Page 69 of Uncharted

“Just a little,” I said.

“Ya could do some real damage.”

“You mean your dick could do some real damage. Fucking big motherfucker.”

At that, he smirked. “And if ya get through this and wanna do it again, I’ll show ya what I can do with it when I’m the one at the helm.”

“Expert on fucking guys now, are you?” I asked as the pain eased and I slid down a little more. I was reaching the point where his fingers couldn’t reach, but it wasn’t too bad, as if my body was starting to welcome him.

“Naw,” he admitted with a grin. “But I bet ya I can learn pretty quick.”

“Don’t doubt it,” I muttered and then stopped at a sudden ache inside me. “Shit. That…would be the inner muscles.”

“Did ya do more research?” he asked as I slowly eased down, trying to coax my body into relaxing and knowing it would take a bit of time and patience on my part. And maybe breathing through it a little while I was at it.

“Yep,” I admitted, and something gave inside me. The feeling was so definite, and yet so quiet, and the rest of him eased inside me until I sat completely in his lap. “Oh…huh, that’s, uh⁠—”

“Gonna ask if you’re okay again, just so ya know,” he said with an arched brow.

“I’m…” I began and then evaluated how I was feeling as I sat there. I hadn’t exactly measured just how much dick he was swinging on the daily, but it was a great deal. And now it was lodged deeper than anything I’d ever felt before, and it was…well, it was a filling feeling. It almost felt like I wouldn’t be able to move, but I knew that wasn’t the case. “I’m okay. It’s just…a lot.”

He snorted, and I swatted his chest, making him wrinkle his nose. “Hey, ow! I’m injured, remember?”

“Oh, if you can’t take that, then I should probably stop,” I said, starting to pull off and feeling it tug at my insides.

“Don’t ya dare,” he said, grabbing my hip and pulling me down. It was gentle, but I felt him slide back into me, and heat flooded where our bodies joined, and I gasped out a soft curse. “That’s what I thought.”

I took a moment to breathe before I moved again, testing the sensation as I drew up and eased back down. The tension inside me, which I knew from having fucked him a couple of times felt amazing, eased with each movement. I briefly wondered if that was a way to make it easier for the initial release, but then I shifted and brought myself down, and the fire burst inside me again.

It was time to get moving, and I braced myself on his chest, careful to keep my hands as far to the right as I could without falling off, just in case. My motions became a combination of my hips rolling as I neared the base of his cock, and my legs and arms pushing me up to almost the head of his cock before bringing myself down. The roll made sparks come to life inside me, and the long slide made him groan as his fingers bit into my hip.

Jake released my hip and wrapped a hand around my cock, and the sparks threatened to become bolts of lightning as I picked up the pace. My legs were quivering and then shaking as I slid over him, taking him deep inside, only to draw back up and eventually drop back down. My pace was picking up, the hunger inside me growing strong enough that I didn’t care about technique as I bounced on him, his hand stroking me with growing speed.

“Fuck,” he groaned and then he released me, startling me as he used his good hand and, against all good sense, the elbow of his cast to push upright. I was so surprised I almost didn’t catch myself as he shifted our positions. Except he wrapped his good arm around my back and scooted toward the wall, pressing his back against it.

We were facing one another, an arm around my back; he pulled me closer, kissing me as I resumed my movements. Heat rolled and boiled inside me, and I gasped as he somehow pushed up into me when I fell onto his lap. I gasped at the feeling of him taking partial control, desperation for more clawing at my chest.

“O…oh,” I gasped. “Don’t stop, please don’t…don’t⁠—”

He apparently didn’t need to be told twice and kept going, almost taking over as I clung to him desperately. The burning heat inside me sparked and crackled, so close, so dangerously, deliciously close.

Jake growled harshly, using his arm to grip me and suddenly shoved me down, and I took every inch of him. Every nerve in my body felt like it was turned to the maximum, and I would swear I felt him grow and then…warmth. It spread inside as he gasped my name and clung to me. It was the last push I needed, and the heat inside me became a conflagration of pure pleasure.

Crying out, I bowed my head forward to press my face into his neck as I came all over his stomach as he came inside me. The room was spinning out of control, and for a heady moment, I prayed it would never stop.

Jake sagged against the wall, and I sagged against him as we caught our breaths, sweaty bodies pressed against each other. I gently kissed his throat, getting my head back in the game. I didn’t want to move, and not just because I wasn’t sure my body remembered how to, but because it hadn’t been like I had imagined.

It had been better, so much more. So much more pleasure, so much more ecstasy, so much more…more.

When his cock slipped free, I sighed in disappointment. Having him inside me had been a challenge at first, but now I knew what it was like to mount that hurdle, I didn’t want him to be anywhere else. A tenderness I couldn’t remember feeling crept through my limbs, and I held onto him, nuzzling and feeling the warmth of his body even as I was still sweating.

“Not gonna ask if you’re okay,” he said after a minute, and when I laughed, he chuckled. “Figured I’d let ya know, sure ya thought it was comin’.”

“I didn’t, actually,” I said, kissing him slowly. “Soon, just so you know.”

“Soon?” he asked.

“We’ll talk…soon,” I told him, assuring him, and I hoped he understood what I was trying to say.