pushed Web off me and have him pinned face-down against the mattress.
He lets out a strange little noise that sounds part cry of surprise and part whimper at no longer having my cock inside him. At least, that’s what I’m assuming…
I grab a fistful of his hair and gently tug it so his head is tilted up enough for me to see his face. “You said you wanted to feel everything,” I say, offering a curious smile. “That still true?”
He nods as best as he can with me still gripping his hair. “Yes,” he gasps. “Everything. Anything. Just put your cock back inside me.”
I feel a sly smile curving at my lips. “Well, if you’re that desperate for it…maybe I should tease you a little first?” He doesn’t need to know I’m just as eager to be back inside him.
“Jesse,” he whines, almost pitifully. “Please…so close.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “Well, in that case…” I let go of his hair and move back a little, giving his gorgeous ass a playful slap. “Up you get, sweetie pie. Grab onto the headboard.”
Web hurries to comply, scrambling to his knees and shuffling forward to brace himself against the headboard. I move up behind him, taking a moment to run my hands over his beautiful body, savoring the feel of his taut muscles rippling under my fingertips.
I thread the fingers of one hand through his silky hair, dropping my lips to his neck and trailing kisses along his heated skin as my other hand slips down to tease his crease.
“Ah…Jesse…”
I push my fingers inside, searching for his prostate and wringing groan after groan of pleasure from his lips as I brush over it again and again.
“Jesse…baby, please,” Web all but whimpers.
“I love hearing you beg,” I murmur in his ear as I continue to tease him.
“Please, I need…I need…”
I don’t give him any more time to find the words, instead pulling my fingers away and replacing them with my cock, thrusting inside hard and deep, bottoming out in a single, powerful stroke.
Web lets out a harsh groan and I cut it off with a fierce kiss, my grip in his hair brutal, the fingers of my other hand biting into his waist as I fuck him in hard, relentless strokes, chasing the orgasm I’ve been holding back for what seems like forever.
“Fuck!” I manage to rip my mouth from Web’s, my teeth digging into the hard muscle of his shoulder as my climax rips through me and I come harder than I have in a long fucking time.
Breathing heavily, I rest my forehead in the crook of Web’s neck and take a few moments to gather myself before reaching around to help him out.
But instead of his cock, I make contact with his hand, which is already covered in cum.
“When did that happen?” I ask dazedly. I’d like to think I’m usually pretty good at knowing when my partner comes.
“Uhh…some time around when you decided to have a nom nom on my shoulder.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “What can I say? You’re tasty.”
I finally let my spent cock fall from Web’s ass, but I can’t seem to stop touching him. Not just yet. I slide my hand over his abs, sifting through the coarse trail of hair there; my lips pepper kisses along his bearded jaw; and the fingers of my other hand, of course, thread through his soft, dark waves.
“Don’t you dare ever cut this hair,” I growl, tugging at the strands.
“Is that an order from my husband?” Web asks with a chuckle.
“Absolutely.”
Huh. David’s getting unusually cuddly this morning…
Not that I’m about to complain. I love the feeling of strong arms wrapped around me, so it’s a shame my boyfriend’s not usually all that big on cuddling. I let out a soft sigh and sink back farther into his hold, my back hitting a wall of hard muscle.
Wow, that time he’s been spending at the gym is really paying off…
“Morning,” he says in a rumbling, sleepy voice. His beard scratches at my skin as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.
My eyes snap open and my entire body freezes up as I realize that that’s not David’s voice. And that’s not David’s beard. David doesn’t even have a beard. I don’t even think he’s capable of growing one.
A wave of horror washes over me as memories from the past few days slam into my mind with the force of a speeding freight train. The break-up. The bachelor party. That ridiculous