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I lie back down, and Hawke rolls me onto my side before entering me from behind. He pulls my top leg back over his hip, then closes his hand over my cock.

I gasp at the rough touch, at finally getting relief right where I need it.

My hands form fists in the sheets as I rock back to meet every thrust, skin slapping against skin, his cock bringing those nerves alive that make me want to fly.

“Jensen,” I say, testing out his name too. It doesn’t feel right to use his nickname when he’s balls-deep inside of me. When I want to connect with him deeper than even sex will allow.

He moans, mouth closing over my throat and sucking deeply. I’m sure he’s giving me a hickey, but it feels too good to ask him to stop. Plus, deep down, I think there’s a part of me that wants that. To have the reminder stare him in the face of this moment.

“Look at me,” he demands, voice wrecked with arousal. “I want to watch you come.”

Oh, shit, that gets me way too close. I whimper as I push back faster, harder, madly needing to let go. His calloused hand is stroking me with the same speed and friction that he’s fucking me with, and as I hover there, straddling the moment right before my orgasm, a stray thought kicks me in the teeth.

No sex will ever be like this again.

It doesn’t matter how hot the guy is.

It doesn’t matter how funny, or sweet, or kind.

Unless it’s with Jensen, I’ll never find this intensity again. I’m in tune with his heartbeat at my back. I feel every harsh breath against my flushed skin. The smallest touch, the smallest kiss, I pick up on it all.

And when I finally do what he wants and turn my head to meet his eyes, it’s like a shock to my core. It’s too much. Too deep.

I don’t look away.

“Come, Tai,” he says. “Shit, you need to come.”

But his words aren’t needed. My balls tense, and then I’m coming. Rope after rope lands on my skin, and Jensen strokes me through it, dragging out every last drop of my release before he shudders behind me and groans. His cock throbs deep in my ass as he orgasms, and I squeeze around him, wanting it to be the best high of his life.

My brain is still swamped with happiness when his arms wrap around me and he slumps against my back. His nose rubs into my skin, the metal of his nose ring scraping against me, as he struggles to catch his breath.

I love the feel of him still inside me, but I know it can’t last for long.

“That was incredible,” he finally says.

He’s right. I can’t remember the last time I was fucked so completely. I have no idea how long that went for, but my sleepy muscles are sore, and I could pass out right here. If there wasn’t something I needed more.

I roll over, letting him fall from me as we come face-to-face. All I want is to kiss him. Hold him. Be as close as it’s possible to be. We just came, and somehow, it still isn’t enough.

Jensen crushes me against him until we’re both messy with my cum, and he kisses me like he feels the same need I do. Like we’re scared of this moment slipping away from us and never revisiting it again.

We kiss until my jaw gets stiff.

“Give me half an hour and we can go again,” he promises.

I laugh, gently, with relief. “A second round?”

“Yours isn’t an ass you can only have once. We’re going all night, Tai, as many times as possible. Maybe then I’ll be able to get through a single fucking day without needing you on my cock.”

Something pleasant ripples down my spine.

It’s nice Jensen thinks that, because the ache in my chest knows that this is only going to make it so much worse.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

JENSEN

So … fucking Barrett until we both can’t walk has not been enough to get him out of my system. Go figure. It hasn’t stopped us from trying though. Every free minute we can squeeze in, we’re naked together, but none of it has scratched that itch I can’t shake like our night at the hotel did.