Like gripping my ass in his strong hands, helping me move it gradually against the long, thick shape of him.

I can feel it throbbing between the crack of my ass even through the fabric that separates us. And I’m going out of my mind.

James runs his lips gently along the nape of my neck while he holds me, thrusting into me, still with hesitation, though I think he’s abandoned his rationalizations.

It’s good… I want him to forget what we are, just for right now.

I’ve been craving this for years, and I don’t want him to snap back into reality. I can’t lose this feeling.

He pulls his hands away just long enough to tug his t-shirt over his head, then returns to me, the warmth of his flesh and all those muscles molding into my back.

Exhaling a shaky breath, my eyelids flutter. I can’t believe this is happening. I feel like I’m drunk, dizzy and completely unaware of everything outside of this bed. My cock is stiff, aching between my legs as I bring a hand to it, palming myself while he palms my ass.

His fingers slink into the waistband of my boxers, pushing them down just a bit as he squeezes my hip. Reaching back, my hand covers his, and I use it to push them down further.

“Jesse…” he murmurs breathlessly, his voice nothing but a deep shudder that comes directly from his chest. “We shouldn’t…”

I bite my lip, hard. Because his words definitely aren’t reflecting his actions as he tugs my boxers down another inch.

I move them down even more, until my cock is out, brushing against the soft comforter.

“I know,” I hum.

It’s true… We shouldn’t. He’s right.

But what the fuck is should anyway when you totally can?

“Stop me,” he pleads in a desperate whisper, his fingers shoving my boxers down my thighs. “You have to stop me right now.”

My head shakes. “I can’t… I want it too bad.”

His entire body tremors. “Fuck…”

Wriggling out of my clothes the rest of the way, I’m now naked and squirming. He’s still wearing pants, and I want him not to be. I want to feel more than just the shape of his dick through his clothes.

I want it inside me… Deep. So deep it leaves an imprint on my body that’ll never go away.

His arms circle my waist as he pulls me flush against his torso, their curious touch fluttering over the muscles in my front. “You have a beautiful body.”

It’s insane how much that comment swells my heart, pumping it in my chest until I’m rocking with the beats.

Then his fingers drift, tentatively brushing my erection until it jerks. A gasp escapes me.

He hums. And then he makes a fist around it.

And I fall the fuck apart.

My head leans back into him, back arches to thrust my erection in and out of his palm. He groans and strokes me slowly, from my balls all the way up, then back down.