All the Way (Hot Jocks #2)(40)

With one last gentle kiss, Owen eases my knees apart, situating himself so his length is nudged against me. “This okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” I watch as he moves his cock against me, testing my wetness. My whole body shudders at the contact.

Still watching me, he gives his length a slow stroke. “You ready, sweetheart?”

I nod, arching my back off the bed, offering myself to him. “Yes, Owen. Please.”

I don’t have to ask him twice. Slowly, he tilts his hips forward and eases into me. I release a breath, letting the heat wash over me.

Holy shit. He feels amazing.

I let out a long exhale and Owen rolls his hips forward, deepening our connection even more. “God damn.” Owen hisses, then bites firmly down on his lip to steady his breath. “You okay?”

Am I okay?

The question hits me like a tidal wave. I feel like, after years of drowning, I’ve finally come up for my first breath of air. I’m beyond okay. I’m on top of the world.

But no matter how I try, I can’t make my mouth form words. So I reply with a shaky nod and a slight tilt of my hips, welcoming him another inch deeper into me. The sound of us moaning in unison reverberates through the room.

“God, Becca. You’re so tight. You feel incredible.”

I can hardly believe the desire in his voice. This is Owen. My safe place. My protection from the storm that constantly wages inside me. And here he is, coming undone—for me. There’s nothing else like it.

The most powerful feeling in the world wells up inside me, and my heart gives a kick. I sink my grip into the tight muscles of his shoulders, enjoying the way they contract as he holds himself over me.

His rhythm is slow and easy, allowing me to feel every bit of him as he presses in, testing how much of him I can take with each thrust before withdrawing slowly. While one hand stays planted beside me to hold him up, he slides the other behind my neck, bringing my lips up to meet his.

The pounding of my heart and quick, uneven breaths are the only sounds I can hear. This moment is so perfect, I could almost cry—and not due to sadness—but because I’m finally taking control of my life and my body again. It’s something I didn’t think would ever happen.

“Yes, Owen.” I sigh, my voice trembling as he hits a deeper, softer place within me. “There. Right there.”

Joining my body with his awakens something deep inside me. It’s like a complex knot has been unraveled and I can finally breathe again.

“Yes, angel,” he growls, his hand drifting down to clutch my hip.

His grip on my waist isn’t near tight enough to hurt. But it is firm. Uncompromising. Showing me exactly who is in control right now. It sends a little thrill skittering through me.

You would have thought it would be the opposite, that firm touches wouldn’t start my motor, but the effect on my lady parts is instantaneous. My inner muscles give an involuntary clench. I didn’t even know they could do that. Something inside me desperately likes turning off my brain and handing him the control.

This is his realm, his area of expertise, and it feels good knowing I don’t have to do a damn thing other than enjoy the ride. There’s no overthinking or uncertainty or shyness. Owen’s confident tone and sure touches leave no room for that. I like it so much more than I thought I would.

When he quickens his pace, my thighs begin to tremble. He has me where he wants me, right on the edge, and he’s keeping me there. I’m so close. So close.

But something holds me back, and the harder I try to focus on all the pleasure-filled sensations, the more my brain spins with the conflicting emotions splintering through me.

Desire rushes through every inch of me, drenching me in lust. I wanted this. Begged him for it, but now that it’s happening, I can’t quite get there. I’m terrified that once I fall over the edge, I’ll never get back again.

And I think Owen can sense it. He murmurs sweet things to me, kisses my neck, and even though it’s our first time together, somehow Owen can read me like a book, somehow, he knows exactly what to do.

“I feel like I’m going to break,” I murmur into his neck, clutching his powerful shoulders.

“I’m not going to let that happen. Fall apart for me.” His voice is so deep and strained, but so sincere, another piece of me unlocks.

He presses a kiss to my lips without slowing his pace, continuing to find the place inside me that lay dormant for so long. I pull in a deep breath and turn myself over to the pleasure. But it’s his next words that completely undo me.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he groans, the sound primal and needy.

And all at once, he slides his full length into me, holding himself there as I twitch and contract and come totally undone beneath him. Finally. I almost sob with the pleasure of it.

My release is powerful and intense and seems to drag on forever. Heat rolls through me in glorious waves as everything within me releases, pulsing and hot. He meets me there, full force, his lips parting as he groans again.

“Fuck, Becca.” His big body shivers as I tuck my knees into his sides, angling myself even closer. “Can’t last,” he murmurs into my neck right before he empties himself inside me.

Afterward, we lie together across the bed in a warm, flushed heap, both of us breathless. He places one hand on my hip and lets out a deep sigh, a sound that’s somewhere between relief and satisfaction. And trust me, I can relate.