hand around his cock. He hissed, still sensitive, but his cock hardened rapidly under my hand. I fisted him slowly, carefully, until I’d stroked him to full hardness. He was shivering beneath me, overstimulated, sweat beading on his temples and caught in the hollow of his throat.
“Come on,” he groaned. “Fuck me, you fuckin’ tease.”
I notched the head of my cock against his hole, then captured his lips.
“I love you,” I murmured as I slowly pushed inside him.
I groaned long and low as I entered his body. He was so tight, so slick, and he gasped, tossing his head on the pillow.
Once I was fully inside him, I paused, taking a deep, slow breath, so I didn’t come immediately. I was already so close, and Joker’s shuddering breaths and arms around me only dragged me closer to the edge.
I mouthed messily at his neck as I began to fuck him, deep and hard. Each piston of my hips drove him up the bed, and the bedframe knocked against the wall in time with Joker’s moans.
His moans grew louder as I picked up speed. I changed my angle a little, going deeper, so I was hitting that sweet spot inside him over and over with each thrust. I swallowed his desperate moans with my kiss, and Joker dug his nails into my back.
The rest of the world fell away. All there was was Joker’s lips, the heat of his body around my cock, his addictive woodsy-sweaty smell surrounding me.
My orgasm began to build at the base of my spine, the pleasure coiling tight. “Can you come again?” I managed to ask into the kiss.
“Yeah,” Joker said. “Yeah, yeah, I’m already close.”
“Fuck,” I choked, hips stuttering. “You’re so amazing. Come on, show me.” I wrapped my hand around his cock again and jerked him off as I fucked him, deep and fast.
Joker cried out. His back arched and his heel dug almost painfully into my back as he clung to me. He threw his head back, mouth open around the cry as he came again, less this time, painting his own chest with ropes of cum.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I groaned. “Love you. Love you so fucking much.”
I thrust into him hard and fast, and it only took a few more deep strokes until I was dragged over the edge. I came hard—harder than I ever had before, hard enough to make my vision spotty around the edges as pleasure raced through me. I clung to his hips hard enough to bruise as I spilled into the condom, shuddering.
Then, dizzy in the aftershocks, I collapsed on top of him, panting.
Someone knocked on the wall a few times. “Jesus Christ!” Jazz yelled. “Keep it down!”
Joker laughed and wound his arms around me, mouthing a rough kiss at my temple. “They’ll have to get used to that.”
“Seems like it,” I agreed.
I kissed him lazily, then slowly untangled us just enough to get rid of the condom and clean up perfunctorily. A shower could come later. Right now I wanted to stretch out next to Joker and just relish the closeness. There was no rush. Nowhere to go.
We had all the time in the world.
I lay down next to him, and Joker stretched long in the bed, arching from his fingers all the way to his toes. I rolled onto my side, watching him, and smoothed my hand down the plane of his chest. He hummed happily at the contact, like a big cat.
“I’m kind of bummed the living room renovations are almost done,” Joker said. “I like having you around the clubhouse. When are you starting the cabins?”
“Next week,” I said. “How are the interior designs coming along?”
“Nearly done,” Joker said. “I think they’re going to turn out really well.”
I nodded in agreement. Joker and Jonah had been working on sketching out the designs, per Blade and Mal’s request. He really did have an eye for design—the cabins were going to be small, but homey, and unique to the club. Even just talking about the designs brought a proud glint to Joker’s eyes. I loved the way it looked on him, and I wanted to see it more and more.
“I’ve got a few days off, though,” I said. “So you can help me hang the carving, if you want.”
“And test out the toaster,” Joker said, grinning.
“You can test it out,” I said, teasing. “What if it’s a prank? What if it’s marketed as a slow-rising toaster but it’s just a regular toaster, and it scares me?”
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