my eyes, lifted my hips a little, and stroked myself slowly. Any time I was in bed with him, I ended up so turned on I could barely stand it, and tonight was no exception. My God, I was ready to come unraveled. I’d been with guys before who didn’t like taking a lot of time to prep—as far as they were concerned, once I was ready for them, what was the point?
Jase got it. He got that I loved everything about foreplay, including being fingered until long after I could comfortably take his dick. Then when he did finally fuck me, I’d be shaking with need, and I’d come hard enough to piss off the neighbors. In fact, I was already close to that point.
“More,” I pleaded. “Jase…”
“You ready for me?” The grin in his voice was almost as tantalizing as the question itself.
“Mmm, you know I am.”
“Uh-huh.” He kissed below my ear. “I do.” But he pushed his fingers in again, and I moaned as he nibbled my ear and kept right on fingering me.
“Jase… Please…” I rocked my hips, riding his fingers and fucking into my own hand. “Please.”
His lips curved into a grin against my neck as his fingers crooked inside me, and he teased my prostate as he murmured, “You want my dick?”
“Yes. Fuck. Now.”
He kissed my neck, and I swear to God, I almost came as he slipped his fingers free. “Gimme a sec.”
There was some movement behind me. The click of the lube bottle. The whisper of his hand sliding up and down his slick cock. Then he pressed against me again, and I closed my eyes and swore as he pushed into me. I was so well-prepped, he slid in easily. No resistance at all. With only a few strokes, he was all the way in, and I was all the way out of my mind.
He could have picked up speed and started pounding me—and on some nights, I’d have begged him to—but he stayed slow and easy. I could get drunk on this. Fucking drown in it. He wasn’t in any hurry. I wasn’t in any hurry. Just sex because it felt good, because we enjoyed every second and every stroke, not because either of us was in some rush to come.
This was yet another way Jase was head and shoulders above anyone else I’d been with. With a lot of guys I’d dated, I’d been able to take or leave anal. With Jase? Oh my God, I was hooked. Especially when he rode me from behind, and even better like he was doing now—when he had me all the way down on the mattress and he molded himself to me as he rocked his hips. I loved the feeling of his broad, powerful body moving on top of mine while his cock moved inside me.
His slow, smooth rhythm started to speed up and turn more frantic. Hot huffs of breath rushed past my neck, and the bedframe protested as strokes became thrusts. I grabbed a headboard slat with one hand, kept stroking myself with the other, and only managed desperate, wordless sounds that hopefully told him yes, yes, more.
They must have, because he gave me more. Harder. Deeper. Rougher. The huffs of breath turned into throaty grunts, and he used every bit of the power in his legs and hips to drive himself as deep as possible while I fell apart underneath him.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
A long, low groan vibrated against my neck. Then he bit my shoulder. Hard. Instantly, I was there, coming all over my hand and the sheets as he kept fucking me, and then he cried out and forced himself all the way in as he shuddered and jerked on top of me.
We both relaxed. He pressed his forehead to my shoulder, and we both just trembled and breathed for a moment. Even after he’d pulled out, we still lay there, shaky and panting.
Eventually, we got up and made it into the shower. Of course we spent half that time kissing and holding each other—chalk that up as yet another thing I loved about the intimacy with Jase. That, and when we returned to bed, cuddled up in the middle of the mattress, and just talked in between gently kissing and touching.
“I love my job,” he murmured at one point, “but I gotta say—I’m really looking forward to the off season.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“So I’m not gone all the time.” He watching his palm