14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

WYATT

For some reason, my heart is in my throat as we move into the bedroom. I’ve given myself over to Jameson more times than I can count but for some reason, this feels different. Heavier. Like all the emotions I’ve been holding back from dealing with Reggie are now forefront and center, threatening to spill over and ruin this moment.

Jameson is more than just my boyfriend. He’s my lifeline and my heart. I want to celebrate this moment but I can’t get out of my head now that he’s here with me. And he’s mine.

“Wyatt, babe, come here.”

I swallow nervously and look up, confused when I see Jameson sitting on the edge of the mattress. I don’t remember him even moving over there, the man is naked, his legs spread and waiting for me to join him. Water droplets spread across his shoulders, his hair flat against his face but those pale green eyes of his have never looked more fierce.

My body takes me to him as I fall to my knees effortlessly. Jameson wraps his arms around my shoulders, fingers playing with the hair at the base of my neck. My head falls to his chest as he holds me, a sense of peace running through me.

“I’ve got you. You know that right?” His body trembles, his hold tightening ever so slightly. He needs this release just as much as I do. What happened in the shower a few moments ago was fun and light but we both need something the other can give.

He needs control.

I need to submit.

Jameson’s touch becomes a little rougher as one of his hands sifts into my hair and drags my head back. Our eyes meet, his a torrent of anger, no doubt matching mine. There is also so much fucking love there that I melt all over again. His lips smash to mine, drawing a moan from the base of my throat.

This isn’t just a kiss. It’s a claiming. A fierce need for my submission while he tries to control the little piece of the world he’s entitled to. It’s only then that I taste the salt of his tears. It takes me a moment to realize he’s not the only one crying. We’ve both lost someone tonight, someone we held dear. Someone who we thought could possibly change.

I press my hands to his chest, letting him direct this moment. Jameson pulls back, leaving me gasping for breath before gesturing for me to get into position. A small grin plays on my lips. It’s been a while since this man has given in to his desires and truly taken over in the bedroom. Jameson stands and walks around me as I lean against the edge of the mattress, still on my knees.

Our size difference makes Jameson’s desires a little more difficult but I’ve found that I absolutely enjoy letting him take control. Like now. My heart beats a little faster when I can’t see Jameson.

“Hands on the mattress, babe.” Jameson reappears at my side as he hovers his arm over mine, his fingers tangling with mine. I curl mine around his as his other hand settles at the back of my neck. My head falls forward as he squeezes, demanding me to relax. My breathing slows as I lean forward more, my chest leaning over the side of the mattress.

Only then does Jameson steal back his hand and remove his touch from the back of my neck. Bereft of his touch, another moan pulls from my throat. My body lurches forward when he returns, lube sliding between my ass cheeks and rimming my hole. My fingers dig into the sheets as Jameson slowly starts to pump into my ass. A gentle hand on my waist keeps me from moving forward–not because I physically can’t move–but because the reminder of his touch tells me that he’s going to take care of me. That he’s going to take care of the both of us.

Not soon enough, I feel his cock pressing against my hole. His hands fall to either side of my chest as he uses the leverage of the bed to slide in. His forehead hits my shoulder when his hips meet my ass, his body still trembling with the emotions he’s holding onto.

“I love you so fucking much, Wyatt. I’m going to say it every fucking day for the rest of my life.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to speak, pulling out and then thrusting back in. This isn’t truly about pleasure. It’s about submission and letting him use me as he needs. All of the other times, it’s about exploration and sweetness and kisses.

This? It’s just raw, unfiltered passion.

Jameson pushes my back forward so that I’m resting against the mattress, my ass propped up in the air. He continues his ruthless path, the other hand digging into my waist as he uses me. His heavy breathing is the only thing I can hear as my orgasm nears.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock just right. Touch yourself, Wyatt. I need you to come with me.” Both of his hands move to grip my waist as he hits just the right spot. I wrap a hand around my neglected cock and start to stroke it, quickly timing it with each of Jameson’s thrusts. I smear the precum along my length, spurring me toward the finish line just as Jameson growls, unloading in my ass.

I follow seconds later, stuttering through my release. Jameson is still thrusting, the squelch of his cum with every plunge into my ass driving me over the edge again. My body jerks as pleasure shoots through me until I’m just a puddle of limbs.

“You’re perfect for me, Wyatt,” Jameson whispers as he places a kiss to the middle of my back before pulling out. I stay put, my boyfriend taking his time to clean me up before helping me onto the bed.

Not soon enough he’s wrapped around me, my head pressed against his chest. One of his legs is thrown over my side, Jameson unable to reach any lower but I don’t fucking care. Being held like this is everything.

“Jameson, I love you too but it’s more than just words. You’re my light and my rock. You know exactly what I need. You call my imperfections perfect. It makes me love you more.” The words are barely above a whisper as I try to catch my breath. We’re both slicked with sweat and in dire need of another shower but I don’t want to move from this spot.

Jameson tightens his arms around me. “I call them perfect because they are, Wyatt. You are perfect, no matter what anyone tells you, and not just because you give me sweets. Your heart is so big and you have so much room to love. You’re patient and go out of your way to make others comfortable. You’re selfless , Wyatt, and I don’t deserve you.”

Tears prick the edges of my eyes as he waits for me to look at him. The kiss he gives me is sweet and tender, the embrace promising me that this man will always be here for me.

“You do deserve me, Jay. You’re mine, remember?”

“Of course I am. Forever and always.”