He positioned me carefully, his strong hands gripping my hips like I was the only thing keeping him grounded. His fingers dug into my skin, possessive and desperate, as he guided himself to my entrance.
"Tell me you want this," he growled, his voice trembling with barely restrained lust.
His cock throbbed against my slick folds, the tip teasing me, promising the kind of pleasure that would leave me shattered. "Tell me you're mine."
"I want this," I gasped, meeting his dark, hungry eyes. "I want you, Jake. I'm yours. Have been since—"
The words caught in my throat as he pushed into me, slow and deliberate, stretching me open inch by exquisite inch.
The pressure was overwhelming—a delicious mix of pain and fullness that made my toes curl and my breath hitch. He was so fucking huge, filling me completely, and I could feel every vein, every ridge of him as he claimed me.
The pain spiked, sharp and intense, but it was nothing compared to the heat blossoming low in my belly. I gripped his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, marking him as mine.
"Keep going," I begged, my voice trembling. "Please, Jake. I want— I want all of you."
He pushed deeper, his cock sliding into me with agonizing slowness. My walls clenched around him, tight and unyielding, squeezing every inch of him as he buried himself to the hilt.
The sensation was indescribable—his thick length stretching me open, filling me in ways I didn’t know I needed.
"So tight," he groaned, his voice breaking. "Made just for me. Fuck, Adison, you feel—"
He cut himself off, his hands trembling as they gripped my hips. We stayed like that for a moment, our foreheads pressed together, breathing each other’s air.
The intimacy was almost too much—more intense than anything physical. It was raw, primal, and I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of mine.
"Move," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Please, Jake. Move."
He obeyed, pulling out slowly until only the tip remained, then thrusting back in with the same deliberate pace. His rhythm was maddening—slow, controlled, fucking me with a patience that made me ache.
But I could see the effort it took him to hold back, the way his muscles strained as he fought to keep himself in check.
His hands roamed my body, rough and possessive, tracing the curves of my hips, cupping my breasts, tugging at my nipples until they were hard and aching. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so he could devour my mouth, his tongue claiming me as thoroughly as his cock.
"You're mine," he growled between kisses, his voice low and guttural. "Say it again."
"Yours," I moaned, arching into him. "I’m yours."
The pace increased gradually, his control slipping with every thrust. My body adjusted, the pain melting into pleasure that coiled tight in my core.
His cock hit that sweet spot deep inside me, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I was on the edge, teetering, every nerve alight with sensation.
"That’s it, baby," he rasped, his voice wrecked. "Let me hear you. Want to hear every sound."
I gave him what he wanted—gasps, moans, his name on my lips like a prayer. My body writhed beneath his, desperate for more, for everything. His thrusts grew harder, faster, driving into me with a force that had me clawing at his back, begging for release.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, sudden and overwhelming. My body arched, my walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that left me dizzy.
"Fuck—" Jake’s rhythm stuttered, his hips jerking as he chased his own release. "Adison, I’m—"
He came with a groan that was almost a roar, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his heat.
We collapsed together, sweaty and spent, tangled in the cramped backseat of the truck. His heart hammered against my ear, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.
"No take-backs now, cowboy." Traced patterns on his chest. "You're stuck with me."
His arms tightened around me. "Not stuck. Chosen. There's a difference."
"Chosen, huh?" Looked up at him. "That's surprisingly romantic for someone who claims to be emotionally unavailable."
"Yeah, well." He kissed my forehead. Soft. Tender. "You've ruined me for emotionally unavailable. Pretty sure I'm completely fucked when it comes to you."
"Good." Snuggled closer despite the cramped space. "That makes two of us."
The windows had fogged completely. The truck was a little island of warmth in the cold November night. Tomorrow would bring complications—Richard, reality, all the reasons this was messy.
But right now, wrapped in Jake Sullivan's arms with his body still inside mine, tomorrow could wait.