Heat poured from his skin as I placed my hands against his chest, my fingers mapped the lines of muscles all the way down to his stomach, gliding under the elastic of his underwear. His head tipped forward as I palmed the firm, round globes of his ass, and he grabbed my hips, rutting his dick against mine. His eyes half closed, he kissed me. His tongue diving into my mouth, he moaned as I dragged his bottom lip through my teeth. I bit his jaw and nipped at his neck. Trailing wet kisses down the perfect plane of his stomach, I took the head of his cock into my mouth through the black cotton of his briefs.
He gripped my chin with his hand, pulling me back up to his lips. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to, Jax.” My hand dipped under his waistband. “I want to touch you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned through gritted teeth as I stroked my palm down the smooth, hot skin of his shaft.
“Take these off,” I said, tugging down his underwear.
He did what I asked, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip, and as I worked him with my hand, he pushed my underwear down too. Taking a step back, Jax sat on the bed, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me close, and I straddled his legs.
He wrapped his rough fingers around my cock, and I grasped the back of his neck, kissing him, whimpering into his mouth as I fucked his hand. Heat gathered, collecting over my skin, and I reached down, his dick heavy in my hand, trying to match his rhythm. With his forehead resting against my brow, his lips barely touching mine, we breathed each other in. I wanted more time, but my control failed as Jax shoved his fingers into my hair. Pulling my head back, he licked the line of my throat before sliding his tongue back into my mouth. His lips commanded mine, growling my name as the sticky heat of his orgasm coated my skin. His hand tightened around my shaft, pumping hard and fast, dragging me over the edge with him, until I came on his chest.
Panting and messy, he kissed my shoulder, shuddering as I gave him one more lazy stroke.
I shivered as his tongue tasted my skin. “You alright?” I asked.
He lifted his head, his green eyes bright. “I’m better than alright.”
Jax looked at me like I was the only person on this Earth who mattered. I’d forgotten how much I missed that look. The smile growing across his lips, the I-just-got-fucked pink in his cheeks, these were the things I’d locked away, making it easier to survive each day. Feeling more exposed than I liked, I stood and grabbed a couple of towels from the back of the bathroom door.
I was silent as we cleaned up, the worry in Jax’s eyes growing as I held on to my words.
“Hey…” He draped his arm over my hip as I lay next to him in bed. Pulling my back to his chest, he asked, “Are you alright?”
“This reminds me of the first time you slept over at Eastchester.”
He kissed my neck and then my shoulder. “I’m not gonna run away as soon as the sun comes up, Wild.”
“You’re not?”
“I know I gotta earn back your trust,” he said. “But I promise you, I’m done running away.”
He rested his hand against my chest, tucking me as close to him as he possibly could.
“I believe you.”
If I wanted this to work, I had to believe him.
Jax’s breathing fell into an even, calm, quiet rhythm, and I yawned. “I always liked falling asleep next to you,” he said. “Made me less restless.”
“I think it’s the sex, not me.”
He chuckled, his hot breath tickling my skin. “Maybe.”
If I wanted this to work, I had to let go of the past for good.
JAX
The sun lit the room, spilling in from the sliding glass doors. Groggy, I turned to my side and found him asleep, stretched out on his stomach with the sheet pushed down. The curve of his bare ass was exposed, and my morning semi turned into a full-fledged hard-on. The images of what we’d done last night fresh in my mind. His lips on my skin, his hand on my cock, the heat of his come on my chest. I reached over and trailed a finger down his spine, watching as his skin pebbled beneath my touch.
Half awake, he shifted closer to me. “Do that again,” he said, and I smiled at the sleepy command of his voice.
I leaned over, kissing my way down his back. Softly biting the cheek of his ass, he groaned and rolled over, the pink head of his cock perfect against his pale skin. It had been too long since I had him in my mouth, and with Wild this close, with his dark eyes barely opened, I didn’t stop myself from tasting him. Wild’s fingers twisted into my hair, his breath a sharp hiss as I licked the tip of his dick. He swore as I took him into my mouth, and I gagged as he lifted his hips. Taking a breath, I stroked him, my face hot as he watched me kneel between his legs. I placed my hand on his knee, gently pushing it back, resting his foot on my thigh. This time he let me set the pace, his bottom lip pinned between his teeth, he ran his fingers through my hair as he fucked my mouth. He moaned as I cupped his balls. The grip he had on the back of my head almost painful as my finger teased the tight ring of his ass. I moved my mouth faster, my eyes watering as I tried to take him deeper. My dick throbbed for release. I wanted to sink into him, lose myself inside his body and forget about everything waiting for me in Bell River.
“Jax…” He breathed my name and sat up, pulling my face to his lips with his hands.
His tongue dipped into my mouth, and I loved the raw taste of him. He teased the tip of my erection with his fingers as he spoke against my lips. “Give me a second.”
He wiped his thumb over my wet lips as he leaned over, reaching for the bedside table drawer. Reading me like he always had, he set a condom and a bottle of lube onto the mattress.
My pulse punched inside my chest as I kissed him. Wild’s lips never left mine as he grabbed the condom. He tore it open and covered my cock, grinning against my mouth when I groaned.
“You make me crazy,” he said and nipped my chin. “You always have.”
He leaned back, his head hitting the pillow and my mouth crashed into his. I kissed him with everything I’d held in for the past decade, with every second that should’ve been his. He rocked his hips, desperate, rubbing his cock against my hip. I moved my mouth down his body, tasting his jaw, his chin, lingering on his throat. I loved the long lines of his neck, loved the soft hollow below his Adam’s apple. I reached for the lube as I moved onto my knees, spreading his legs, I opened the bottle and soaked my fingers. Finding my confidence, I bent and swallowed his dick. He gripped the sheets, his delicate neck straining as I took him to the back of my throat. I knew his body. It didn’t matter how many years had gone by. I slipped a finger inside of him, relishing in the familiar flush of his cheeks, loving the splotches of pink that colored his chest as I rubbed at the spot that made him whimper.
“More...” Wild’s eyes clouded, his brows pinching with need as I pushed another finger inside him. His fist twisted in my hair, pulling until I lifted my head. Panting, he said, “I want you inside me.”
I slid a third finger in, stretching him, making sure he was ready. He kept his eyes on me as I picked up the bottle. Pouring more lube in my hand, I rubbed it down the length of my shaft, my eyes partly closing with the contact. Wild spread his legs a little wider for me, and I settled my hips between his thighs.