Pleasure sizzles along my skin as his hands slide lower, then lower still, till one rogue finger presses against my ass.
“Yes,” I rasp out. I thrust harder into his mouth.
He pushes farther, just an inch or two, then crooks it inside me.
And I become fireworks and dynamite.
I am the explosion on the Fourth of July. I am crackling and burning as he pushes that finger in me and sucks me to the root.
The world blurs into bliss as I shoot into his mouth. A red-hot haze consumes my body.
I pant.
I moan.
I grunt.
Seconds later, he lets go of my dick, rises, and presses those lips to mine.
So tender and lush.
And filthy too, as I taste myself on him. He slides his lips over mine, making sure we’re sharing the aftereffects of me coming hard in his mouth. And the fire in me roars higher with the promise of so much more decadence tonight.
Jackson brushes his lips across my jaw, my cheek, traveling to my ear. “How do you want me next?”
My breath catches because he is both relentlessly dominating and ridiculously thoughtful.
I shudder, knowing the answer. I’ve known it for months. My lips curve up in a grin. “But I thought you liked to set the rules?”
He slides a hand down my cheek. “I’m going to fuck you, Stone. That’s the only rule I have. Tell me what position is best for you, because that’s all I want—to make it so damn good for you when I’m inside you.” His hazel eyes are savage and heated. “That is all I need.”
I take his hand, bring him to the second bedroom, and then gesture to the windows.
“You see those?”
“I do.”
I bring my mouth to his ear, and I whisper, telling him exactly what I want him to do to me.
21
Jackson
This man.
My God.
He flops down on the edge of the bed, crooks his finger, and beckons me. “Let me undress you.”
I step closer, sparks sizzling across my skin. He reaches his hands forward, unclicking my belt. “This is Christmas.”
I smile. “But you’ve already unwrapped me once, Stone.”
He shakes his head. “Not like this,” he says, all hot and bothered. “Not when I get to feel you in me after.”
He undoes the belt like it’s a striptease. His nimble fingers unsnap the button on my pants as I run my hand through his still-damp hair. “You tasted so good, Stone,” I say, savoring the memory of him on my tongue. “Like my fantasies.”
“And you’re mine,” he says as he unzips my pants.
I toe off my shoes, pull off my socks, and he pushes my pants down to the floor. I stand before him in nothing but black boxer-briefs.
Stone wears a wicked grin as he stares at the outline of my erection. Then up at my eyes.
“What?” I ask, since he’s looking all cheeky.
“I turn you on.” He drags his palm along the outline of my hard-on, stopping at the wet spot on my briefs.
I hiss. Grab his head. “Yes,” I seethe. “You make my dick leak. Yes, I’m fucking dripping from sucking you off because I love sucking your cock. Now take off my briefs, slide all that pre-come up and down my shaft, and lick it off.”
“Hell yes,” he says, and practically rips off my boxer-briefs.
Stone groans so loud I swear it echoes around the room.
Dipping his face forward, he draws his tongue over the tip of my dick and licks off my arousal, humming as he goes. I swear he’s singing a song. He’s writing new lyrics. He’s playing chords in his mind as he licks and kisses and swirls. Lust cascades down my spine as he adores my cock with his lips and tongue.
Settling my hand on his cheek, I stop him. I love his mouth on me, but I need more than mouths tonight.
I need bodies.
I slide one hand under his ass, move him up on the bed, and climb over him. Straddling him, I stretch my arm to reach for the lube on the nightstand and drizzle some on my fingers. “Now, answer this question, Stone. Why do you love telling me you turn me on? You think I don’t know what you do to me?”
He stares up at me, filthy intent in his eyes. “Because I’m a high-tension wire with you. Because I feel like my bones are vibrating when I’m around you. The fact that it’s maybe one-tenth the same for you thrills me.”
“Not one-tenth. I guarantee you that. It’s the same for me.” I grip my dick, steel in my hand. “You do this,” I say, rasping as I stroke my shaft, showing him how he affects me. Letting go of my cock, I bend closer, bracing myself on my forearms. I lick his neck, making my way to his ear, biting it. He turns his head to the side, writhing underneath me, his mouth falling open, letting out a lush, gorgeous pant. “You make me bend all my rules,” I whisper harshly. “You make me break them. So, you really want me to tell you what you do to me?”
Desire is written all over his face. Moaning, he thrusts his hips against me. “I do, J. I do, so much.”
“I’ll show you. Then I’ll tell you.” I move down Stone’s body, exploring him with my hands. I run my palms across his chest, over his pecs, my fingers traveling through the hair on his chest, making their way to the grooves of his abs. He shivers with every touch as I play with the ridges of his stomach, as I trace his tattoos, as I draw lines around the stars on his hips with my tongue. He moans as my hands and lips discover his skin, finding the places he loves being touched the most. I raise my head, locking eyes with him. “Do you get it now?”
“I do, but words help.” It comes out like begging.
I reward his plea with words and deeds.
Wrapping my hand around his pulsing shaft, I give him a nice, long stroke, drawing out a wild moan from the man I’m going to fuck. “In a few minutes, I’m going to put you on your hands and knees and ruin you. I’m going to slide my cock in your body, take your dick in my hand, and own your pleasure.” I bring my face to his chest and lick a path between his pecs, up to his Adam’s apple, and over to his jaw, biting. “That’s how much you turn me on—more than I’ve ever been aroused before.”
His eyes shine with oceans of lust. “Ruin me. Ruin me now.”
“Need to get you ready for me. Open you up.” I kneel between his legs again, nudging them apart. I put more lube on my fingers and push one in him. He thrusts down against me right away. Seeking me out. Hunting for pleasure. I add another finger. More lube. A third finger. He arches, asking for more.
His hands shoot into his hair, dragging roughly through the strands. “Yes,” he grunts. “Get me loose for you. I’ve got a nice, big cock coming my way.”
I grin, loving his filthy mouth. “You’re so dirty. The things you say are insane.”
“The things you do to me are insane.”
I want nothing more than to deliver on all our filthy promises. But I need to make sure he can handle it. Make sure this isn’t all talk. I slow the pace of my fingers, taking my time. “You sure you’re ready for me?” I ask, my tone earnest. “I know I don’t have a starter cock.”
He licks his lips, pushes up on his elbows, and stares wickedly at me. “Thank the Lord for that. Hallelujah. All my prayers have been answered.”