worked most of the knots out, I leaned forward and dropped a soft kiss to his nape. “Feel a little better?”
I expected Joker to nod and say he was ready for a meal, or a nap, or a strong drink. But instead, he shifted beneath me, so I lifted myself up enough so he could roll over.
Beneath me, Joker looked wrecked. “Please,” he said as he slid his hands up my thighs. The hard line of his cock pressed into my ass where I was straddling him. He was flushed from his cheeks all the way down to his chest. “Please, Brennan, I need you. Need more of you.”
“Joker,” I murmured. I leaned down to kiss him, and Joker trembled under me. He slid his hands over my hips, up to my back, and gripped me tightly. Almost desperately. I deepened the kiss, slowly easing my tongue into his mouth and swallowing his breathy sighs.
Joker’s hands skated up and down my back, his fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of my jeans. “Come on,” he murmured. “Off. Please. Need you, Brennan.”
How could I deny him when he sounded like that? I wanted to take care of Joker. Wanted to kiss every inch of him and make him feel good. Wanted to show him how much I cared about him. I wanted to be a safe place for him.
I’d do anything for him.
The realization nearly knocked the breath from my lungs. I took my time easing us out of our clothes, touching his skin tenderly, almost reverently as it was revealed.
I took my time opening him up, too, easing my fingers inside him slowly, with the same precision and care I’d used when I was massaging the tension from his back. I kept him on his back as I did so, so I could finger him slowly while I kissed him—the kiss was slow and sloppy, Joker’s mouth simply open against mine as we breathed.
I fingered him until he was sighing and squirming under me, hips rocking back against my touch. He was still so tight around me, and my cock throbbed with desire against his thigh where I was pressed against him.
“I’m ready,” Joker murmured. “Come on, want to feel you. Want you to take care of me.”
“You’re sure?” I asked. I mouthed a few gentle kisses against his jaw. “You’re still tight.”
“It’s enough. I want to feel you,” he said. “Please, Brennan, hurry up.”
I pulled away from Joker just long enough to roll the condom on with shaky hands. I took a moment to admire Joker again—lying back, chest heaving a little with his breaths, legs spread.
I covered his body with mine and kissed him again, deep and slow. I wasn’t going to tease him, not today. Not when he was looking at me with his eyes half-lidded and full of warmth. His arms slid under mine, wrapping tight around me as I pushed inside.
He was still so tight. I groaned and broke the kiss only to tuck my face into his neck as I pushed all the way in. The slick heat of his body enveloped me, sending pleasure running slow and molten through my body.
“Feels so good, Brennan,” Joker said in a low voice. “So fuckin’ good. Always so good.”
And that’s all I wanted. Wanted Joker to feel good beneath me—that was more important than anything else right now. I propped myself on my forearm beside his head and kissed him deeply as I pulled all the way out and then slid back inside slowly.
Joker’s eyes fluttered open as mine did, too. Our gazes met, and Joker gasped as I thrust deep inside. I did it again, and he broke eye contact, throwing his head back in pleasure. The golden column of his neck was so gorgeous; I mouthed kisses along his soft skin, reveling in that familiar, addictive scent. I fucked him slowly, steadily, dragging my cock almost all the way out and then deep back inside each time.
“Like that, yes, Brennan,” Joker murmured. He slid his hands down my back and down to my ass, gripping the muscle as I thrust into him.
I traced my free hand gently down his body, over his shoulder, across his clavicle. I brushed my fingertips over his nipple, making him gasp, then followed the divot of his abs down to his cock. He was burning hot, hard, and wet at the tip, and when I ran my palm up his length, he arched off the bed and dug his fingers