Pieces of Us (Missing Pieces #3) - N.R. Walker Page 0,44

back on my haunches.

“You remember how to push my buttons just fine,” I said. Then I took in the sight before me. His legs were spread, his cock hard, his lips kiss-swollen. I went forward, pressing my palm into the mattress to keep my weight off him, my cock aching for touch. “You are so fucking hot right now.”

He groaned and tried to pull me back down on him. “Dall, I need something . . . I don’t know what I can handle, but I need it.”

“I know what you need, baby,” I murmured. “And I know exactly how you like it.”

He whined and I took that as my cue. His body couldn’t handle being so strung out right now.

I kissed him one more time before kissing down his body, his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, his nipples. He groaned when I sucked his nipple in between my teeth, just like he always did.

Some things never changed.

I moved down to his cock, licked up the shaft. He was leaking precome so I swiped it with my finger and rubbed it against his arsehole.

He rocked his hips. “Oh God.”

I grinned as I took him into my mouth. I sucked him as I pushed a finger into him, and he welcomed it. I pumped his cock in my fist and worked more precome out of him, using it as lube to push a second finger inside him.

Juss groaned out as I stretched him and sucked him. “Dallas, I’m gonna—”

He came, his back arching and he cried out. I swallowed his orgasm and he was racked with tremors. I pulled my fingers out and worked my own cock, so close already . . . Slick with precome, I fucked my fist, spilling my seed on his belly.

I collapsed at his side, careful of his leg, and pulled the blankets up. I wrapped my arms around him, making him the little spoon, and I kissed the back of his neck. “You feel okay?”

He chuckled. “I feel so good right now. I’m a mess, but I don’t care. I don’t want to move.”

“Good,” I whispered, kissing his neck, his shoulder. “I never want to let you go.”

His sigh was almost a moan. “I can feel your cock,” he whispered. I was pressed right against him, my half-hard dick was against his arse. He writhed a little, trying to get me aligned. He brought his injured leg up slowly and pushed his arse back. “You could just . . .”

“Juss,” I breathed.

“Just the tip, just a little bit. Let me feel it.”

Fuck.

Of course, my half-hard dick twitched at the idea, and my body moved without any conscious thought. I could have pushed into him so easily. I wanted to be buried inside him, and he wanted it as well . . .

I shifted my hips, getting a better angle, and pushed upward, into.

Just the tip, just a little . . . was never going to be enough.

I pushed my softening dick against his hole; he was still slick and ready.

“Please, Dall.”

I never could bear to hear him beg.

I slid into him and he cried out, pushing his arse back and arching his back, just like he always used to. Tight and hot, he took me.

My body knew his body. My cock knew and it glided right into home. We were joined. We were as one. Like we’d done a thousand times, but brand new.

I held his back to my front as I pushed inside, feeling his breaths, his heart. He felt so, so good.

“Oh God,” he whispered. “Fuck, Dallas, just stay right there.”

“Am I hurting you?” I asked, kissing the back of his neck. I ran my hands up his sides and down again, gripping his hips.

“No, God no,” he said, his voice tight.

I knew that sound. I knew that tremor. Fucking hell, he was going to come again.

“Dallas,” he murmured, gripping the blankets before us.

I rolled my hips, thrusting. “I know, baby.”

“Oh God.”

And just like that, he came again.

I think he was stunned, shocked that his body was able to do that. The truth was, I’d made him come like that a hundred times.

He loved my cock in his arse. He loved it. I didn’t need to be fully hard or fucking him. Just having me inside him was enough to get him off.

I pulled out slowly and he whined, but I carefully rolled him over so I could hold him properly. “You feel okay?”

“I feel . . . amazing.”

I snorted. “You are amazing.”

“Your dick