Freedom (The F-Word #5) - E. Davies Page 0,72

his body starting to prickle impatiently.

He needed Henry to move.

Henry chuckled, folding him in two as he leaned down for another kiss and pulled Jaden’s knees closer to his ears. “You’re doing so well,” he praised softly. “You feel so fucking incredible.”

“What’s it like?” Jaden whispered, his eyes flickering open so he could admire Henry. The man’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes positively sparkling.

“Perfect.” Henry’s gaze was soft and reverent. “I’m making love to a man—my very own boyfriend—with nothing in the way. Nothing else but our bodies.” His voice trembled with emotion, his hands sliding carefully up to Jaden’s shoulders as he leaned down to kiss him again. “Perfect,” he repeated.

Jaden whimpered, clenching around the length that practically split him open. “You’re so big,” he gasped. “Stop me if I’m repeating myself, but God. It’s incredible. I feel like I’m splitting in two, but in the best way.”

The hot bursts of sparks that shot through him sure helped. Each time the head of Henry’s cock slid across his prostate, Jaden’s whole body trembled and went taut like a drum.

He could hardly breathe, the sparks had built into such an unquenchable thirst. “Harder,” Jaden begged, clutching at Henry’s back and digging in his nails. “Please.”

And Henry obeyed, thrusting into him in short movements at first, then deepening it. “You’re so hot when you squeeze around my cock. When you take it all.” He pressed breathless kisses against Jaden’s lips. “Tell me what you feel, too.”

“My love,” Jaden whispered, his chest positively bursting with the glow that felt like it radiated through his whole body. Like he’d turned into the sun itself.

“No,” Henry teased with a peck on his cheek. “That’s your prostate.”

Jaden giggled and didn’t stop until Henry shifted his angle and pounded into him, harder and faster than before. Then his laughter turned to soft cries—and then louder.

Being silly during sex was something he’d never thought was allowed, but now? It just felt natural.

“Yes!” Jaden cried out, his moans thick and fast. “Yes, baby, fuck me. Hard. Please. I need you!”

Henry growled and bit Jaden’s lower lip, grabbing his hands and pinning them over his head. His other forearm braced by Jaden’s head, he slammed into him hard and fast.

The unbearable pressure inside couldn’t last much longer. Jaden whimpered and cried with every thrust, the plateau of joy suddenly cresting until it threatened to block out every other thought.

Nothing else in the world mattered but Henry inside him, filling him up, taking him.

“I’m—Henry,” Jaden gasped, urgent and ragged. His eyes flew open, his body telling the whole story. He clenched and quivered around Henry’s hot, firm shaft, squirming under him as he finally let go.

Bliss struck, and Jaden cried out as his muscles squeezed hard before letting go in sudden, intense jolts. He bucked off the bed, pushing up into Henry as his legs slid off his shoulders.

His own hot mess splattered across his chest, droplets of passion landing on his collarbone and painting his nipples.

“Fuck,” Henry gasped, easing out of him. He knelt there, letting go of Jaden’s wrists and grabbing hold of himself, stroking hard and fast. “Feeling you come is just…” He suddenly gasped, his eyes closing before he threw his head back. “Yes!”

Henry’s hips bucked forward, the head of his cock sliding between the ridges of his fingers in stuttering thrusts as his whole body shuddered and he gasped for air.

Jaden was spellbound, his hands resting on Henry’s shoulders as he drank in every moment.

He could watch Henry coming over and over again. He wanted to memorize all the ripples of his muscles and his gorgeous body, his face pinching tight and pretty, thin lips gasping for breath.

Finally, Henry stopped stroking and grabbed the bed, still breathing hard. His eyes fluttered open, hazy and stunned.

Jaden beamed up at him, guiding him down to cuddle. His ass ached, but goddamn, it felt incredible. “Good, I presume?”

“I gotta try that again and see if it’s like this every time,” Henry murmured. “If so, I hope you’re up for it every day.”

“Please,” Jaden breathed, squirming under Henry’s hot, rock-hard body. “Tomorrow morning? It’s the perfect excuse to keep me limber. Wouldn’t want to get moving-day pains.”

Henry giggled softly and kissed him. “Oh, I love you, Jaden.”

“I love you too,” Jaden whispered, beaming at him. “And if you feel wandering hands in the middle of the night… I’m just making sure we’ve both got morning wood.”

“Oh, trust me,” Henry murmured with a devilish wink. “We will.”

They kissed gently now