Beneath This Man (This Man 2)

‘That makes me happy too. Again?’ he asks, but he’s already on his way back down the runner.

‘Please.’ We jolt again at the end of the line. ‘Wow!’ I blurt as the ache in my stomach transforms into a slow climb to climax.

We’re travelling back up the runner, a bit faster this time.

Jolt!

‘Oh!’

‘I know,’ he whispers. ‘More?’

‘Yes!’ I plunge my tongue into his mouth desperately.

He slides us down slowly, but doesn’t let it hit the end this time. Instead, he pushes off with his feet and sends us gliding up the runner. We hit the end with such force, our bodies collide hard and I have to release his lips and bury my face in his shoulder on a choked scream.

‘Oh shit!’ he strains and repeats the same delicious move.

Slide and hit!

This is intense. I’ve never felt him so deep. I rest my mouth on his shoulder, resisting the urge to clamp onto him with my teeth, my hands moving onto the back of his head to hold me steady as he slides us back down the runner, ready for another crash to the top. My insides are furling, and I can feel him twitching and kicking inside me. He catapults us back up the runner and when we hit the top, my teeth sink into his shoulder and I cry out in pure, exquisite pleasure.

‘Fuck, Ava!’

I release my teeth and kiss my bite mark as we descend again.

‘Get your teeth back into my shoulder.’ he pants.

Oh, he likes it. I recall many times when I have bit him and stabbed him with my nails. I do as I’m bid and moan against him as I bite his shoulder on a crash.

‘Shit, I’m going to come,’ he yells, letting us roll back down the runner. ‘You ready?’

‘Yes!’ I wrap my mouth around his shoulder and clamp my teeth lightly, ready for his assault.

He lets loose.

There are no more controlled movements. He slides and crashes us relentlessly as I clamp onto him with my teeth and fingernails. The intensity of his muscled length pounding me deeply has me screaming his name against his shoulder. I start to feel fireworks fizzing as he continues with the slides and hits, pushing me towards ultimate detonation. The relentless throbbing and beating of his erection deep inside me has me sprinting to the finish and I’m gone, pushed into ecstasy on a loud crash and a cry from both of us. I sink my teeth in once more, sending Jesse into a bucking fit as his hips fly up and he shouts loudly.

Oh my God.

I’m still pulsing and riding out my orgasm when I’m vaguely aware of being gently rocked back and forth, the slight motion draining everything he has to give me.

I pull my face away from his shoulder and plant a kiss on the bite mark.

‘You’re a savage, lady.’ He twists his head to take a look at himself, and then his eyes flick to mine.

Taking possession of my mouth, he kisses me deeply and I squeeze him in my arms, joining him in his blissful oblivion. I could stay like this forever, completely encased in Jesse.

‘I’m going to take you to bed and sleep all night buried deep inside you.’ He slowly begins to lift, keeping us connected. ‘Kiss me, now.’ he commands as he starts striding out of the gym with me wrapped around his waist. I run my hands through his hair and gently yank it before slowly lowering my lips to his.

‘Savage.’ he says against my lips.

I smirk and open my eyes as he takes the stairs, finding him staring at me as our tongues dance leisurely between our mouths. I hold his eyes with mine the entire way to the bedroom where he lowers me to the bed under him. I can feel him hardening inside me again. This man is relentless.

Hooking his arm under my lower back, he shifts me up the bed until my head finds a pillow, our mouths and bodies remaining locked the whole journey.

‘Stay with me.’ he says, pulling back and brushing my hair away from my face. He studies me intently, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction at having me in his arms.

‘I’m here.’

‘Move in with me.’ He drops his face and circles my nose with his.

Oh? Does this man know the meaning of the word gradual? He’s being a bit hasty, and we still haven’t discussed any of the more important stuff – like The Manor and work and his challenging ways.

‘I want you here when I go to sleep.’ He licks my bottom lip. ‘And I want you here when I wake up. Starting and ending my day with you is all I need.’

Now, I’m fully aware that if I don’t give the answer he wants, I’m facing an attack of the sulks or a sense f**k, and I don’t want to spoil this moment. I need this moment. ‘Do you not think this is all a bit soon?’ I ask.

He pulls his face up, his expression not quite sulky, but well on its way. ‘You obviously do.’

‘It’s been two days.’ I try to reason with him.

He frowns. ‘Two days since what?’ He lifts his torso up and slips out from me a little, planting his forearms into the mattress on either side of my head. He plunges forward and my breath catches in my throat. ‘I want this every morning and every night.’ He smirks, knowing damn well what he’s doing to me. He’s going to hit me with a sense f**k. ‘And maybe a bit in between.’ He lazily pulls back and slowly pushes forward again. I clench my eyes closed. I’m not fooled that he is about to make love to me. Maybe, if I agree, I’ll get gentle Jesse, but I’m really not sure about living with him.

‘You only want me for my body.’ I feign shock on a rushed breath.

He gasps and drives long and controlled into me. ‘You don’t want this?’