bodies joined together so completely.
“This is new,” his voice scrapes into my neck, his hands everywhere, riding up my throat, fisting my hair, smoothing down my thighs, squeezing my breasts. All the while, I sit on his lap and reel, so full I swear he’s occupying my stomach, my need multiplying with every rough, upward rock of his hips. “You don’t think I felt the way you’ve been watching me? You’ve needed me inside you since we left.”
I gasp as he pulls out halfway and pumps me full. “I can’t help watching you. You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful,” I ramble through gritted teeth.
“If you’re the only one who ever believes that, baby, I’ll die happy. That’s all I’ll ever need.” His fingertips ride up my inner thighs, his middle one finding my clit and petting it lightly. And God, it’s such a turn on, the way he tries to be gentle with me because of our size difference. He can usually manage to hold back until the very end and I love that, too. When he’s lost control and needs to take. That time is growing close. I can tell by the way his hips are beginning to pump, lifting me and letting me smack back down, impaled to the hilt.
“Jerimiah. God God God.”
His finger presses tighter to my clit and jiggles it fast, the way I showed him. “You’re so tight and wet. Still can’t believe you give yourself to me like this. Christ, it feels so fucking good,” he rasps. “Next time, just say, ‘pull over and fuck me.’ Or lift your skirt and show me this pussy. I’ll find a way. I need you just as bad. Always, Birdie. Always.”
That thick male part of him butts up against my G-spot again, again, again—and I come with a whimper, clinging to the steering wheel for dear life. Relief sweeps me from head to toe, twisting and releasing my muscles, leaving them limp. Though my body is replete, I focus on staying in the moment with Jerimiah. I force my thighs wide and I ride his slippery erection up and down, savoring the grated curses and the way he holds me like a priceless artifact while pounding up into me like nobody’s business.
“Birdie,” he groans, ramming my hips up against the steering wheel, pressing me there as his muscular frame shakes and sticky moisture fills me. It’s a glorious feeling giving someone I love pleasure—almost as addictive as taking it for myself—and I lay my head back onto his shoulder and revel in his bliss, memorizing his slack jaw and the teeth marks on his lower lip.
“I love you,” I whisper, moments later. “Let’s go find out if we can live together.”
“I love you, too.” Still panting a little, he kisses me softly on the mouth. “And it’s not a matter of if. It’s a matter of when.”
Comforted, I turn on Jerimiah’s lap and let him stroke my hair until I start to get groggy. Half asleep, I’m only semi-aware of him climbing out of the truck with me in his arms, rounding the bumper and buckling me back into the passenger side. I fall asleep with a smile on my face.
*
Jerimiah
Birdie wasn’t exaggerating.
Jason is one big, mean-mugging motherfucker.
Meaning, we’re roughly the same height and level of fear-inducing as we size each other up on the porch of his St. Augustine house. If there wasn’t a baby gurgling in the sling draped across his body, I might be less inclined to shake his hand, because he looks like he wants to break mine. I don’t blame him one bit. This is Birdie we’re talking about. I know what it’s like to want the best for her. To want her protected and happy.
I’ve mostly stopped hating what I see in the mirror, thanks to my girlfriend and the way she looks at me. Like I’m her hero. But old habits don’t die easily, so I’m very aware of what Jason sees. His little sister just showed up with a giant whose default expression is pretty intense—I’ve tried to remedy that and it’s not something I can control. Not to mention, I’m a senior and she’s been in college for five minutes.
Truthfully, I was ready to move in with her the night we met. I know that’s crazy. But if I hadn’t been worried about coming on too strong or scaring Birdie, I would have made this drive to St. Augustine much sooner. Jason can frown at me all he wants, but my soul mate is holding my hand with total trust so I already have the world. My goal is to make her world safer and I would go through fifteen Jasons to do that. I just need him to hear me out.