He rewards my incoherent groaning with a slow, tantalizing lick.
Then another.
One more.
Lust roars through me, and I groan, a feral sound that drives him on.
My head goes hazy from the intensity of the sensations.
My knees buckle; my hands start to slide down the wall. I’m not sure I can stand much longer.
And he knows it.
Jackson rises, turns off the water, and hands me a towel. “You need to lie down for this because I’m going to drive you crazy.”
“You already are.”
A minute later, I’m lying in bed. This beautiful man settles between my legs, and this time he’s a tease. He sucks on my balls, drawing one into his mouth, then the other, making me grab his head hard. Seconds later, he lets go, moving lower, tracing a line right under them with that naughty tongue. Down lower, almost there, tantalizing me.
Teasing me as he blows warm breath against my skin, then whispers in a hot, filthy voice, “I want to taste you everywhere. Kiss you all over. Make you mine.”
“Do it,” I urge. Those last words light me up. I don’t know if he means sexually or in some other way. I choose to imagine it’s both because that’s how I want him. I want to be his.
His big hands are on my thighs, and he pushes me open even more. He raises a hand, grabs my dick, and strokes me as his tongue explores me. Pleasure rushes through my veins, and I’m close.
I writhe at the intensity, grab his head harder, grip him tighter.
But he stops.
I tense.
He lifts his face, squeezes the base of my dick, then lets go, leaving me hanging.
I’m buzzing. “I was so close,” I moan, complaining, but not entirely.
I want to be worked over.
I want to be pushed.
I want to be teased.
“I’m going to get you there.”
With a wicked grin, Jackson moves around, dips his face, and hoovers my cock into his throat.
It’s a gorgeous sight as I stare down my body, enjoying the view of this man between my thighs, taking my dick between his blow-job lips.
He sucks me deeply, relentlessly, and I am lost.
I get the full candy-shop treatment, like I’m a lollipop and he’s sucking and swirling his tongue all over me.
He gives me a long, delicious suck, and in seconds, bliss roars through me again, the promise of exquisite ecstasy. I’m close once more.
I wrap my hands around his head, arching up, fucking his mouth. He curls his palms over my ass, and he sucks me like he loves it. I love it too. I love everything he does to me.
Maybe too much, since I’m close again, pleasure coiling in my spine.
“J,” I warn.
Instantly, he lets go of my shaft, and I fall from his mouth, desperate to return to the warm paradise.
I groan in misery until my breath evens out and the pending crush of pleasure abates. “I can’t take it much longer,” I tell him.
He rises, kneels between my legs, and meets my eyes. “It’ll be worth it. I’m going to make it so good for you.”
I breathe heavily, my chest rising and falling. “You always do,” I murmur.
He runs a hand down my chest, touching me like he adores me. Maybe that’s wishful thinking. I don’t know anymore. All I know is I am on the brink of desire, the edge of falling.
His fingers trace the grooves of my abs. “That’s because I love touching you, Stone. And I love fucking you.”
I’m dying for him to add one more statement to those. One more use of the same verb.
Say it. I feel it too.
But I can’t focus on words when he reaches for the lube, slicking up his hands.
My God. Those hands. The things they do to me. The things he wants to do to me. Those hands are wicked magic.
Seconds later, one hand strokes me; the other plays with my ass.
He’s doing it again. Fucking me everywhere.
His fingers slide inside me; his hand fists me.
I can’t focus.
I can’t think.
I can only feel this wild pleasure.
The mind-bending ecstasy of twin sensations as he jerks my cock and fucks me with his fingers.
Maybe two fingers, maybe three. I don’t even know. Don’t even care.
I’m a bomb about to explode as he gets me ready.
Tick-fucking-tock.
Lifting my hips, I arch into his hands, fucking up, fucking down, groaning, writhing.
I shove my hands in my hair then slide them down my body, reaching for him.
“Get in me. Please.”
Mercifully, he stops before I can shoot all over him.
He lets go, eases out his fingers, and crawls over me, stopping to kiss my lips before grabbing a condom. “On your side, babe.”
Babe.
He calls me babe now, and I think it might kill me—this term of endearment.
I shift onto my side, reaching for my cock, giving it a tug that makes me moan like an animal.
With a soft laugh, he says, “I’ll get you there, Stone.”
Once he’s covered up, he adds more lube to the condom, moves behind me, and lines up, spooning me, his chest to my back. He adjusts my leg, setting it on top of his thigh, giving himself room to enter me.
He presses against me, and I swear I’m seconds from blastoff. “I’m not going to last,” I rasp.
Jackson grips my hip, digging in his fingers as he pushes into my body. “Don’t need to. This is for you now. Come anytime, babe.”
I’m dying to come in my hand this second, but I also want to hold off now that he’s in me. Now that he’s sliding his cock where I want him, I’d like to savor every second.
Don’t want it to end. Don’t want it to stop.
“You feel so good,” I moan, stroking my dick as he bottoms out.
His breath is hot and sharp against my neck, like he can barely take it. Like he can barely withstand the intensity of our fucking.
And it is intense.
Those big fingers dig into my hipbone. His other arm slides under me, around me, wrapping across my chest. “Need you close to me,” Jackson grunts as he jerks me against him, pulling my back tight to his body. I grip his arm, keeping him right there with barely any space between us.
He thrusts into me, and the sound he makes is insane.
His groan is carnal.
Filthy.
I’m an inferno as he lets go of my hip, brings his free hand to my cock, and grips it, taking over for me. I grapple at the sheet, clutching it, rasping out yes after yes.
“Stone,” he says, groaning my name like he’s in love with me too. “I love this. Love being in you.”
There’s that word again.
The one I long to hear.
“It’s never been like this,” I grunt, reaching my other hand behind me, grabbing his ass as we move together like water, like air, like life itself.
His arm on my pecs tightens. His voice goes smoky. “Never.”
And that’s it. That’s all I can take. I can’t last. I can’t survive this. I want only him.
Just him.
Always him.
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Jackson
I can’t get close enough to my man.
But I can absolutely try.
I wrap my arm tighter around Stone’s chest, stroke him faster, and grit my teeth. I have to stave off an orgasm. Need his first. Need it badly.