The Endless Road to Sunshine - Nicky James Page 0,76
his frustrations on my ass, that was also cool.
As I lavished attention on his cock and planted more kisses along his shoulders, Jason relaxed by several degrees. Whatever maelstrom had taken hold when we’d entered his bedroom released. He tilted his head back, panting and moaning, hitching his hips and gliding in and out of my palm.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I whispered by his ear.
“Yes.”
“How do you want me?”
A pause. “Hands and knees.”
Because he couldn’t look me in the eyes. That was fine. If a less personal encounter was what he needed, I’d roll with it.
Giving him a few extra tugs, I used my other hand to shimmy out of my pants and kicked them aside. Once I was naked, I skimmed my hands up his body, raking my nails over his stunning chest once before stepping away.
I crawled onto the bed, tossing him the condom and lube, giving him a view of the goods when I spread my legs. Then I waited.
The fire, the passion, the desperate lust-filled energy from earlier was gone. The silence between us had substance, and when Jason tore open the condom wrapper, it sounded too loud in the room.
His touch, when it came, was tentative. He feathered his fingers over my ass, caressing me like he wasn’t sure he should. I glanced over my shoulder and caught the dip between his brows that was almost hidden in the shadows.
“Jason?”
His focus shifted to my face, and even though his eyes were nothing more than dark pits, I saw his turmoil and indecision clear as day. Then it was gone. A steel door slammed shut on all those emotions. Jason’s jaw tightened, and he cut his eyes to the bed, grabbing the packet of lube and tearing it open with his teeth.
He wouldn’t look me in the eyes as he prepped me. His sole focus was on the job at hand. He was cautious and careful, not rough or aggressive like his mood suggested. I buried my face in the blankets and focused on the pleasure instead of worrying about my mentally unstable professor.
When he switched from two fingers to three and narrowed his attention to hitting my prostate, I was beyond caring about his troubled mind and just wanted to get fucked.
“Enough. I’m good,” I sputtered, fists clenched around the sheets. “Fuck me already.”
Still with a certain degree of separation, a certain clinical detachment, Jason lined up, smoothing his lube-slickened cock over my hole a few times as though deciding if he could do it or not. Then, with a hand pressed against the small of my back, he pushed inside.
A grunt was followed by a burst of air as Jason bottomed out. He stilled as I breathed through the intrusion, working through the initial discomfort.
“You okay?” His question hung in the air like a whisper on a breeze.
“I’m good.”
When he moved, it was slowly and carefully. I focused on the feelings, the budding sensations making my skin come alive. Jason had a death grip on my waist, guiding our movements, sinking deeper with each pass.
The shift in momentum was minuscule. As our pleasure unfolded, as the electric energy surrounding us became more and more charged, Jason lost his reticence. He drove his hips forward with more power, grunting, jarring me across the bed. Then he was on top of me, pressing me against the mattress, his mouth by my ear, his hot breath gusting over my skin. He wormed one arm underneath me and held me tight as he fucked me.
The fingers on his other hand found their way to my hair, gripping, tugging my head back as he peppered kisses over my skin, along my exposed neck.
“Skylar,” he breathed. My name came out in jagged, broken syllables that matched his quickening thrusts. “Skylar… I’m…”
Then his whole body went stiff, and he pressed inside me as deep as he could, holding himself there as his body jerked and spasmed. Only a tiny grunt left his lips, a silent cry of release that he muffled against my shoulder.
My body was on fire, ready to join him, but my cock was crushed against the mattress, and I couldn’t get at it, not with Jason’s weight pinning me down.
When the final shivers of pleasure left him, he pulled out, rolled me, and finished me with his mouth. I cried out while clutching two fistfuls of his hair, holding him in place as I plunged as deep as I could down his throat.