The bed’s getting soaked beneath me as I drip all over the sheet.

Eric’s jaw tenses, not looking as entertained as I’ve felt about his own ridiculous display so much as like he’s about to take me with a force I haven’t encountered before.

I welcome the challenge.

Now that we’ve settled down from the excitement of last week, since we’ve returned to our usual schedules and felt some relief since our convos with Ty, it’s easier to let go and enjoy a moment like this with Eric.

He grabs condoms and lube from the nightstand before hurrying back over to me.

His frenzy and passion have returned full-force, something I’d been worried about after his confession—after he shared his experience about the loss of control over his own body.

But he doesn’t seem to have that on his mind tonight. He just wants me, and I love when his desire is so easy to read.

He throws the condoms and lube down beside me and crawls onto the bed, pushing down against me. The wet locks of his hair drip onto my face.

As his lips take control of mine, we’re reckless in our hurry, struggling to get in sync as our jaws and teeth clash, but soon we’re on the same page, and my muscles are twitching and buzzing with a familiar excitement.

Eric is wild, feral, as his lips make their way from mine down to my chin, my neck. His hot breath pushes against my skin, and I roll my head back, moaning. Eric leans back so that he’s on his knees, gazing down at me. I feel so vulnerable beneath him, exposed, as though he has absolute control over this experience.

I love it. Need it.

He licks his fingers like he did in the bathroom, and I spread my legs before lifting them back, offering up my ass to him. He slides his fingers within me, taking his time, watching my expression as though he wants to make sure I’m enjoying it.

“Does that feel good?” he asks.

A jolt of energy rushes through me, not from him hitting my prostate, but at the mere thought, some innate part of me craving that sensation that he knows how to activate—the moment when ripples of excitement pulse through me, radiate throughout my body.

“It feels so good,” I confess.

He leans down over me, his hand still inside as he presses the other firmly against the mattress and studies my expression.

While he works his way farther inside me, I lean up to kiss him, but he backs away.

“Kiss me,” I beg.

He moves forward slowly, taking his time, studying my mouth.

“I will,” he says, “but only when I know you need me to. When I think you can’t stand being without it.”

The suspense is killing me, and as his fingers reach farther back, I finally feel that sensation I’ve been waiting for, the rush. The thrill of every nerve in my body, the intensity.

Eric growls before saying, “Oh, my beautiful Jesse.”

My mouth hangs open as I continue waiting desperately for his lips to lock against mine again, but he stays back, watching me.

I give in because I want him to have me in whatever way he chooses.

I’m his to do whatever he wants with.

He massages gently inside me and leans down, his face near my chest. His hot breath hits my nipple. He knows what that does to me, how sensitive they are. He’s teasing me, edging me. I can’t stand it, yet it’s just right. He offers a soft lick, and I shiver.

He chuckles. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

“How can you tell?” I tease as I look up at him, this cocky expression across his face, his lip curled into a smirk. He must know the power he has over me in this moment—the power he always has over me in the bedroom.

I’m his servant…his slave…I’m whatever he needs me to be so he can get off.

He finally pulls his fingers out of me and grabs the condom beside me. He tears it open with his teeth, edge of the gold wrapper curling into his upper lip. Discarding the wrapper, he slides the condom on that thick girth…that cock that I need to possess me. Once he lubes it up, I bite my lip, trying to still the impulse to attack him and let him know how much I need him inside me, pleading him to fuck me and fuck me good.

He doesn’t leave me waiting long before he’s pushing that thick shaft inside me, steadily, taking his time.

“Are you okay?” he asks. I guess ’cause he can tell I’ve tensed up a little bit.

“I’m good,” I say.

His willingness to gauge where I’m at, to make sure I’m comfortable, is one of the things I love about him.

Sometimes I get nervous because of how much I can tell he wants to fuck me. Like he’s going to drive that massive thing into me in a way that’s too intense. But he never does. It’s as though he’s restraining himself, holding back that beast within him to make sure I’m okay…building up before he unleashes that fury in a way we both need so badly.

