Page 57 of Roguefinder

“Please fuck me, sir!” My voice cracked at the end, embarrassing as hell and that did it for me, too. The burn of his entry was gone, replaced with wide-open jaws of more and yes and now.

He withdrew a couple inches, then drove back inside just as thunder boomed around us. My own cum burned my passage. His teeth grazed my neck.

“Up,” he growled, hooking an arm under my waist and forcing my hips off the ground. I scrambled to all fours and shoved my ass backward. His fat cockhead found my prostate like it had GPS.

Stars burst behind my eyes. Maybe a new fucking galaxy. I thrust my ass higher—a greedy offering on the altar of really good sex.

Jesse didn’t wait. He seized my hips with rough hands, fingers biting hard enough to bruise, and yanked me back onto his dick. He scooped his hips once. Twice. Getting the angle exactly the way he wanted it. Then he planted a hand between my shoulder blades, pushed me flat to my forearms, and started plowing me like he was trying to win a contest.

Suddenly, I had a decent idea how a castle gate felt when a battering ram came at it. Jesse drove into me, his dick knocking against my prostate with every thrust. Pleasure ran down my thighs in thick waves. My vision dimmed, and I might have laughed at how over-the-top that was, him deep-dicking me into semi-consciousness, but I was too busy losing my shit. My knees slipped everywhere and my ass shook as I absorbed his thrusts. Rain splattered my neck and shoulders, and I didn’t give a fuck. I moaned and whined and babbled, sounding like a porn star trying to PR an orgasm.

“Stay up,” Jesse growled, hips bouncing off my cheeks.

No fucking problem. I might have said it. I had no way of knowing with him rocking my world and ass and internal organs. He dug his fingers into my waist and gave me hard, ruthless strokes, every thrust driving my cum deeper inside me.

And, my god, he was a dirty motherfucker. Even more so than I’d thought. Jesse van der Meer was onion layers of depraved, and I was just happy to be along for the ride.

Because what a ride.

He fucked me faster, driving me forward and sideways, my knees and elbows sliding in the freezing mud. A hazy corner of my brain registered the sticky, earthy mess coating my thighs and seeping around my fingers, but who cared? Cleanliness was a problem for Future Caleb.

The head of Jesse’s cock nailed my prostate over and over, each hammer-drop making sparks shoot through my limbs. My own erection swung wildly between my thighs. He railed me, driving his dick so deep and fast he would have hurt me if we’d been human. But we weren’t, and I took it, slipping and hollering in the mud with my brain turned to static and pleasure searing new pathways through my nervous system.

It was more than that, though. It was fucking euphoria, and I was the lucky bitch who got to swim in it. Rome and the Council didn’t matter. My old life in New York didn’t matter. The long, unknown stretch of eternity didn’t matter. Just Jesse’s body slamming into mine, the mix of pleasure-pain crackling under my skin.

My orgasm sparkled somewhere off to the side—a little ball of light daring me to reach up and snatch it from the air. My ass spasmed and my hips bucked. Loud, inhuman sounds spilled from between my lips. Anyone wandering into the forest would have thought I was being murdered. My aching dick floundered between my legs. I clawed at the ground as if I could dig my release from the soil.

“Come with me,” Jesse said, voice low and tattered. He reached around and seized my cock.

Game over.

My orgasm ripped from me in a nuclear blast. I melted the fuck down, sirens blaring and core disintegrating. I shot all over the ground, cum landing so hard the splatter hit louder than the rain. My whole body clenched and contracted and did new things I didn’t have words for.

Jesse fucked me through it, cock ramming past my guts and into my throat. He pulled me up so we were both on our knees. Thrusting harder, he released my spent dick and pushed cum-soaked fingers into my mouth.

I sucked without being told, licking myself from his skin.

He growled something that might have been a word. Fuck if I knew, my body nothing but stripped wires and raw nerve endings. He clamped his free arm across my chest as he shook through his own release, his chest sealed to my back. His dick pulsed and twitched inside me, and I moaned around his fingers and the taste of my cum.

Breathing hard in my ear, he splayed a wide, possessive hand over my stomach, then slid it down, finding my flagging dick and giving it a lazy stroke. Mine, his touch said, his fingers wrapped around me like he’d had my cock created to fit his grip. He pumped and squeezed, tugging down like he meant to milk every drop of cum. Little aftershocks rushed down my oversensitive shaft and wrenched another moan from my throat.

“Poor baby,” he murmured, releasing me and pressing his lips hard against the thundering pulse in my neck.

For a moment, we stayed like that, chests heaving and his softened dick lodged deep in my body. Then he pulled his fingers from my mouth and guided us down to the mud.

He curled behind me with my ass tucked against his groin. His heartbeat was a hard thump against my spine and his breaths were warm puffs over my neck.

Thunder rolled in the distance. The rain thinned. Maybe. Checking meant opening my eyes, and that particular task was beyond me at the moment.

“Caleb,” Jesse said, his voice muffled by my shoulder.

I managed a grunt.

He moved, his shadow falling over me. Worry flitted across the mate bond.

“I’m alive,” I managed. “I think.”

The worry receded, and Jesse’s soft laugh drifted over me. Warm fingers stroked my hip. “You’re covered in mud.”