Page 75 of Midnight Ink

I nod, grabbing under my knees and pulling them back. “Give it to me, Jules.” I bite my cheek when he slides two fingers inside me and presses a kiss on the inside of my knee. “Fuck. Fuck, Jules.”

“So sweet.” His kisses travel up the inside of my thigh. “So fucking tight. You’re going to strangle my dick, Ian.” He slides them in slowly, giving me time to adjust, every pump of his long fingers sending tiny shocks through my core.

“Fuck, I need you.”

“Got to make room for me first.” He smiles then sucks one of my balls into his mouth. “Fuck.” He hums along my sac then licks a stripe up my cock. “You can take three?”

I nod fast. “Give it to me. Stretch me out, Jules. I want you.” He slips another finger in, forcing a moan out of my lips. He watches me, then reaches deep, ringing that bell inside me. A hot rush of pleasure heats my core. “Yes. Yes, like that. Fuck, like that.” He fucks me with his fingers, his gaze flicking between my face and his fingers stuffed deep in my ass. “Jules, fuck me. Please.”

“Oh, please?” His brows rise. “Look at you being all polite.”

“Fuck off,” I whine when his fingers curl again.

“Would you kindly fuck me, good sir?” he mocks.

I glare but snap my head back when those fingers strum that chord again deep inside me. “Fuck . . . off, oh fuck.” He sucks me down to the root and drags those fingers along my prostate. “You’re being so mean.”

“And you’re being very slutty.” He laughs. “Look at how messy you are.”

“Jules, I need you so fucking bad.” Fuck, I forgot how good this feels. I can fuck myself all I want, but this right here . . . it’s not comparable. And damn he’s good. He doesn’t let up, still stroking my prostate and alternating between sucking my cock and licking my rim as his fingers play and stretch me open. “Jules!”

“Okay, okay.” Slowly he pulls his fingers out then spreads my ass, putting his mouth on me, licking and sucking my hole. “You make me fucking greedy.” He kisses me again. I can’t take any more. I cup his jaw and drag his attention to my face. “Come on. I’m playing.”

“Fuck me.”

The playfulness in his face dissolves into heat. He crawls up my body then kisses me hard. “You’re kind of bossy. I’m in the middle of recess and you want to go back to work.”

A laugh spills out of me. “Is that what fucking me will be like? Work?”

“Ian,” he says seriously then kisses my lips. “I take my job very, very seriously.”

He reaches back between my thighs. “Ungh.” His fingers slide back into my ass. My arms grip around his neck. “Fuck, Jules.”

“Let me work this pussy out, Ian.” He reaches deep. “Is that what you want? Huh?”

I bite my lip, nodding fast as he plays. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Oh yes. Right there.” My back arches as he reaches deeper.

“Look at you. Messy as fuck. Desperate for me.”

My legs squeeze tight around his waist. He doesn’t make a move to fuck me, he just hovers, taking his time, and watches the mess he’s making. “Jules—” I pant.

“You want my dick?” I nod faster. “How bad?”

“So fucking bad.” I moan when he strokes that spot again. I look down between our bodies, at his thick cock dragging through the mess my own is making on my belly. Something heavy settles over me. I don’t know where it comes from or what to do with it.

I swallow then look at him. Really look at him. Soft eyes, soft lips. Caged between his warm arms, Jules feels like home. Every nerve I have disappears. “Go easy on me, Jules.” I don’t know what I mean by that and I don’t think I mean just in this. I’m a fuckup, I’ve always been a fuckup. I’m just afraid to fuck this up.

A heavy weight settles in his eyes. His fingers slip out of me then he grabs the lube and sits back on his thighs, watching me as he strokes his cock. “You sure? We can do whatever you want, Ian. We don’t have to do this.”

“Come here.” He hovers back over me. I touch his face, running my thumb along his jaw. “I like the stubble.” He smiles a little.

“I told myself I wasn’t going to shave during vacation. Makes me look real manly, huh?”

“Oh, so fucking manly.” I smile then pull him down for a kiss. He adjusts himself but doesn’t slip out of my arms. My fingers lace at the back of his neck, my thumb rubbing across his hairline. “This okay?”

He nods then looks down between our bodies. He brings his cock to my hole and watches me as he rubs the tip along my sensitive entrance. Then he pushes inside slowly. “Shit.” He blows out a breath then looks at me as he takes shape inside me. “You okay?”

I nod, biting the inside of my cheek. He’s a bit bigger than my toy, and it’s been a while. It takes me a moment to adjust to being this full. My hand slides down his neck. My nails bite into his shoulder. The pressure is heavy but so fucking good. I’ve missed this. Not just sex, but feeling this close to someone.