The pressure inside me builds as he strokes his hand across my abdomen, his fingers pushing into the dips between my muscles. When he moves his hand up to my pec, he pulls it back to his face, licking his thumb before returning it to my chest, where he runs the thumb around my nipple, encircling it several times in a way that sends me into a fit of shakes and shivers.

He continues torturing me like this as he pushes his cock back farther to my prostate, sending a rush of sensation sweeping through me. My body jerks—something beyond my control—and I delight in the way these feelings overtake me.

Eric leans down and seizes my wrists, pinning them over my head. He gauges my expression. “How you feeling?” he asks.

I glance down at my cock, which drips precum onto my belly. “How does it look like I’m feeling?”

He assesses this preview of my load and starts to smile, but the smile freezes on his face. “Your ass is so tight, so perfectly tight. I wish I wasn’t wearing this condom, that I could come up inside you and force it back farther.”

The thought of having him inside me like that… I don’t know where this comes from, what animalistic impulse is here, but it excites me. The very thought of being one with him in a way we haven’t shared yet, it’s intoxicating…maddening.

“Kiss me,” I beg him because I can’t stand it right now.

He leans closer, as though he’s about to satisfy my need, but there’s a subtle smirk across his face like he’s basking in it as he continues fucking me hard.

Finally, he takes my mouth forcefully.

I’m all his…every part of my body lusting for every part of him, wanting to fulfill that fantasy of having his cum inside me.

Wanting to be totally claimed.

That mouth…those lips…that tongue…his saliva…it’s all mine.

Give it to me, Eric. Give it all to me.

He releases my wrists and cups his hand behind my head as if he’s trying to keep me close, but if there was a way to be closer to him, I would have found it already.

I take a moment to appreciate our movements before I gasp into his mouth, moaning. He plants his hands down on either side of me and continues his work, stimulating my prostate again and again and again.

My dick swells, my balls throbbing with a painful pressure.

“Tell me again,” I say to him.

“Tell you what?”

“About how much you want to come inside me, for me to be yours.”

“Oh, Jesse, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be inside you like that. Feeling you raw. Your flesh, my flesh…you taking my load.”

The thought, combined with a particularly powerful thrust against my prostate, is too much for me. I grit my teeth, grunting through them as my body twists about. My eyes seal shut as I endure the intense surge of energy that overtakes me. A rush of cum sprays across my abs, and as I open my eyes, I see Eric leaning back and noticing the mess on my stomach.

A particularly arrogant smile forms across his face. He slides his hand down my body and runs his thumb through the cum. He pulls it back to his mouth and forces it in.

“Jesus,” he says as he closes his eyes and appreciates the flavor.

He’s mine. All mine.

I’m so fucking possessive of him, especially knowing how he lapped up my seed.

He leans back, hooks his arms under the crooks of my legs, and offers a series of powerful movements before he tilts his body either way, his abs shifting as his expression tenses up.

He’s coming, and I’m so fucking satisfied knowing that I’m giving him that pleasure…that my ass can do that for him.

His body remains tensed up while mine relaxes as I feel totally relieved to experience this much pleasure with him.

He leans back down, lying across my body as I enjoy my awareness of knowing the condom inside me is full of him…and wishing it was, like he wanted, up inside me.

He purrs softly, “I think we both needed that.” He licks the side of my cheek and offers a soft kiss.

“I think now I know what I need even more.”

“What’s that?” he asks.

“I want that,” I tell him, “you inside me and coming. We talked about being exclusive and getting tested, but we should do it. Then you can really give me that.”

Eric grins. “So you’re really a dirty cumslut?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Not as long as you’re my cumslut.”

I burst into laughter.

There’s something so fun about fucking around with Eric. It’s fun and sweet and hot…so fucking hot. And it gives me hope that we’ll find a way through all this bullshit that’s been bothering us. This bullshit that Eric still has to work through.