could convince him that when it comes to him, boundaries don’t exist.
My frustrated thoughts disappear completely the second I feel Jesse’s slicked up fingers penetrate my hole. I let out a deep groan and push my ass back against his hand, welcoming the breach.
He leans forward to kiss me and I thread my hands through his dark hair, clinging on for dear life as he fingers my hole, making me see stars with every brush of my prostate.
“Jesse…fuck. That’s enough,” I gasp out, breaking the kiss. “Just…just…”
Fortunately, I don’t have to actually articulate what I’m trying to say; offering me a sexy grin, Jesse withdraws his fingers and replaces them with his cock, thrusting inside me and bottoming out in one stroke.
“Jesus Christ, Web,” he says with a grunt, “how did I forget how fucking incredible you feel?” He grabs my ankles in a firm grip, pinning them in place against his shoulders as he fucks into me over and over, hitting me exactly where I need.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cry out desperately. The orgasm that was building earlier is so close now and I can’t stop myself from reaching down to wrap my hand around my throbbing cock, stroking furiously as Jesse continues to fuck me in hard, deep thrusts.
I let out a loud groan as I come in a rush all over my hand. Dazedly, I notice Jesse pull out of me and let go of my ankles. He scrambles up onto the bed, straddling me and fisting his cock, which is now free of the condom and directed toward my chest.
I shake my head and reach for him. “Gimme. Want a taste.”
A flicker of hesitation crosses his face before he acquiesces, shuffling farther up my body so his cock is in reach of my mouth.
Jesse lets out a sharp hiss as my tongue swipes over the head, then falls forward so he can brace his hands against the mattress while his hips thrust gently, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.
I reach up to palm his ass, my fingers gently teasing his crease as I continue to suck and lick his cock, savoring the salty drops of precum leaking from the head.
“Fuck. Jesus. Web…” Jesse murmurs through heavy breaths, his thrusting getting more frantic as he nears his orgasm.
I suck harder, desperate to get him over the edge. It only takes a minute or so longer before I sense his climax approaching. He tries to pull out of my mouth but I hold him firmly in place; no way am I going to miss the opportunity to taste and swallow his cum. A moment later, he lets out a harsh groan, his whole body tensing up as he spills right onto my tongue.
Jesse lets his cock fall from my mouth and I close my lips, rolling my tongue around and savoring the taste of him for a long moment before finally swallowing the mouthful of cum.
I glance up at Jesse to find him staring at me, a curious brow raised.
“What is it?” I ask warily.
He offers a wry smile. “I just had an unnerving flashback to my ex-boyfriend at a wine tasting.”
My eyes widen in horror. “I remind you of your ex-boyfriend?” The asshole who dumped him at a fancy restaurant after two years of living together?
“Trust me, you’re not anything like David,” Jesse assures me, dropping a soft kiss to my lips. “But just now, the look on your face before you swallowed my cum…it reminded me of David tasting a particularly fine vintage.”
He says the last few words of that statement in a lofty tone that I assume must be an impersonation of his ex.
With a grin, I wrap my hand around his neck and draw him down for another kiss. “Your cum tastes better than wine.”
He chuckles and kisses me back and then we make out for a while before finally managing to crawl under the covers and curl up next to each other. I’m still all sticky, but I don’t care. I just want to hold Jesse close right now; I can deal with the mess later.
“Can I ask you a favor?” he murmurs, his hand tracing a lazy path over my torso as his head rests against my chest.
“Anything.”
He adjusts himself so he’s propped up on his arm and can look into my eyes. “Will you come back to New York with me?”
My eyes widen in surprise. “To live?”
He shakes his head adamantly. “No. No. Jesus, no, of