He shrugs. “No guilt. I feel no guilt.”
We reach the elevator and punch in the key code.
A voice calls out. “Jackstone!”
I wheel around. Two twentysomething women flap their arms in the air as they dash toward us.
They’re a couple, both sporting sashes that read “The Bride.” One points to the other and vice versa, and the taller of the two says, “We got married today. Before your show. We love you so much.”
Stone holds his arms out wide. “Bring it in. Want a picture?”
Both of them squeal. I step aside, but they shake their heads. The taller one points to me. “You better get in the picture. We want a photo with Jackstone.”
“Jackstone,” Stone whispers. “The internet likes us.”
“So do I.”
We gather in, and one of the brides snaps a selfie.
When they leave, we step into the elevator. As the door closes, I reach for his hand.
Let the world see.
In the lift, we’re surrounded by half a dozen people. A young family, an older couple. Some look at us; some don’t. But I don’t let go of his hand.
We are together.
When we reach his floor, we leave the elevator hand in hand, and this, right now, feels like everything I’ve ever wanted with him.
When the forbidden becomes free.
When you move a love affair from after dark into the light.
When you take it out of hotel rooms and declare yourself to each other in front of everyone. When you say that this love matters more than anything else and you make it happen.
But right now, I’d like to be in a hotel room with my man. And that’s where we go.
37
Jackson
Inside his suite, the first thing I do is grab my wallet from my pocket. I flip it open, fishing around for a piece of paper.
“Stone,” I say, broaching a topic that’s important. No reason to beat around the bush or to be embarrassed. This is the necessary next step. “Since we’re kind of a thing now, do you want to talk about going bare? Because I’ve been tested, and I’m clean.”
I unfold the sheet of paper and show him my test results.
Stone grins wickedly. “Did you think all I did to prep for you was buy a ton of dildos? I got checked too.” He lunges for the coffee table at lightning speed, grabbing his wallet, then he opens it and snags a sheet of paper to show me. “What can I say? I’m an optimist. I was hoping we’d get to this.” His expression turns more serious, his brow creasing, and he lifts a finger. “But I do take issue with one thing.”
“What’s that?”
He lowers his voice, imitating me. “Kind of a thing? We’re not kind of a thing, Jackson. We are a thing. A big thing.”
My gaze darts to his crotch. “Why don’t you give me some of that big thing?”
“I’m going to give you all of it.”
My dick jumps to attention as I grab his face and haul him in for a kiss, my tongue sliding into his mouth.
Our hands fly over each other while I walk us backward to the couch, flop down on my back, and pull him on top of me.
He grinds against me, and I wrap my legs around him, positioning him so our hard-ons rub ruthlessly against each other. We kiss endlessly, and adrenaline spins through me, a potent mix of love and lust.
My mind slides into a sex-drunk haze as we grind. But my need to get closer skyrockets, so I break apart and clasp his face. “Like this? Want me like this? Missionary?”
Stone trembles, breathing hard. “Any way. I want you any way.” He takes a beat, looking me in the eyes. “But when did you last bottom? Was it, like, ten years ago?”
I laugh. “I top most of the time, but I can handle switching if that’s what you’re asking. I’ve done it before.” I leave it at that, letting him fill in the dots—it hasn’t been years, just about two.
“Are you sure about this? You don’t have to.”
“I want you inside me,” I say, and it’s like my mind is naked before him, raw and vulnerable but truthful. “I told you—I want to feel everything with you. Do you want to fuck me?”
He lets out a low groan. “Of course I want to. I’m going to fuck you, but I’ll be making love to you the whole time because that’s what this is with us.”
“It absolutely is,” I say.
His eyes flicker with mischief. “Good. Now, I’m going to have so much fun playing with your perfect ass and getting you ready,” he says, sliding off me, then reaching for my hand and tugging me up. We head to the bedroom, where we strip down to nothing, and I lie on the bed as we change roles. He grabs the lube, nudges my legs apart, and settles between them.
He looks like I just gave him the keys to a new sports car and he’s going to take it for a ride. He’s smitten with the shining set of wheels and stares shamelessly at my erection. “Have I told you I love your dick?”
I laugh. “Why don’t you show me how much?”
He licks a long stripe up my shaft, swirling his wicked tongue over the crown.
“That’s good,” I groan.
He smiles as he sucks the head between his gorgeous lips then draws back, locking eyes with me. “Your dick is my dream cock. I can’t believe this is the dick I get to play with every day.”
“Play with me, babe. I’m all yours,” I say, and I can’t stop grinning—or moaning when he takes me to the back of his throat, swallowing me in one impressive move.
Pleasure whirls through me. As he sucks, he reaches for the lube, clicks it open, and pours some on his fingers. Pushes one against me.
I let out a loud moan. He presses in, and I tense for a second at the intrusion. But he sucks me harder into his mouth, his tongue doing wicked things to my cock as he slides his finger deeper into my ass, coaxing me open for him.
I love this like crazy, but I want to watch him.
“Stone, let me see your face.”
He lets go of my dick and rises up on his knees, pouring more lube on his fingers. “Better?”
“Yeah,” I say, as he works his fingers in deeper, his eyes on mine the whole time. I breathe in, out, in, adjusting as he plays with me, pressing, crooking.
Then he gets me right there.
He hits my P-spot. My vision blurs.
“Oh, fuck me,” I moan as everything turns white-hot inside me. “I nearly forgot how good that is . . . fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I’ll help you remember anytime,” he says, and adds another finger. Lust ripples through me, a blinding wave as he bends that magic finger in just the right way.
“Is that good?” he asks.
I nod savagely. “So good.”
“I bet it’d be even better if we could get some cock action,” he says, adding more lube to his palm then wrapping a fist around my shaft. He strokes my cock while he fucks my ass with his fingers.
My cells light up, lust careening through me everywhere. I push up onto my elbows, raise one arm, and reach for his face so I can cup his jaw. “Fuck me now.”
“Hell to the yes.”
He lets go of my dick, pours some more lube onto his shaft, then settles between my legs, nudging them apart.