She nodded. “I’m okay.” She took a few deep breaths and her body slowly started to melt again.
I eased in a little more, then stilled my hips and distracted her by kissing her collarbone, whispering dirty things in her ear, and thumbing her nipples. I had to do this three more times before I was fully inside her. She was so fucking tight I wasn’t sure I was actually going to be able to move. I pulled out slightly and then slid back in. “You okay?”
Bryan took another deep breath and then let her nails rake down my back. “I’m good, now. I promise.” She grabbed my ass, urging my hips toward her. “Please…”
I was sweating from holding back. I was still somewhat terrified that I was too much, that I would hurt her. But when she started arching under me, all that flew out the window. I had wanted this for so long. I had wanted her from the moment I met her. I pulled out and surged back in. “Fuck,” I whispered against her skin. “You feel so fucking perfect, doll.”
She brought her legs up higher on my hips. “More.”
I pumped into her, over and over. She was meeting me now, matching me thrust for thrust. We were both panting. I gripped her ass, angling her up so I could dive deeper. Give her everything I had. “Fuck…” This time it was more of a groan. I couldn’t seem to say anything else. My brain had completely shut down. I could feel my orgasm building. I needed her to get there. I reached between our bodies, rubbing her clit with two fingers.
“Oh god. Don’t stop.” I put my hand over her mouth, muffling her cries.
We were both so close to the edge. Neither one of us could hold back. I was nailing into her, dripping sweat onto her chest, and she was getting louder by the second. I needed to end this before we brought the whole fucking house down. I rested my forehead against hers, angled her hips a little more, and whispered, “Come for me, baby.”
I felt her body tighten, and when she called out my name as she came I covered her mouth with mine. Swallowing her words and exploding inside her. I rolled to the side so I didn’t crush her under my weight. We were lying side by side, breathing heavy and staring at the ceiling. “Holy fuck.” I turned to her, smiling like a kid after his first time. “Marry. Me.”
She rolled her eyes. “No.” She propped herself up on her elbow. “But we can do that every damn night from here to eternity.”
I grinned. I loved that this moment wasn’t awkward or loaded with silence. We’d kissed, we’d touched, and fucked and we were still Jacks and Bryan. We were still laughing and joking. And she was still here wanting more. “Being inside you is now my favorite place in the world.”
She scooted over and laid her head on my chest, “Oh yeah? What held the title before me?”
I ran my fingers up and down her side. Her skin was so warm and smooth. I kissed the top of her head. I never wanted to let her go. “The stage.”
She kissed my chest. “You love performing?”
“Yeah, it’s addicting. The energy, the crowd.” I palmed her ass, squeezing. “Now you’re my favorite high.”
We were both quiet for a few seconds and then she sighed. “As much as I hate to say this, we should get dressed.” She sat up and reached for her discarded shirt. “If Landry wakes up from another nightmare or walks in here…”
I grabbed her shirt out of her hands, throwing it into the bathroom and out of her reach. “If you insist on being responsible and sleeping in clothes, then you’re sleeping in mine.” I loved seeing her in my shirts; I loved watching her walk into the kitchen first thing in the morning wrapped up in me. And to be honest, seeing my chick wearing a vintage Nirvana shirt and nothing else? Hot. As. Fuck. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and went to my dresser. I pulled out a t-shirt for her and pair of shorts for me.
“Hey, Jacks?”
“Hmm?”
“Could you maybe get me some ibuprofen? I’m a little, uh, I mean I’m totally fine but…”
I turned to her, frowning. “You have a headache?”
“No. Your dick is huge.”
Ohhhh, ice. That’s what Smith meant. “I…uh, yeah. I’ll be right back.”
As I walked down the stairs I tried to recall anyone else I’d ever been with saying they were sore. I’d sure as hell never gotten anyone ice and medicine afterward. By the time my foot hit the last step, I realized I was the biggest asshole alive.